Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 200

"Oh, it's been a few years, I don't want the old man and Zhou Daoyou to see each other again, fate is impermanent!" Cao Wei asked sadly.

It's just that Fellow Daoist Zhou had already warned his somewhat progressive sons, and explained what kind of characters the monks walking with him were!
For example, the Yin Chun transformed by Cao Wei in front of you, Zhou Daoyou described this person only as "Yin Chun's appearance is the same as that of a human being, but he has the heart of a beast. The most false reputation is deceitful. As a father, the future is unpredictable, you wait When you meet him, follow his heart, respond to his request, and don't offend him." Summarized in one sentence.

The fourth child of the Zhou family also knew such words, but his elder brother knew better what kind of temperament his own brother had, so he took a step forward without showing any trace.

He stood in front of Cao Wei, concealing the disgust and hatred in his brother's eyes.

"Uncle Yin, I wish you all the best! When my father was still alive, he once told us that my uncle is his best friend in his life. I think he would not want to see you so sad." Zhou Wenhong also showed sadness in his eyes. Although he was dissatisfied, he still did not forget to comfort Cao Wei.

The two supported each other with both hands, their faces looked sad, and they looked up and shouted: "Heaven, you are afraid of the strong and bullying the weak, and the earth, you don't distinguish between good and evil. Those who do good are poor and resigned." Short, those who do evil enjoy wealth and longevity."

Of course, the follow-up words didn't happen, Cao Wei turned his sad expression slightly, and asked with concern: "Nephew, these years are going well."

Hearing this, Zhou Wenhong smiled wryly, and sighed:

"Well, I don't hide it from my uncle. Ever since my father passed away, Bixia Village saw that there was no one in my Zhou family, and stripped away the spiritual fields every year. It used to be five hundred acres of spiritual fields, but now only a hundred acres of low-level spiritual fields are left. It’s just a field. Then Guanshi Chen made a hindrance, and insisted on classifying this low-level spiritual field as a high-quality spiritual field, and the tax is strict. If so, it’s okay, not making money but not losing money.”

"Is that old guy Chen Fu still alive?" Cao Wei sneered.

Then he said slowly: "Bixia Village is the Jindan Sect. Although you don't get much from renting its spiritual land, at least you can use that banner to seek asylum so that it won't be divided up by other families. Let's bear with it, it's all about making money."

"Uncle, my nephew also understands this truth. It's just that a few months ago, a few goddamn Haoran Academy fought with the monks of Tianmomen and burned more than [-] acres of spiritual fields. All the hard work of this year was in vain. Then But Chen Guanshi was sentenced because of my poor management, which led to flooding, and I was responsible for the consequences, and the tax on the [-] acres of Lingtian had to be turned over in full, which almost emptied the family savings." Zhou Wenhong sighed stand up.

This spiritual rice is different from the secular rice that can be harvested twice a year and harvested three times a year. After a year, each mu of land is planted in spring and harvested in autumn, and the average harvest is almost five stones. This is the output of a medium-sized spiritual field. out.

The upper-grade spiritual field is about six stones, and the lower-grade spiritual field is only nearly four stones.

Calculated by the spiritual rice produced by medium-sized spiritual fields, if it is dried into grains, what is left is only a little over four stones, that is, around five hundred catties.If it is in the southern border, every catty of spiritual grains is worth one spiritual stone, that is, the value of the produced spiritual grains is five hundred.

It's just that these spiritual rice seeds still need to be purchased from the forces where they are located. In this way, that one mu of land will cost about a hundred spiritual stones.

And after deducting the expenses of more than one hundred spirit stones scattered about such as fertilizers, the annual income of that one mu of medium spiritual land is only more than two hundred spirit stones.

Under Qingxia Sect's rule, the sect only earns fees for the spiritual seeds, fertilizers, etc., and protects the safety of the spiritual field, while the remaining [-] spiritual stones are obtained by rented monks.

Therefore, although those Qi-refining casual cultivators in southern Xinjiang seem to have a hard time these days, as long as they are honest and diligent, they will always be able to accumulate a lot of spiritual stones for their younger generations after decades.

If there are one or two children with three spiritual roots among the younger generations, it may not be impossible to turn around, and there is hope for life at last.

However, under the governance of various sects in the Western Regions, there are still land taxes on this spiritual field, which are a hundred for the top grade, sixty for the middle grade, and twenty for the low grade.

Originally, this low-level spiritual field of the Zhou family only earned a little over a hundred spirit stones a year. If the taxes of the high-level spiritual fields were deducted, they would only earn less than ten spirit stones through hard work.

Even if there are hundreds of acres, there will only be eight or nine hundred low-grade spirit stones in a year.

The low-grade Huangya Pill that the Qi-refining cultivator in southern Xinjiang takes needs forty spirit stones all the year round.

In the Western Regions, because of the more intense battles among monks, the price of the elixir has naturally increased, fluctuating between 45 and [-] pieces, which is far less stable than the price in the southern border.

In other words, what the Zhou family earns in a year is not as good as Cao Wei's random refining of a bottle of yellow bud pill, which takes less than half an hour.

After all, with his alchemy attainments, these low-level pills can already be guaranteed to be of high-grade quality.Only in the case of a miss, will there be a middle-grade quality pill.

"Where's your elder brother?" Cao Wei also understood that Zhou Wenhong was complaining so much this time, not to beg him to succeed, but to say that his Zhou family had no money left, so don't worry about it.

The boss of Zhou's family is a Qi-refining cultivator with four spiritual roots and a disciple of Bixia Village.At that time, fellow Daoist Zhou asked his eldest son to serve under the seat of a foundation cultivator who had a grudge against Guanshi Chen in Bixia Village.

"My elder brother died during a sect mission two years ago, and there is no body left. That old dog must have done it!" Zhou Wen, the elder of the Zhou family, scolded angrily.

"Fourth brother, be careful! It's okay to say a few words in front of my uncle today, but there is no real evidence for this matter, so we can't let that steward Chen hear it, so as not to be framed by counter-accusations, our Zhou family can't stand it anymore It's a bit of a twist." Zhou Wenhong said in a deep voice.

"I don't want my nephew Wen You to suffer such misfortune. It's really raining all night. If I knew this, I should have visited my nephew a few years ago, so Chen Fu would have some scruples. But now It's not too late, I will follow you back today, although Zhou Daoyou is gone, but with us brothers and sisters, how could we just watch Chen Fu oppressing these virtuous nephews like this!" Cao Wei sighed.

Hearing this, Zhou Wenhong said ecstatically, "With uncle here, my Zhou family can finally have hope."

Seeing his appearance, Cao Wei sneered in his heart. He didn't even need to use the prompt to spy, and he could guess what kind of thoughts this person must be thinking about himself now.

If it were his real identity, at most it would be in the face of this person's handsome and handsome daughter, and he would have a word or two with her.

But at the moment, Yin Chun is the best person to seek fame and reputation, he is greedy for money and lust, but he is a bit greedy for life and afraid of death. Naturally, he can't miss the matter of taking care of the so-called good friends and junior disciples.

After all, firstly, he could gain some good reputation for himself, and secondly, he might get the relic left by fellow Taoist Zhou in the family, so fame and fortune could be gained.

And Zhou Wenhong invited the uncle back home with a smile on his face, but he never mentioned the snake egg from the beginning to the end.

But before Cao Wei left, he turned around and looked up at the tree hole where the worming snake cave was located.

Seeing this, Zhou Wenhong groaned, and then said with a smile: "Today, my nephew suddenly saw my uncle, and I was so happy that I forgot about the snake crawling just now. I'm not a monk, and I can't contract a spirit beast. Now that my uncle is here, my nephew Don't feel sorry for it!"

"Nephew is interested. But don't worry, it will take another month for the snake to break out of the cave, and you and I will come back when the time comes." Cao Wei nodded and said.

"That's it, that's it! Uncle, please come with your nephew. The servants in the mansion are preparing a car and waiting in Qifeng City, a hundred miles away." Zhou Wenhong said.

"Is it the house that your Zhou family bought?" Cao Wei asked.

"Exactly, I don't think uncle still remembers?" Zhou Wenhong said in response.

"Naturally, I remember that among the many cities in this area, Qifeng City is the closest to Jiuyuan. Zhou Daoyou took the old man there many times before his death. Nephew, although there are many ordinary poisonous insects and beasts here, occasionally there are second-level monsters Come out from the hinterland, we'd better leave as soon as possible." Cao Wei flicked his fingers, and a little spark fell on the corpse on the ground, burning it to ashes in an instant, and then lightly stepped on it with his right foot. After a while, grass grew here.

Immediately after he flicked his sleeves, the dead leaves all around covered the green grass, only the tip of the grass was exposed, and everything returned to its original appearance, no one could see that someone had been buried here.

"Everything is up to my uncle's orders!" Zhou Wenhong said, clasping his hands.

Seeing such skillful handling, his left eyelid couldn't help but twitch a few times.

With Cao Wei, the Foundation Establishment cultivator, accompanying them, the members of the Zhou family were not as cautious as when they came in, so the journey back was much faster.

It's just that although the two brothers of the Zhou family are innate masters, the woman and a pair of children are only first- and second-rate martial arts, so the lightness kung fu they perform is inevitably a lot worse.

So after traveling for several miles, Cao Wei couldn't bear to see these juniors working so hard, so he said to Zhou Wenhong: "It's still more than a hundred miles away to the city. For safety's sake, take your nephew and grandson with you. The old man has stayed in Jiuyuan for too long these years, so I can take advantage of this time to go back to this secular and prosperous place to rest for a while."

As soon as the words fell, his figure swayed, and he stretched out his left and right hands to hug the niece, daughter-in-law and grandniece by the waist, and then turned into a gust of wind, heading towards the outside of the forest.

The woman was quite calm, but her daughter exclaimed.

It's just that he ate a mouthful of wind with this one mouthful, and was poured down and couldn't speak.

Behind him, only the brother with an ugly face and the young man were left behind.

"Father..." the boy said angrily.

That Zhou Wenhong raised his hand to signal, and forced a smile: "Jun'er, uncle did it out of good intentions, let's follow!"

Between these words, under the cover of the trees in the forest, the three of Cao Wei disappeared.After all, for a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment, this mere land of more than ten miles would come in a short time.

Zhou Wenhong brought his son to perform lightness kung fu, and Zhou Wenzhong followed closely.

At this moment, Cao Wei was already outside the dense forest, crossed a mound, and walked towards a narrow and winding mountain road ahead.

His cloak was blown by the wind, brushing over the weeds growing on both sides of the mountain road.

The dew condensed from the mountain mist in the early morning in the forest has not yet condensed, and is dripping from the tip of the leaves, soaking the corners of his clothes.

In a short period of time, Cao Wei had rushed to the end of the mountain road, came to a relatively wide and flat official road, and galloped along the way.

At first, there were no people on the road, but after traveling for dozens of miles, there were more people traveling on horses and horses.

These people only felt a gust of wind passing by, and Cao Wei and others had already appeared in front.

Perhaps because the escape speed was a little faster, the two mortal women had difficulty breathing in the hunting wind, which caused their cheeks to turn unnaturally rosy.

"Nephew, daughter-in-law, grandniece, do you need uncle to slow down a bit?" Cao Wei Ning asked through voice transmission, a ray of luck slightly protected the two of them.

At this moment, the woman with disheveled hair took a deep breath as if she had been rescued from drowning.

After a few breaths, after her own condition improved slightly, she looked at her daughter who was also in a mess, and saw that she still hadn't recovered.

Seeing this, she pleaded: "Let's wait a little longer. I'm just a mortal, but I can't compare to my uncle who is a foundation cultivator."

"Forget it, the old man wanted to return to the Zhou Mansion earlier so that Chen Fu could take a look. Even if Fellow Daoist Zhou left, there are old friends like us behind the Zhou family to prevent him from being too arrogant. After all, if we go back one day earlier, we can avoid unnecessary accidents." Cao Wei sighed.

Hearing this, the woman thought about it, and said helplessly: "Uncle is right, my niece and daughter-in-law thank you in advance. It's just that Qing'er is only a second-rate warrior, and her internal strength is insufficient, so she can't hold her breath for too long. Uncle can be faster."

After finishing speaking, she and her daughter each took a deep breath.

"Don't worry, the old man knows how to measure. This place is only more than [-] miles away from Qifeng City, and it won't take half a moment for me to wait for my footsteps. Please bear with me, it will be very fast!" Cao Wei continued to gallop forward as soon as he finished speaking. and go.

The chariot and horse passed by the three of them from time to time.

Soon, they came to the gate of Qifeng City.

Seeing the speed of the incoming man, the soldiers guarding the gate did not dare to stop him at all, and let him enter the city.

It's just that there are too many people on the streets in the city, and it's not easy for Cao Wei to rush all the way through. He can only jump up with the two of them, tap his toes on the eaves tiles a few times, and walk on the roof of the building in the city. Jump between.

After dozens of breaths, he saw Zhou's Wujin mansion in mid-air, covering an area of ​​more than ten mu, and smiled slowly to the left and right: "Don't you see that this is it?"

Saying that, the three of them flew hundreds of feet in the air like birds of prey, and then landed safely in the backyard of Zhou Mansion.

Cao Wei let go of the two of them, and said with a smile: "Nephew and daughter-in-law, let the servants in the mansion prepare hot water. The old man has stayed in the Jiuyuan Great Wilderness for too long, so I can't do without a good wash today!"

"Uncle, please wait a moment!" The woman said respectfully.

She tidied up her hair that had been blown to pieces by the wind, and then dragged her daughter who hadn't recovered from her senses and left in a hurry.

Seeing this, Cao Wei chuckled, shook his head lightly, and said to himself slowly: "Sure enough, he's just a mortal, so he can't stand the bumpy road."

As soon as the words fell, he walked towards a rockery stone pavilion not far away, and sat down cross-legged.

(End of this chapter)