Chapter 332 Ling Zhifu, huge oil and water! 【14, please subscribe】
East side of No. 37 farm
There is a hillside that is not too big or small!
A large number of houses are densely built on the hillside, which are simple and simple. Most of them are the residences of Ling Zhifu, and occasionally the patrol team will simply rest here.
On a large open space on the top of the hillside, there is an antique small courtyard made of bamboo. The outer layer of the courtyard is decorated with arrays. Many ornamental flowers and spiritual bamboos are planted in the courtyard. There are also many spiritual herbs planted in the small medicine field. , looks very elegant.
Here, of course, is Luo Lan's previous residence!
"I didn't expect this old woman to enjoy it."
Wei Han grumbled, and occupied the place without any hesitation.
He directly replaced the formation with the second-order eight-desolation conferred **** formation, coupled with the large-scale control formation around the farm, even if he was attacked by the peak monks who established the foundation, he could stand in an invincible position and wait for rescue.
The sense of security immediately increased a lot!
Combined with the scanning of the mind and the patrolling and monitoring of the gold-eating ants army, he believed that no one would want to make things happen under his nose.
Get it all done!
Wei Han didn't practice retreat immediately.
In any case, it is a new official who takes office, so Ling Tian cannot be ignored.
He began to inspect every spiritual field here, walking among the ridges, sniffing the fragrance of the land with his nose, and occasionally listening to the neighing of insects, it was a nice scene.
"My lord!"
"Meet the steward!"
When the busy Lingzhi husbands in the field saw him, they paid respectful respect to him.
Wei Han did not have the cold appearance just now, but nodded and nodded with a gentle smile, and did not despise them at all because of their low status.
"Old man, how many years have you been working here?" Wei Han wandered around, randomly found a field ridge and sat down, not far away was the white-haired old man who was busy begging for mercy just now.
He seemed taken aback!
Seeing that it was Wei Han, he hurriedly saluted, walked back and forth tremblingly, and said, "My lord, the villain, Wang Lao Wu, has been the husband of Lingzhi here for 53 years."
"53 years? His qualifications are old enough." Wei Han was surprised.
"Yes, yes!" Wang Laowu apologized nervously: "The young one only knows how to farm the land and doesn't know anything else, and he has nothing to do with the former steward. You have to be aware of the details, sir."
"There's no need to mention this matter again." Wei Han waved his hands indifferently and said, "I can trust you if I keep you, and Luo Lan's matter will be exposed in the future, so you can farm with peace of mind."
"Yes, yes, thank you, my lord." Wang Laowu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sit down, let's chat for a few words?" Wei Han patted the ridge of the field, Wang Laowu hurriedly waved his hands and said he didn't dare, but under his insistence, he sat down nervously.
Obviously sitting on an equal footing with a monk in the foundation period, he is still very stressed.
"Old man, where are you from? How many people are there in the family?" Wei Han asked chattingly.
Wang Laowu's tension gradually eased. He took out a dry bong from the storage bag with a smile, lit it and smoked it, and replied: "Little old man, I am actually the royal family of the Tiansheng Dynasty under the Zombie Demon Sect. My son, when I was young, I was full of imagination and abandoned the glory and wealth to step into the world of cultivating immortals. I thought I could rule the world and live forever."
"In the end, I simply found an ordinary daughter-in-law and gave birth to a litter of cubs, and then joined this farm to farm steadily. If I work harder every year, I can support myself and my family."
"Now my great-grandchildren have a total of 38 people, and three of them are gifted with spiritual roots. I have already given up on cultivation! All the spiritual stones I earned have been spent on them. I hope they will be successful."
Wang Laowu was talking about it.
Wei Han was a little dazed, as if he saw many low-level casual cultivators. They also broke into the world of cultivating immortals full of hope and enthusiasm, and their edges and corners were smoothed by life in the end.
If I didn't have a cheat, I'm afraid it would be very difficult!
The world of cultivating immortals has always been a place that cannibalize people. The hierarchy is stricter than any other world. It is too difficult for ordinary people to get ahead!
"How much Lingshi can you earn a year in the farm?" Wei Han changed the topic curiously.
Wang Laowu smiled and said, "How can there be any accuracy? Our Lingzhi husbands all rely on handicrafts to make a living. If they are capable, they can contract 30 to 50 mu of Lingtian. When the harvest is good, we will hand over 80% of it. There's still 20% left."
"If you don't have any skills, you can only take care of ten or twenty acres of spiritual fields. If you accidentally encounter monsters and poisonous insects, you may have to starve."
"Now the second- and third-class spiritual fields can produce two crops of rice every year, about three to five hundred catties of grain per mu, and the wholesale price of yellow bud spirit rice in Four Seasons City is only 41 broken spirits per catty. Calculate how much you can harvest by yourself?"
Wei Han was secretly surprised!
It seems that there is also a big gap between the rich and the poor among Ling Zhifu!
Those who are capable and well-connected naturally cultivate high-quality spiritual fields and plant high-quality spiritual rice. Although they can only get 20% of their income every year, they can still earn a lot of money.
Those who have no skills and no connections can cultivate low-grade spirit fields. They can only grow the lowest-grade yellow bud spirit rice. The price has to be lowered by the rice store.
If there is a natural disaster like locusts, I am afraid that the harvest will not be handed in, and you will have to be whipped and starved. It is miserable enough to think about it.
"That's right!" Wei Han asked with interest: "How much Lingmi does our Zhuangzi need to hand over to the sect every year? Is it probably 80%?"
"No, no, no!" Wang Laowu waved his hands again and again, and said, "The sect doesn't collect according to the ratio, they collect on a fixed basis, no matter if you encounter natural disasters or man-made disasters, you must hand in 300 catties of spiritual rice per mu."
"That is to say, we must reach this level per mu so as not to work in vain, and only when it reaches 375 catties can we get 20% of it. As for the rest, most of them go into the hands of the steward."
"The sect has long been aware of this. As long as there is a guarantee of 300 catties of offerings, they don't care how much the extra is stolen. They often turn a blind eye to it!"
"oh?"
Wei Han suddenly woke up when he heard the words.
It's no wonder that Luo Lan has stuck to the farm for decades and refuses to let go. Even though Shouyuan is about to be dismissed from office, he still wants to continue to control the farm.
It turns out that being a manager here is not only about salary and merit points, but also some extra money.
Don’t underestimate the fact that it’s nothing to add a few dozen catties to an acre of land. There are more than 10,000 mu of land here, and hundreds of thousands of catties of rice a year.
"It seems that we need to recruit more Ling Zhifu as soon as possible!"
"It's impossible to leave so many spiritual fields unattended!"
Wei Han frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly thought of Lu Yan.
Doesn't this guy want to be Ling Zhifu? If you bring him over to help manage one or two, I'm afraid it's better than doing the work yourself?
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