Chapter 231: How Could Good Things Ever Be Missing for Oneself

Inside the Planting Greenhouse.

The fresh‑green wheat seedlings grew to about the length of a palm, vibrant as a lush green meadow.

Lin Manzhi held a sickle in her hand, with two planters carrying grass baskets standing behind her; she bent over, gathering a handful of wheat seedlings with one hand, while the other hand held the sickle close to the roots and cut.

Swoosh— a light sound, and the cut at the wheat grass root instantly oozed emerald‑colored sap, filling the air with a rich, sweet fragrance unique to wheat grass.

Watching her movements, Xiang Sa's two legs sped up.

The Lord's Wife's casual and ruthless harvesting motion truly feared she would ruin the wheat seedlings.

Of course, what he really wanted to say was, how could the Lord's Wife be made to work the fields herself!

These two clueless fellows will have to be scolded later.

Probably having seen the awe‑inspiring figure of Xiang Sa sprinting over, the two planters behind Lin Manzhi also perked up; one whispered, "Lord's Wife, let us do it, please rest aside and watch us work."

"Yes, yes," the other quickly added, "I've already mastered the need to treat the wheat seedlings with an extremely light touch, guaranteeing that not even a single green leaf is damaged when cutting."

Lin Manzhi tossed the wheat seedlings in her hand into the grass basket; after cutting a handful that seemed fine, she looked at the two trembling planters behind her and did not continue harvesting the wheat seedlings.

She handed the sickle to the planter reaching out, and, seeing them crouched by the seedlings, reminded, "When you harvest the wheat seedlings, be extra careful; after cutting, wheat can sprout a new branch, so watch not to step on the roots."

Everyone obediently nodded, their tall, strong bodies moving agilely and lightly over the wheat seedlings.

These wheat seedlings were used by Lin Manzhi to make a drink she thought of when she was with Mo Lie; having heard Mo Lie speak of the effects of wheat seedling juice, and later hearing Niu Bin from the Ten Thousand Beasts Continent say that alkaline dry grass is comparable to a medicinal agent, she was inspired.

The pasture in the space has very special effects only for cattle, sheep and similar races, but the crops in her Spiritual Field are useful to all Beastfolk.

She thought, although Beastfolk no longer live in segregated zones as in ancient times, Kuangsha City is a desert where cattle, sheep and the like are still scarce, so this is like an exclusive medicine for the Beastfolk of the Ten Thousand Beasts Continent.

What others have, the Beastfolk of one's own domain should have too!

She fixed her gaze on the wheat seedlings; wheat takes several months to mature, and grains have similar effects, but as long as the temperature is right, wheat seedlings need only a brief seven days before they can be cut, ground into juice, and sold as a beverage.

Before deciding to take the space's seeds and plant wheat in reality, she harvested a batch of wheat seedlings in the space to make green juice, first having many Beastfolk of various races try it; everyone sensed the subtle, pure energy.

Thus, wheat seedlings became the third main crop in the Planting Base, after Holy Maiden Fruit and Cherry Radish.

Lin Manzhi looked at the Planting Greenhouse; the wheat seedlings on five mu were harvested today, the army of Kuangsha City took the bulk, and a small portion was sent to the Mountain‑Sea Tavern for sale.

Now the Planting Base retains a hundred Planting Greenhouses as wheat planting sites, all staggered in planting time to ensure the wheat seedlings' optimal tasting period.

Xiang Sa also came over at this moment; he first bowed his head to Lin Manzhi, then stood beside her and looked ahead.

The less intense winter sunlight bathed the wheat seedlings, turning the whole area a brilliant emerald green, and the fragrant air was intoxicating.

He, standing amid the fragrant wheat seedling field, felt each breath like drinking, his Spirit Core comfortably satisfied, and said, "I truly never imagined that simply eating grass could feel this happy."

But this isn't grass; it's wheat seeds produced in the space.

Lin Manzhi gave a mysterious smile, "After all, this is a medicinal herb bestowed by the Beast God."

After her words faded, she immediately received an even more reverent gaze from Xiang Sa; the previously inexplicable origin of the wheat seeds now had a reasonable, Beastfolk‑admirable lineage.

Good, playing the holy charlatan is getting more practiced.

…

When she learned that people from the Ten Thousand Beasts Continent were rushing with tens of thousands of prey to Kuangsha City, Lin Manzhi was not surprised at all, because alkaline dry grass is the grass she produces in the space.

Could there be any mistake?

No.

Lin Manzhi and Mo Lie, in the great hall of Kuangsha City's Lord's Residence, welcomed the visitors from the Ten Thousand Beasts Continent; leading the group were familiar faces, Shi Jia Dan and Niu Bin at the head, with another two accompanied by a ten‑person warrior guard.

After a round of bows, Shi Jia Dan could not wait and said, "Lord, I come by order of our Lord Griffon, willing to trade with you; the prey I brought this time, besides making up the shortfall from last time, the remaining Exotic Beasts I brought will all be exchanged for alkaline dry grass."

Mo Lie sat above, casually nodding slightly, and said lightly to Hua Zheng standing below, "Send your people to work with Shi Jia Dan's group to inspect and verify the prey."

"Yes," Hua Zheng obeyed, turning to arrange personnel to accompany the Ten Thousand Beasts Continent people away.

Lin Manzhi sat beside Mo Lie, her long black hair unbound, flowing like ink down her waist; because Kuangsha City had entered winter, the desert daytime temperature was around 20 °C, feeling a bit chilly, so her snow‑white skin was tightly covered by a pale‑gold woven‑feather long robe.

She said nothing, sitting gracefully on the throne beside the Lord, thinking of the alkaline dry grass she had gathered during this period.

When planning to trade the dry pasture grass from the space, she built a storage barn; the dry grass stacks from the space were early moved into the warehouse.

When the time comes, having someone move them out will allow the transaction to be completed on the spot.

Seeing Lin Manzhi daydreaming beside him, Mo Lie turned his head, thinking she was bored sitting there with him, then suddenly reached out, took one of her hands to his eyes, and gave it a gentle pinch.

The extremely light pressure on her hand snapped Lin Manzhi back, and she raised her eyes questioningly toward Mo Lie.

Mo Lie looked at the Little Female beside him, whose dark eyes were full of questions, and he subconsciously let out a low laugh, "It's nothing…"

Lin Manzhi smiled in response, indulgently letting him keep holding her hand.

Above, the Lord and Lord's Wife were speaking; the people in the great hall dared neither speak nor look up, and the atmosphere grew quiet.

Niu Bin, who remained in the great hall, was somewhat nervous, his head down, staring at the floor.

He knew the price of the trade; the prey this time were Exotic Beasts, each carcass weighing at least three thousand plus jin, and their prime minister had even secured twenty thousand heads.

…I wonder if Kuangsha City even has that much alkaline dry grass??

We haven't seen any such vast grassland along the way, have we?

The people from Ten Thousand Beasts City traveling with Niu Bin were all somewhat uncertain in their hearts.