Chapter 213: It's Harvest Time Again

Eyang Mountain, Zang Family Manor.

It was harvest time for the spiritual fields again. Looking around, the rice ears all over the mountains and valleys were heavy, and they bent their waists as soon as the wind blew.

In the great battle of Zhuoshui, including Wulong Mountain, many monks in western Hunan died or were injured. The Zang family also lost two guest cultivators in the final battle, but the number of helpers who came to apply this year did not decrease, but rather increased.

After inquiring, I learned that after the territory west of Zhuoshui was occupied by the Gengsang Cave, many original monks in western Hunan moved east with their families and moved to the east bank of Zhuoshui.

God knows, why were there so many loose cultivators in western Hunan there? Why didn't they find out when they were recruited for the great battle?

Master Zang Baili was originally worried about the lack of manpower and prepared to relax the recruitment conditions, but now he had long put down this worry and let the housekeeper strictly review it. The reason was also easy to find—beware of the bandits from Badong fishing in troubled waters.

When Fang Bu'ai came, there was a large team in front of the Zang Family Manor. He squeezed into the crowd and looked left and right, feeling a bit lost for a while. He only heard that there were many applicants, but he didn't expect there to be so many.

After queuing for half an hour, the message came from the front that the Zang family had recruited two more, and there was an uproar in the crowd: "There are only ten spots left, what should we do?"

Some Zang family guest cultivators came to patrol with staring eyes and iron faces, picked out a few who were making trouble and told them to get out, and the noise was quickly calmed down, and the noisy queue was barely maintained.

Immediately after, Fang Bu'ai was repeatedly persuaded to quit by several loose cultivators queuing behind him.

"Little brother, go back quickly. The Zang family only recruits forty people, and more than half have already been recruited in front. Think about how many are left?" This was to persuade him to quit by saying the spots were limited.

"That's right, that's right. Little brother's face is very tender. At first glance, he is not a person who does this kind of rough work. What are you grabbing with us? Little brother, look at us, we don't even have rice to cook. Do you have the heart to grab with us? Go home quickly." This was to persuade him to quit by using sympathy.

"Young man, have you harvested spiritual rice before? Do you know how to use a spiritual sickle? The Zang family only chooses veterans. If you haven't done it, don't lose face." This was to persuade him to quit by using craftsmanship.

In this regard, Fang Bu'ai ignored them all. Your cultivation is not easy, is my cultivation easy? God knows, I haven't had spirit stones to eat for half a year!

Seeing that he was unmoved, but didn't talk back, several people behind suddenly had strange thoughts and began to threaten with force.

"Can't you understand human words, kid? If you can't talk well, you have to suffer some physical pain?"

"Kid, what level of cultivation? Have you refined three meridians? Believe it or not, I'll block a few for you!"

"Where are you from? Where do you practice? Report your name and see if the brothers have heard of it!"

Fang Bu'ai swept them coldly and said: "I am from Wulong Mountain, where are you mixed?"

Wulong Mountain is notorious, and one sentence immediately frightened everyone, and they dared not provoke again.

Someone in the queue in front heard the words "Wulong Mountain," turned his face back to look, and immediately greeted: "Little Fang, you are here too?"

Fang Bu'ai looked over, but it was several seniors from Guzhang Mountain. They were in the front row, far away, so they didn't notice just now, so he hurriedly bowed: "Are the seniors here too? Hello, Grandfather, Fourth Grandfather, Fifth Grandfather, yo, and Sixth Grandfather, Seventh Grandfather!"

The Seventh Grandfather of Guzhang Mountain greeted: "Why are you queuing at the back? Come, come together."

Fang Bu'ai hurriedly ran over and squeezed behind the Seventh Grandfather of Guzhang Mountain: "Thank you, Seventh Grandfather!"

Someone behind was immediately dissatisfied: "Why did you squeeze in?"

The Seventh Grandfather of Guzhang Mountain glared at the back: "What are you guys saying? Who squeezed what? Which eye saw it?"

The dissatisfied voice immediately dissipated.

Soon it was their turn. The Zang housekeeper who picked people held an old book and offered two words to those who didn't know the roots and bottoms—"Get out." Seeing the five friends of Guzhang Mountain, he looked embarrassed: "You five guys, why are you all here? You didn't earn less in the Zhuoshui battle, right?"

The eldest of Guzhang Mountain said: "Housekeeper Zang, this time our brothers want to earn some spiritual rice to eat by ourselves, and we won't change it for spirit stones. Considering the great battle, let us in."

Housekeeper Zang shook his head: "It's not that my family doesn't talk about feelings, you have seen the situation, there are too many people, it's really not necessary, leave two, two is almost enough."

Fang Bu'ai heard it from behind and habitually rushed forward, grabbing two steps and saying: "Housekeeper Zang, our fellow practitioners on Wulong Mountain have made great efforts for the Zhanglong Sect..."

Housekeeper Zang's face turned cold: "Which onion are you?"

The Seventh Grandfather of Guzhang Mountain had seen Fang Bu'ai's performance in Zhuoshui. To prevent him from drawing his sword, he immediately grabbed his arm and introduced him to Housekeeper Zang: "This is a young man who just joined Wulong Mountain, Little Fang, now making a living following Liu Xiaolou of Gan Zhu Ridge. Does Housekeeper Zang know Liu Xiaolou?"

Housekeeper Zang's face cleared slightly: "Didn't he marry into the Su family on Shenwu Mountain? Is he back?"

Fang Bu'ai was not a person who didn't know how to adapt. He had tasted the sweetness of Liu Xiaolou's reputation in Moshan, so he immediately took out the recommendation letter written by Liu Xiaolou and handed it over.

Housekeeper Zang opened the letter and glanced at it, his mouth curled: "It's different after marrying into a family. He didn't come himself, but wrote a recommendation letter? Also, it's rich..." Although there was sarcasm in his words, he still waved his hand: "Fang Bu'ai, right? I've noted down your cultivation in Gan Zhu Ridge. Go in."

Fang Bu'ai was not willing to go in by himself, looked at the five friends of Guzhang Mountain: "Seniors..."

Housekeeper Zang continued to wave his hand: "Okay, okay, all go in!"

Fang Bu'ai won the spot for a helper and joined the ranks of harvesting spiritual fields. Although he had never done this kind of work, he had always been hardworking and capable of enduring hardship. He was not only brave enough to use force to protect the fruits of his labor, but even dared to learn from the five seniors of Guzhang Mountain to expand the fruits of his labor. Therefore, he gained a lot during the nine-day harvest period, earning two full spirit stones and thirty catties of spiritual rice.

Fang Bu'ai, who had a full harvest, returned to Wulong Mountain and thanked Liu Xiaolou for his recommendation. He solemnly presented a spirit stone: "Senior Liu, this is the spirit stone that the junior earned from Eyang Mountain. Thank you for your care over the past six months. Please accept it with a smile."

Liu Xiaolou politely declined: "The spirit stones you earned through hard work are naturally for you to enjoy. I only did a trivial thing, don't take it to heart."

Fang Bu'ai was sincerely grateful: "Without Senior Liu's recommendation, the junior would never have gotten the opportunity to be a helper. Please don't decline, Senior Liu, otherwise the junior will have no face to stand in Gan Zhu Ridge."

Liu Xiaolou had no choice but to take the spirit stone and then gave it back: "How about this, I accept this spirit stone, and then give it to you. You don't decline either. Little Fang, you are a good person and do things with all your heart. I still want to use you in the future, but the premise of using you is that you improve your cultivation as soon as possible. To stand on Wulong Mountain, my care is one aspect, but more importantly, your cultivation. Cultivation is the foundation."

After much persuasion, Fang Bu'ai finally gratefully took back the spirit stone, hurriedly unloaded the burden, took out the spiritual rice inside, and cooked water to cook rice by the stove: "Senior Liu, this is the spiritual rice I harvested with my own hands, please be sure to taste it!"

That night, eating a full pot of spiritual rice, Fang Bu'ai was a bit out of control, his eyes red as he talked about the days when he practiced with his teacher, choking several times, making Liu Xiaolou sigh.

It was just drinking ordinary wine bought in Wuchao Town, and Fang Bu'ai was drunk, drunk in a mess, and had to let Dabai pull the small cart and send him back to Banshanping with Xiaohei.

Liu Xiaolou could fully understand his mood of earning spirit stones for the first time, and also felt the same. After sighing, he continued to take out various spiritual materials to process.

Just seven days ago, Yun Ao brought all the materials on the list to Wulong Mountain and handed them to Liu Xiaolou. The two sides agreed to deliver the array plate in three months. In fact, this array plate was a simplified version of the Lin Yuan Xuan Stone Array, which didn't take three months at all, and could be completed in at most one month.

Fang Bu'ai seized the time to absorb spirit stones, and Liu Xiaolou continued to be busy dealing with various spiritual materials. After another five days, he took all the items and rushed to Xingde Mountain. ===== CHAPTER 214 =====