Chapter 89: Deal!

Upon hearing this, Chu Yuan's eyes went wide.

"For real? You're playing this big?!"

Shang Gu continued.

"This one thing, Shang Xiaomin absolutely cannot do!"

"Moreover, given his temperament, he would never allow the Cheng Family to have ambitions!"

"Snow in the cold is better than flowers on brocade—Young General Cheng, what do you think?"

"Besides, from my understanding of Shang Xiaomin, compared to the Cheng Family, what he wants to win over even more now is the Chen Family father and son—or rather, the border army under their control."

Gu Shang—no, Shang Gu.

After speaking, he nervously clenched both fists, watching the person before him.

Now he had nothing, so he could only first analyze the situation for the Cheng Family, then promise a generous reward.

One might ask, what could possibly be heavier than the promise of mobilizing the strength of an entire nation to help the Cheng Family take revenge?

"It does sound tempting."

Before Shang Gu could get excited, he heard the man's tone shift.

"It's just that there's one thing I'm very curious about."

Cheng Chengxuan scrutinized him.

"Your uncle is stationed at the Snow Mountain border, only a few dozen li from Beihuang City. You're not a registered exile, so no one would care whether you stay or leave. And given your skills, if you truly wanted to leave here, it wouldn't be hard."

"All these years, why didn't you find a way to send him a message?"

At the mention of this, the coldness in Shang Gu's eyes grew stronger, and he gritted his teeth.

"On the day of the assassination, I luckily escaped and sent a message to my grandfather, but what came back was another assassination attempt."

"Perhaps those killers were sure I wouldn't survive, and said someone by my uncle's side intercepted my message."

"And after that one message, those people would certainly be more cautious, so over these years I've been hiding in Beihuang City, never revealing my whereabouts again."

Cheng Chengxuan looked at him deeply, and after a long silence, said in a low voice.

"Deal!"

……

After two busy days, the Cheng Family's corn was finally all harvested.

An Luo had just come online when she heard the notification sound.

Ding!

Detected that Zaituan has successfully harvested 100,000 jin of grain. The first stage of the long-term mission has been completed.

Current rewards:

1,000 Reputation Points, 1,000 Points, Space Fragment x3, One-Click Planting Chance x3, One-Click Harvester Chance x3, Soil Fertilizer Agent x3, Advanced Black Soil x3, 30,000 sweet potato seedlings.

Ding!

The next stage of the mission is now issued. Please assist Zaituan in successfully harvesting 200,000 jin of crops. Rewards will be determined based on completion.

Ding!

The Reputation Mall has been refreshed.

Sweet potatoes?

An Luo's first thought: Right, she hadn't bought Zaituan any sweet, steaming, soft-roasted sweet potatoes yet!

Second thought: Zaituan's family can stock up on new grain!

Third thought: Sweet potatoes hold much more water than corn. If these plots were all planted with sweet potatoes, wouldn't the 200,000-jin mission be completed very quickly?!

An Luo clenched her fist.

"Yes!"

"No no no, can't show too much excitement."

If the system found out, how could she still slip through the cracks?

Just as she was secretly delighted, yet trying hard to put on a calm face.

A certain system rolled its eyes.

How could the great System God make such a low-level mistake?

Wasn't it just wanting to give the rewards to Zaituan quickly?

Thinking this, the system couldn't help wiping a tear of bitterness for itself.

Changing its ways every day to throw the game—did it have it easy?

【Fairy Sister, who got choked to death? Why not be too excited?】

Zaituan's soft, cute questioning voice came to her ear.

"Uh, YES means 'that's great.'"

"Let's not talk about that for now. Elder Sister is going to give Yu'an another new kind of grain, with a yield of 300 shi per mu. Yu'an, tell everyone not to get too excited."

This remark startled the little fellow so badly he could barely speak.

"Th-three hundred shi?"

The tiny person couldn't understand too much yet, but the little fellow knew that one bowl of rice was enough to fill him up at a meal, and one shi of grain he couldn't finish in a year.

Three hundred shi—enough for Yu'an to eat for a very, very long time!

Cheng Old Madam squatted down, smiling as she looked at the little fellow, and lovingly rubbed his little head.

"It's more than three hundred shi. In a bit, Yu'an follow Great-Grandmother to the Kufang and let's put all the grain away, alright?"

The little fellow first nodded obediently, then his small hand tugged at his great-grandmother's sleeve and shook it, leaning close to her ear to whisper secrets.

"Great-Grandmother."

"Yu'an isn't talking about corn, but a new grain given by Fairy Sister—it's called sweet potato, and the yield per mu is three hundred shi!"

Cheng Old Madam's hands paused mid-motion, her eyes widening slightly, and she couldn't help but let out a gasp.

The same one Yu'an had shouted earlier.

"Three hundred shi?!"

Meng Shi beside her looked over in confusion.

"Pomo, what's wrong with you?"

Why is she also shouting about three hundred shi, just like Yu'an?

Cheng Old Madam took a deep breath, struggling to steady her emotions.

"It's nothing."

How could it be nothing?

A yield of three hundred shi per mu—one soldier's monthly rations are about one shi.

And now, in just a few days' time, they could harvest three hundred soldiers' worth of monthly rations!

How could she not be excited?

"Hoo—"

Cheng Old Madam let out a heavy breath.

"Yu'an, take out the new grain seeds first. We'll plant them as soon as possible."

Thinking of the one-click sowing from the reward, An Luo hurried to speak.

"Yu'an, Elder Sister will teach you one more method. Think in your heart that you want to plant sweet potatoes, then say…"

The little one nodded his little head heavily, and trotted on his short legs over to the Black Soil.

"One-click sowing!"

The next moment, it was as if a rain of sweet potato seedlings fell from the sky—swish, swish, swish…

In the time it took to blink a few times, the seedlings were neatly planted in the field, the spacing between every sweet potato seedling exactly the same.

An Luo zoomed in for a careful look—the spacing, the height, even the seedlings themselves were all identical!

This skill card is practically a godsend for anyone with OCD.

Everyone: "!!!"

Instant harvesting was one thing, but there's also instant sowing?!

"This is too miraculous."

Cheng Lei stared blankly at the scene before him, muttering softly.

"Land that can be planted in all four seasons and grows extremely fast, instant sowing, instant harvesting…"

He shouted excitedly.

"Doesn't that mean we just need to stand by and wait, and we'll have an endless stream of grain flowing into the storehouse?!"

Hearing this, An Luo frowned slightly, a little displeased.

The system gave these rewards because Zaituan is a little child—out of special consideration for the little one.

Of course, there's also the suspicion that it was deliberately letting things slide.

But the one she wants to raise is only Zaituan—frankly, everyone else is just along for the ride.

What right does he have to say that in such a matter-of-fact tone?!

And what does he even mean by that?

Does he want Zaituan to run around doing all the work while they wait behind and reap the benefits?!

Although, Zaituan only needs to move his mouth.

But if this kind of get-something-for-nothing thinking spoils Zaituan, what then?!

And on the screen, hearing Cheng Lei's words, the expressions of the others shifted slightly.

Cheng Feng secretly tugged at Cheng Lei's sleeve a few times, giving him a look.

Meng Shi frowned at Cheng Lei, opened her mouth, and was about to say something.

The expression on Cheng Old Madam's face cooled even more directly, her sharp gaze sweeping over each of them one by one, her tone stern and laced with coldness.

"Are all of you thinking the same thing?!"