Chapter 134: Couldn't Give It Away

Qin Bi ate melon seeds and glanced at the little milk bun, full of joy.

Her child, how good!

Qin Bi had no children in her life, and her love for children was no less than Rong Juan's, but she knew it was impossible, so she didn't think about it. Rong Juan cherished the child, and Qin Bi understood better than anyone.

Qin Bi was happy, and Rong Yang was also happy.

Lin Yao probably understood why the Rong Shizi held his wife and child in the palm of his hand. He threw on firewood, stewing the spirit-planted chicken in the clay pot over a small fire, using small pieces of wood picked up from under the cut trees.

The common people of Great Yan usually burned dead branches and rotten leaves, which produced a lot of smoke and burned a lot.

Rong Yan and the third branch's little concubine-born son cooked for the entire team, cleaned a beast weighing over two hundred jin, and the meat quality was okay. The spirit-planted chicken was very small, so roasting it definitely wouldn't be enough to eat.

Stewing chicken was easy. They didn't begrudge the mushrooms, threw in a few mushrooms, and then picked up the water bucket to pour water. If one bucket wasn't enough, they poured another. They didn't believe it wouldn't be enough to eat; if there wasn't enough chicken, they would drink the soup, and they also grabbed a handful of wild vegetables.

The little concubine-born son poked his head in to look: "Can't find the chicken meat."

Rong Yan followed to look. A pot of water, a small chicken—it really was hard to find.

Rong Yan stepped out to cut a piece of beast meat, cut it into sizes suitable for stewing, and put it in the big pot to stew together. This way there would be meat. Whoever fished out the chicken meat ate it; if they couldn't fish it out, they couldn't fish it out. Who cared if you could eat it or not.

A small spirit-planted chicken was easy to stew, and stewing over a small fire was faster than a big pot.

When Qin Bi ate it, she was stunned. This was the taste of ingredients. Having been reborn in a womb for so many years, the water she drank—how to put it—was salty water, and that was the good stuff. The county where Third He He Bo Fu Qin Tan was the County Magistrate, the water was bitter.

Third He He Bo Fu was a County Magistrate, and the water in the manor wasn't salty water, but it was just like that.

The Marquis Manor in Jingcheng had better water, but it couldn't compare to natural water. The stewed chicken soup was clear and not greasy. The more Qin Bi ate, the more she wanted to eat, but she didn't dare eat to her heart's content, and Rong Yang also loved to eat it.

Qin Bi ate mushrooms: "Rong Yang, I won't eat chicken meat anymore."

The child tilted his head, and Qin Bi picked up mushrooms with chopsticks: "I'll eat the lighter mushrooms."

The little milk bun wasn't polite and ate the whole stewed chicken.

At this time, everyone stopped collecting and came back to eat. Smelling the meat, they were all happy, scooping chicken soup and taking roasted meat. After a busy day, being polite would be a sign of a sick brain.

Qin Di and Qin Tan scooped chicken soup and picked out chicken meat for Rong Yang.

Qin Lang was direct and went to the pot to find chicken meat, picked out a small bowl, put it in the little milk bun's hand: "Rong Yang, eat it, He He Bo Fu will catch spirit-planted chickens for you tomorrow."

The child held the bowl and sat next to Qin Lang.

Qin Tang and Qin Xun first looked in the bowl, picked out the chicken meat, and put it in the child's bowl, only then did they take chopsticks to eat. Qin Lang and Qin Xun ate their fill skillfully and went to replace Qin Yan and the other one to come back to eat.

"Big Cousin," Qin Lang said, "why are you still holding a water jar?"

Qin Yan put it in Qin Lang's arms: "Drink it."

Qin Lang wasn't very thirsty, but after taking the water jar, he drank a mouthful, swallowed it with difficulty, and turned it over to the first branch's concubine-born son: "Here, you drink it, I'm full, holding the water jar is in the way."

The first branch's concubine-born son retreated: "I won't drink it."

Qin Lang: "..."

Couldn't give it away, which depressed Qin Lang to death.

Qin Xun was puzzled, took the water jar, drank a small mouthful, and asked Qin Yan without changing his expression: "Where did it come from?"

"Qin He gave it." Qin Yan answered.

Qin Xun put it back in Qin Yan's hand: "Use it to water the transplanted plants."

Qin Yan took it and left. Qin Lang sat to the side, depressed. Qin Yan ran over to talk to him, and Qin Lang chatted with her. The second branch's legitimate son sent roasted meat over, but Qin Lang waved his hand and didn't eat.

"Cousin," Qin Xun said, "if you're full, go help collect things. The Marquis Manor still has to collect things at night, no one is idle."

The second branch's legitimate son wouldn't have other thoughts, unlike Qin He. Qin He had too many thoughts; concubine-born is concubine-born, her upbringing was poor, and she only knew how to calculate gains and losses for herself.

Besides, as the Marquis Manor's second branch's legitimate son, everyone was tired to death, why let Qin Jue be idle?

Qin Jue nodded and called his confidants.

Qin Yan tilted her head and acted like a spoiled child to Qin Xun: "Cousin, I'll go too."

"Go find Qin He." Qin Xun had a good memory, remembering how Qin Yan jumped up and down to hug Qin He's thigh, and mocked: "Your sister Qin He has high fortune, she can open the small space of the Beast Realm."

Qin Yan pouted and ran back to repeat it to Qin He.

Qin He wouldn't lick her face and volunteer to help, lest she be annoying. She waited; the Marquis Manor's team was too busy, they would definitely call them over to collect things together.

However, when Qin Yan finished eating and came back, no one called Qin He.

Qin Bi saw Qin Jue and didn't say anything. It wasn't bad to have more people. That night, Qin Yan and Qin Tan took out a dozen crystals for lighting, and everyone continued to cut trees and dig soil, and weaving baskets wasn't idle either.

Qin Bi carried Rong Yang, covered him with the white fox beast skin, and rested. Qin Lang sat to the side weaving baskets.

By morning, the team had slept for an hour, had breakfast, and continued to collect things, scraping through quickly. Qin Tan opened the transmission array and transmitted the things back.

In front of the Ministry of Revenue's transmission array, the Vice Minister of Revenue had just arrived. Several families were eating breakfast in the tea shed, leaving only a few family descendants to watch the transmission array. As a result, early in the morning, with a "bang," dust flew.

Everyone was stunned, and when they looked again, good fellow, another pile of trees, basket after basket of wet soil.

And killed beasts, caught spirit rabbits.

Looking again at the little young master who followed back, familiar, the two from yesterday. Someone shouted loudly: "Qin Yan Marquis Manor, your manor's team has transmitted things back again."

At this shout, those eating stopped eating, and people from all manors ran out of the tea shed.

The Qin Yan Marquis Manor also had a tea shed yesterday. When the Qin Yan Marquis heard the shout, he hurriedly ran to the transmission array, and seeing that the collected trees and dug soil were even more than yesterday, the Qin Yan Marquis was stunned.

Shouldn't it be less and less the more you collect?

Does the new small space of the Beast Realm also have supplementary resources?

"Big He He Bo Fu, we're back." Qin Lang was full of joy, jumping down from the trees.

"What's going on?" The Qin Yan Marquis pulled Qin Lang and asked in a low voice.

At this time, the Rong Wang also came. It was early and there were few people. Qin Lang told the situation in a low voice. The Qin Yan Marquis was both happy and angry. Why was Qin He so immature?

The Rong Wang didn't have a look of disdain, but still looked at the Qin Yan Marquis meaningfully.

People from all manors in Jingcheng gathered around, secretly probing.

Neither the Rong Wang nor the Qin Yan Marquis paid attention, directing people to move things quickly. When the Xue Wang Fu heard the news and came, the Qin Yan Marquis had no intention of calling the Xue Wang to share things together. The Xue Wang was puzzled in his heart.

"These things," the Xue Wang Fei asked after deliberation, "whose fortune found them?"

"I didn't follow to the small space of the Beast Realm," the Qin Yan Marquis said, "I don't know."

The Xue Wang Fei thought for a moment, suspicious in her heart. Looking at it like this, it had nothing to do with Qin He. Otherwise, there was no reason for the Qin Yan Marquis Manor not to call the Xue Wang Fu.