Chapter 271

The little Imperial Prince paused; his maternal grandfather was also a Minister.

The Emperor of Great Yan was not stupid; noticing the little Imperial Prince's expression, he emphasized his tone: "You are not allowed to yield to your maternal grandfather."

The little Imperial Prince: "..."

At the Ministry of Revenue, the Minister's wife ate two pieces of spirit melon and cooled down.

"No wonder everyone is greedy for spirit melons in the summer," the Minister of Revenue's wife said: "Good spirit melons are just different. This is my first time eating a spirit melon with ice Qi."

"It's a pity we bought so few," the Nanny said.

The Minister of Revenue's wife went to find the Minister: "Go to the savage lands and take a look. Aren't there still several acres of melon fields? I heard there are also a few spirit melons. Can the people of the Qin Yan Hou Fu finish them all?"

The Minister of Revenue had already been eyeing them, and upon hearing this, he said: "I'll go take a look."

"Hurry," the Minister of Revenue's wife said anxiously: "Our Emperor is a foodie."

The Minister of Revenue immediately went to the savage lands. No one knew the foodie Emperor of Great Yan better than he did, and the Emperor of Great Yan was full of blessings; whatever he wanted to eat, he would surely be able to eat.

Competing for luck with the Emperor of Great Yan? That was no easy task.

The power of the Five Grains Abundance Cloud's advancement had eased; the rainfall had decreased, and its ability to promote plant growth wasn't as frightening anymore. At this time in the savage lands, it wasn't just Luo Bi's family that had spirit melons.

Melons were growing in acre after acre of fields, with spirit melons distributed among them; by visual estimation, the yield was quite good.

Luo Bi still had three acres of melon fields, Qin Tan, Qin Yan, Qin Tang, and Qin Xun each had a one-and-a-half-acre plot, and Rong Yan and Jiang Xu had one acre, which they had opened up in a rush, some still having clods of dirt.

He Zu had even less; he had been called over by Rong Yang and had mixed in a bit of the rain that promoted plant growth.

He Zu had one acre of land, which he had only managed to open up by calling several little nephews to help. After asking Rong Yang, the crops He Zu planted were very mixed, with a few plots of melons, all kinds of melons.

There were also beans and peanuts, with a little bit of everything planted.

"Maternal Grandfather," Rong Yang ran to find Qin Tan: "Is the Five Grains Abundance Cloud free?"

As long as Qin Di wasn't around, the child saved on calling him 'Maternal Grandfather'. Qin Di wasn't in the savage lands, so no one would think he was being called. Qin Tan had thrown all the county government affairs to the Assistant County Magistrate, devoting himself entirely to the farmland in the savage lands.

Spirit melons were rare; having one picked by someone else wasn't worth it.

Qin Tan looked around and found the Five Grains Abundance Cloud in Qin Xun's melon field: "I'll go tell your Uncle Qin Xun."

"Okay." Rong Yang was very easy to talk to.

He just relied on being young to snatch the Five Grains Abundance Cloud for irrigation.

"Qin Xun." Qin Tan found him and asked: "Are you done irrigating?"

Qin Xun saw the little Tuanzi Rong Yang. He wasn't done irrigating, but he yielded the Five Grains Abundance Cloud. Rong Yang happily took the Five Grains Abundance Cloud and ran back, directing the cloud to rain on He Zu's farmland.

The Su Shizi and others rushed to the savage lands to find Qin Yan and the others: "Are there any ripe spirit melons?"

Qin Yan kept a straight face: "No."

The little Imperial Prince and the others were disappointed. The Minister of Works said: "Let us know if there are ripe melons. We will buy the spirit melons. With such a large field, you shouldn't be able to finish them yourselves. We'll buy your spirit melons at the Immortal Sect's price."

Qin Yan agreed. The little Imperial Prince stayed behind to find Rong Yang, while the others left.

One group left, and another came. This group consisted of the Prime Minister, this Marquis, and that General. Being cultivators, they naturally wanted to eat a spirit melon. Some wives and young ladies also came along.

"Hiss, is this the savage lands? Crops are actually growing?"

"And not even drought-resistant crops; watermelons consume a lot of water."

This person understood farming; it was the General's wife.

"It's so hot now that autumn is here." A young lady from a noble family shook the arm of the lady of the house: "I want to eat spirit melon."

"Do you think you're Fubao from the Xue Wang Fu?" the lady of the house said: "Still want to eat spirit melon? Even Fubao can't get any. For a family like ours, eating ordinary watermelon is enough."

Fubao had blessings and had been famous since childhood for eating ingredients with spirit energy. Among the cultivation families, it was almost common knowledge that the little girl had a high blessing value and had been pampered since she was small.

This year, Fubao couldn't get any spirit melons. The wives of the various manors whispered among themselves that Fubao had been basking in the glory of the Yan Guogong Fu since she was small and had eaten so many good things; not eating them now wasn't a loss.

The Prime Minister went to find Qin Tan and Qin Yan, agreeing that they would buy the melons once they were ripe, then walked along the melon fields to look at the watermelons before turning back.

When some wives asked about ordinary watermelons, Lin Yao discussed it with Rong Yang, whispering: "The watermelons in the two-acre field are ripe. How about we sell a few ordinary watermelons at a higher price?"

Take it or leave it; if they don't buy them, the little Shizi will eat them.

Rong Yang followed Lin Yao into the melon field, his little head busy searching: "Find a ripe melon."

Lin Yao found a few that were well-ripened: "These are all ripe."

Rong Yang thought for a moment: "Pick them all."

Lin Yao picked them, and the guards came over to take the melons, walked out of the melon field, and went under the grape trellis.

Rong Yang said: "Cut a melon to taste."

The little Imperial Prince ran over; he wanted to taste it too.

Lin Yao took a dagger to cut the melon. Upon touching it, *crack! * Alright, everyone knew this melon was definitely crisp. The child's eyes lit up, and Lin Yao hurriedly cut the melon into pieces.

The little Imperial Prince took a piece of melon and first tried to curry favor with Rong Yang, placing a piece in the little Tuanzi's hand: "Little brother, eat melon."

Rong Yang didn't stand on ceremony with anyone; it was his family's melon. He took a small bite. The little Imperial Prince had already taken another piece, tilting his little head to look at Rong Yang, waiting for his evaluation of whether the melon was good or not.

Rong Yang: "..."

With Qin Bi away, the child was very steady: "Mr. Lin, you all should taste it too."

Lin Yao needed to have an idea of the price. He took a piece of melon and invited Yan Yan Huwei Yan and the others to eat. Lin Yao took a bite of the watermelon and stopped talking. Eh? He looked down at the melon in his hand; it was an ordinary watermelon!

Yan Yan Huwei Yan and the others took a bite, and everyone looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"Ordinary melons have ice Qi too?" a guard asked, bewildered.

A strategist said: "These melons can't be considered ordinary watermelons!"

Autumn is hot and dry, and eating a melon cools you down. Spirit melons go without saying, but even ordinary watermelons were cool and sweet—this was simply a surprise. Everyone saw the joy in each other's eyes.

Lin Yao called Qin Tan and the others over: "Everyone taste it."

Qin Tan and the others tasted it, and their eyes all lit up.

Qin Tan said: "We can't price them as ordinary watermelons; the price can be raised a bit."

That went without saying. Lin Yao took two ordinary watermelons and left holding Rong Yang, returning to the Rong Wang Fu to discuss the price with the Rong Shizi. When Lin Yao and Rong Yang returned, the watermelons were priced at one low-grade beast crystal per melon.

Even without spirit energy, given the crisp, sweet, and cool taste of the melon, selling ordinary watermelons at this price was acceptable.

Ordinary farmers only sell a watermelon for a few dozen coins.

"How much for a watermelon?" a lady asked.

"One beast crystal per melon," Yan Yan Huwei Yan replied.

The lady: "??????"

This lady was so angry she turned and left. A lousy watermelon, and they really dared to ask for that price.

Yan Yan Huwei Yan didn't care; take it or leave it. Perhaps the little Shizi would be generous and reward them, his subordinates, with watermelons to eat; not selling them was even better.