Chapter 404: It

"Why is it so spicy?" Qin Bi asked a rhetorical question.

"Yeah," Qin Lang continued to take a cake and eat it: "Hiss, so spicy. I haven't been able to eat spicy food since I was a child, but other chili peppers are okay. The ones grown at home are going to spice me to death."

The Little Imperial Prince ate happily: "Spicy and comfortable."

The chili pepper field was particularly important. Lin Yao didn't dare to take people to pick chili peppers; these were spiritual vegetables sprinkled with spiritual energy by the Qin Yan Marquis Manor's fortune group, and they were rare. The Little Imperial Prince quietly told the Minister of War.

The Minister of War asked several times, but Qin Bi wouldn't sell them, keeping them for their own consumption.

Lin Yao harvested two carts of spiritual vegetables, opened the teleportation array, and left to sell the spiritual vegetables to the cultivators. The cabbages were sold the way Luo Bi sold them, one leaf at a time.

The cabbage hearts were sold at a higher price. As the number one strategist, Lin Yao's brain started working once he was given a hint. Cilantro and the like were also sold one leaf at a time, and silver was also accepted.

Cucumbers and the like didn't keep well, so they were sold off at high prices as quickly as possible.

When Qin Bi returned home, Rong Shizi had already returned, having gotten fifty spiritual chicken seedlings from the Immortal Sect. Rong Yang was resting his little hands on his small knees, looking down at the small spiritual chickens in the basket.

Spiritual chickens ate spiritual plants, and it seemed it wouldn't be a problem for them to eat spiritual vegetables.

Rong Shizi was holding the little milk bun Rong Chi. The child was kicking and struggling; if he wasn't held, the little guy would have loved to get on the ground and catch a small spiritual chicken to play with. The child just loved fluffy things.

Qin Bi wouldn't let the little milk bun touch them; the child didn't know his own strength, and it would be bad if he grabbed a small spiritual chicken to death.

"Are fifty enough?" Rong Shizi asked.

Qin Bi glanced at them: "A bit few. We have a lot of vegetable leaves."

Rong Shizi said: "Spiritual chickens are hard to raise."

Qin Bi acted like a spoiled child: "I want to raise them."

That was easy to handle. Rong Shizi said to Rong Yang: "Rong Yang, go to the Yan Guogong Fu and tell your father, He Shizi, that you want to raise small spiritual chickens. We went to the Immortal Sect once, so it's your father He Shizi's turn to go ask for some."

Rong Yang left immediately. After walking a few steps, the little bun looked back: "How many small spiritual chicken seedlings do I need?"

Rong Shizi thought for a moment: "No fewer than fifty."

Rong Yang left. Rong Shizi watched the little bun leave the Heir Apparent's courtyard, pondering about finding a small pony for the child to get around. Boys shouldn't just sit in carriages; riding horses would better exercise their physical strength.

Qin Bi and Rong Shizi thought of the same thing. She also felt that the child should ride horses or have a flying magic tool.

Rong Yang arrived at the Yan Guogong Fu and ran to find He Shizi: "Father, I want small spiritual chicken seedlings. Rong Shizi Father went to the Immortal Sect and asked for fifty small spiritual chickens. You go ask for some small spiritual chickens too."

He Shizi leaned over and picked the child up: "You want to raise them?"

The child answered: "Mother wants to raise them."

He Shizi nodded, held the child, opened the teleportation array, and went to the Immortal Sect. The people at the Immortal Sect smiled when they saw Rong Yang; this child had come twice in one day. It was powerful to be loved by someone.

He Shizi found an immortal he had a good relationship with and asked for fifty small spiritual chickens. They wouldn't give any more.

The small spiritual chicken seedlings cost one orange-tier low-grade beast crystal each. He Shizi paid the beast crystals, and the child Rong Yang took a look. Seeing the same price as the last time he came, he didn't say anything.

If they gave Rong Shizi Father one price and He Shizi Father another price, the child would have spoken up. It was all his family's things, and if he spent more, he would be the one losing out. The child was very clear about that.

Rong Yang carefully counted the small spiritual chickens. The little disciples of the Immortal Sect had already counted them, but the child still had to count them again. His little hands grabbed the chirping small spiritual chickens, and the child's movements were very light.

He Shizi leaned over and asked the child: "Does your mother know how to raise them?"

"She knows," Rong Yang said affirmatively.

He Shizi was puzzled, and the child said: "Mother told me about raising chickens and farming. After leaving the capital, she couldn't enjoy the treatment of a Marquis Manor young lady, and there was no monthly silver."

He Shizi was stunned. No one had ever told him these things.

As a powerful official, couldn't He Shizi have thought of that? He had just ignored it. Since he chose Did Did Qin He and gave up Qin Bi, He Shizi didn't pay attention to Qin Bi. After all, it was his choice.

Later, later he made mistake after mistake and couldn't turn back.

He Shizi was a powerful official of Great Yan, always calm and self-possessed, gentle as jade, and never showing his emotions. However, when facing Qin Bi, He Shizi would bring his emotions into it and get angry.

Just because of getting angry, He Shizi looked at the child Rong Yang; the child hadn't even grown up by his side.

"Your mother told you?" He Shizi asked.

"Mother told me about raising chickens and farming," Rong Yang said, distracted as he sorted the small spiritual chickens: "Rong Shizi Father sometimes tells me, don't disturb me, I'm counting the small spiritual chickens, if you interrupt, I won't be able to count clearly."

He Shizi stopped talking, and Rong Yang finished counting the small spiritual chickens: "Fifty."

He Shizi picked up the child, lifted the bamboo basket, opened the teleportation array, and left.

He Shizi sent Rong Yang directly to the Rong Wang Fu, along with the fifty small spiritual chicken seedlings. Rong Shizi saw the guest off, and the little milk bun wailed, reaching out his little hands to find someone. He Shizi turned back and held the little milk bun.

When they reached the manor gate, He Shizi didn't want the little milk bun anymore; he didn't dare to take him home. This kid was simply a little demon king; once he started crying, no one could coax him, and he would have to be sent back overnight.

When Rong Shizi held the little milk bun back, Qin Bi and Rong Yang were happily looking at the tender yellow small spiritual chickens, chirping one by one. Qin Bi and the child couldn't get enough of them.

Rong Shizi called Rong Yang: "Let's go, let's go see what your grandfather collected."

Rong Yang stopped looking at the small spiritual chickens and followed with a patter.

Rong Wang's harvest this time was not small, better luck than any time before. Rong Wang felt it was strange, but didn't think much about it. Rong Juan had been cursed with losing wives and having no children, yet he had a wife and children. The Rong Wang Fu's good fortune was undoubtedly deep.

Rong Wang gave most of the collected items to Rong Shizi, and those suitable for children were given to Rong Yang and Rong Chi.

Rong Shizi opened a warehouse for both children. Rong Yang's was easy to handle; the child could move his small treasury himself. Rong Chi couldn't; he couldn't run yet, so Rong Shizi and Rong Yang watched as they moved things for him.

The little milk bun was held by Rong Shizi, watching the guards move things: "Mine."

Qin Bi came over, and Rong Shizi gave a "Mn": "Yours."

The child waved his little hands across his face: "It's all mine."

Rong Shizi smiled lightly: "It's all yours."

Rong Yang said: "I have some too, I don't want yours."

Qin Bi, however, felt that the little milk bun was very much like she was when she was a child in her previous life, valuing everything very much, suspicious, and not trusting anything, needing to confirm it over and over again.

Qin Bi took a look and left. Rong Shizi, Rong Yang, and Rong Chi watched the storage.

Was the mood good? Everyone was in a very good mood.

Dinner was even happier, all spiritual food, paired with a spiritual poultry duck, with both meat and vegetables. The children ate happily. After dinner, Rong Shizi gave Qin Bi a stack of silver notes.

Qin Bi was puzzled, and Rong Shizi pointed his chin: "The share from the shop this month." ===== CHAPTER 405 =====