Hybrid Spiritual Plant Cultivation

Chapter 12: Become bigger and stronger, create brilliance together

"There are ten Condensation Pills in one bottle, which has advanced the progress by about 10%."

End the practice.

Chen Jing roughly estimated the progress and for a moment he didn't know whether he should be satisfied or smile bitterly.

If the difficulty of subsequent cultivation does not change, and all nine orifices are open, eighty-nine bottles of Ninghua Pills will be needed. Counting the gradual increase from eating spiritual rice, it will probably be eight or nine bottles...

The Chen family’s annual net income is sixteen bottles of Ninghua Pills. If he were to use all of it for his own cultivation, it would take him at least five years.

But the family’s financial income certainly cannot be given to him alone, unless there is a gap in the family and there is no one to take the lead.

"I seem to understand a little bit, why Jing Chan wanted to kill his brother..."

Cultivation does not become more popular as you get older. On the contrary, it becomes more difficult. If you cannot go further when you are young, it will be even more impossible when you are old.

How to make people feel less anxious.

Experience is experience.

Chen Jing felt that it was still difficult for him to do such a thing as harming his relatives.

At this time.

A petite girl with a ponytail emerged from the half-man-high grass and shouted in a clear and energetic voice, "Second Brother!"

"Little sister?" Chen Jing waved and said with a smile, "Didn't you go to the city with mother? Why are you back to Qingniu Mountain?"

"I came back with my mother. Many people in the city died of illness. My mother brought me back to find my father. My father asked me to call you over!"

"Many people died in the city?"

Chen Jing was surprised. He looked up at the sky and nodded, "I see. Let's go and find Dad together."

"Brother, I'm tired from walking. I want to sit on your shoulders!"

"You're a big kid, you can't sit still any longer."

"Eh~"

The younger sister suddenly became depressed.

"Wait until your second brother becomes a sword immortal, and then he will take you flying on a sword, shoulder to shoulder with the sun!"

"Really?"

"necessary."

The little sister smiled again.

Chen Jing took his little sister by the hand and walked through the overgrown and lush mountain road. When they reached the yard, he let her go and play with her older brother.

Entered the mansion.

Chen Ding sat in front of the table with an extremely solemn expression. He stared at the four bottles of Ninghua on the table, as if the things would suddenly disappear in the blink of an eye.

My mother was holding an abacus and writing and drawing on the book with a frown. Her eyes would lose focus from time to time and she would mutter something in a low voice.

"Dad, Mom?" Chen Jing looked at the two people's strange appearances and asked, "Did you see a ghost?"

"Isn't this just a ghost..." Chen Ding muttered to himself, "Four bottles, four bottles, there are actually four bottles of Ninghua, which can be exchanged for two bottles of Ninghua Pills... I must have encountered a ghost, I must have encountered a ghost."

"Don't listen to your father's nonsense." Mother Liu put down her pen, rolled her eyes at her father, and then said, "That was your Chen family ancestor appearing in spirit."

"..."

Isn't that the same as encountering a ghost?

Chen Jing finally understood why the two were so abnormal. Anyone who had made a fortune knew it... Well, he wasn't exactly sure, but it was probably like this.

I calculated the accounts over and over again, and every time I calculated them, a sense of happiness would gush out. The electrical signals of pleasure would run through every nerve ending in the body and could not be stopped.

"Jing'er, how fast is this duckweed growing?" Chen Ding suddenly realized something and asked hurriedly.

"It's OK. Much faster than the Moon Condensation Tree. About one..."

"One month?!" Chen Ding couldn't help but answer, his face flushed, and he said excitedly: "In just one month, my Chen family will surely prosper!"

"Not a month, not that long, just one"

"A week?!" Mother Liu could no longer sit still, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"The fastest is one day."

Boom!

Click!

Liu broke the pen in her hand, and her father smashed the ancient marble table with one palm.

Oh my god.

Chen Jing put his hands behind his back and said with a sigh, "Dad, Mom, when will you be like me, who can remain calm even when a sacred mountain collapses in front of him or a deer appears on his left?"

"It has nothing to do with you. It's all Xiaoman's credit." Chen Ding said with a dark face.

"Well... Xiaoman is also close to me."

Mother Liu calmed down and said, "If this Ling Fu duckweed can really grow day by day, then the Chen family will have to make new plans. Speaking of this, the capital city has been in turmoil recently."

"What's going on in the city?" Chen Ding asked.

Liu then gave a general account of the current situation in the city.

The soul-eroding rain not only wets the delicate rice, but also the mortals who are as fragile as the rice. The lower class of these mortals may seem insignificant, but they also bear the responsibilities given by the society.

If the woodcutters fall ill, the price of firewood will go up.

If farmers fall ill, food prices will go up.

This will then drive up all prices. After all, people’s food costs have gone up, and they have to make up for it from their income.

Food, clothing and daily necessities run through the lives of ordinary people. Problems with food supply and price fluctuations will bring about a series of consequences.

Until a corresponding proportion of people starve to death.

Although the Chen family is a family of immortals, it is not entirely so.

In this era, we must rely on clan power to keep each other warm, and the growth of clans depends on having more children and raising more people.

There are only three or five direct descendants who can cultivate immortality. Those who cannot cultivate immortality will naturally engage in mundane occupations.

There is also the maternal family that is married to the Chen family, which is also a secular family.

These matters are generally managed by my mother, Liu.

"Anning Prefecture is wealthy, and the wealthy families in the inner city should not sit idly by. If there are too many casualties among ordinary people, the Qingnang Sect will also be held accountable." Chen Ding felt confused after listening to Liu's description.

Liu said, "The Qing Nang Sect actually cares about the mundane world?"

"Of course we care. In Suizhou, all matters, big or small, are decided by the Qingnang Sect. The Qingnang Sect has punished wealthy families for harming the people more than once." Chen Ding said.

"Oh, the disaster rain has been going on for more than a month, and there hasn't been any action from the Qingnang Sect. After all, we can't count on those high and mighty immortals. We can only rely on ourselves. As the head of the Chen family, everyone in the Chen family is watching you. You should at least think of a way to reduce the suffering of your relatives." Liu said.

Chen Ding thought for a moment and said, "Jing'er brought this duckweed. My Chen family is different from before, and the Peiyuan rice has not been affected by the disaster. So I will gather the sons and daughters of each branch of the family and hold a banquet once a week with the spiritual rice to tide over the difficulties together."

"So simple and crude?" Chen Jing couldn't help but ask.

"Eating two taels of spiritual rice every week can't prolong life or strengthen the body, but it should not be difficult to resist disasters. I'll trouble your mother to implement it." Chen Ding explained.

"That's a possible solution." Liu nodded.

"As for the main vein of our Qingniu Mountain, we can just plant duckweed and eat the Ninghua Pills as candy beans." When Chen Ding said this, the slight worry on his face was instantly swept away, and he was full of momentum.

As the saying goes, money is a man's courage.

have money.

He just felt that he could solve all problems and lead his family to greater glory.

At last.

Chen Ding said to Chen Jing: "Jing'er, this opportunity is all due to your contribution. Your father is going to pick a gift for you."

"Is there such a good thing?" Chen Jing was surprised and asked, "Didn't I give you a flying sword?"

"A flying sword is a flying sword." Chen Ding waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about it for now. Come with me to the capital city in a while, and you will know then."

(End of this chapter)