The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#570 - Yuzhou

Although Lu Jing repeatedly stated that he didn't need any catnip, the purple-skirted woman and her companions insisted on giving Lu Jing half of the pills after they were refined. Reading М

Seeing that he really couldn't refuse, Lu Jing finally had them send the pills directly to Wen Xiaochuan.

Because after thinking about it, Yan Jun was the least in need of them, and apart from Lu Jing himself, who was a bug-like player, Xia Huai had the best Secret Strength cultivation aptitude among the new students this year, so she didn't have much need for pills to aid cultivation.

In comparison, Wen Xiaochuan was probably the one who could use them the most. After all, when it came to slacking off, Wen Xiaochuan and he were equally matched, and they hadn't cultivated properly on weekdays. If this continued, she would probably only be able to learn from Teacher Han and take the path of an ordinary person by taking pills.

Speaking of taking pills, Lu Jing remembered the land deed he had obtained from Aunt Wen last time.

Because of that land deed, Lu Jing had also degenerated from the proletariat to the landlord class, owning more than 1,700 acres of land, but now there was no output on those 1,700 acres of land, and they were just left there.

Coincidentally, after breaking through to become a Second Palace cultivator again, his original two small medicinal fields were not enough. In addition, the old debt to Huguang had not been repaid, and he had taken on a new debt for the mountain fire. Lu Jing's desire to make money was becoming stronger and stronger.

Therefore, the development of those thousand acres of land was naturally put on the agenda.

Seeing that there was still some time before dark, Lu Jing decided to take a turn there.

So, after saying goodbye to the purple-skirted woman and her party, he first went to his own medicinal field, cast a spell of lushness, and took a bag of ginseng seeds. Then, he went to find Supervisor Huang, briefly recounted what happened in Lingyang to the latter, and then came to Yuzhou with Amu and the black cat.

Yuzhou has been known as the granary of the north since ancient times.

Although it may not be comparable to several major grain-producing states in the south, it is closer to the capital and transportation is more convenient, especially before the Grand Canal was dug, most of the millet in the capital was produced in Yuzhou.

However, ironically, Yuzhou was one of the first states to be affected by this turmoil. A severe drought caused Yuzhou, which was originally a major grain-producing state, to have almost no harvest, but the previous tax burden has not been reduced much.

The imperial court also sent troops to suppress the rebellion in the west, and most of the grain and fodder needed had to be raised from the people. These three factors superimposed on each other made the vast majority of people in Yuzhou become particularly revolutionary.

For a time, there were many who became bandits, and the imperial court was also a little overwhelmed. It only let the Xiang army guard the important towns, and then relied on the local village soldiers to suppress the bandits.

However, due to the lack of food and military expenses, the village soldiers were not very motivated, and the bandits were suppressed in a perfunctory manner, so the situation in Yuzhou was naturally difficult to improve.

Even though the drought has passed, no one is in the mood to farm anymore.

When Aunt Wen gave the land deed to Lu Jing, she also reminded him that the place had now been occupied by a gang of bandits.

Lu Jing was planning to meet them at this moment.

He bought some farm tools needed to plant ginseng in the county town, and then asked someone for directions, and left the city before the city gates closed.

He ran north for about thirty miles in one breath, and stepped into his own territory.

Lu Jing raised his eyes and looked around, and could see large tracts of abandoned farmland, and between the fields were villages and houses, but now most of the doors were wide open, and it was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time.

Amu liked this kind of empty and uninhabited feeling very much. It could take off the bamboo hat used to cover its identity and run around in the fields with its short legs.

Because it was too fast, it almost made the black cat on its head carsick. It found a chance, jumped down from above, and then scurried onto Lu Jing's shoulder.

Lu Jing was squatting on the ground at this time, grabbing a handful of soil and examining the soil quality.

Even with his beginner's eye, he could see that the soil quality in this place was very good.

Because Yuzhou was originally the granary of the north, and Aunt Wen bought such a large piece of land in the first place to grow grain for winemaking, naturally she chose a good place, but she didn't expect that what happened later would make her investment go down the drain, and eventually it would be cheaper for Lu Jing.

Lu Jing was also very satisfied with the land under his feet. This place might not be comparable to the back mountain of the academy, but it had the advantage of being large enough. If it was all planted with ginseng, no, as long as he randomly drew a hundred acres and planted them with ginseng, Lu Jing felt that the time to repay that huge debt was just around the corner.

After that, he might even be able to become the richest man in Yuzhou.

Of course, food has to be eaten one bite at a time, and the road has to be taken step by step. Before planting ginseng, Lu Jing has to clean up his own home first.

He glanced at Amu, who was still catching grasshoppers in the field, and didn't call it. He walked towards the foot of the mountain alone.

Because Lu Jing had to free up his hands to carry farm tools, he didn't take the Zen staff this time. Now he was carrying two shovels, two hoes, and a sickle under his arm.

As for his waist, he was hanging a bag of seeds, dressed as a humanoid druid.

As a result, when he was about to reach the foot of the mountain, Lu Jing finally saw smoke rising from a thatched hut. He quickened his pace and walked over. Coincidentally, someone also walked out of the thatched hut.

It was a thin boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, who would probably still be in elementary school in Lu Jing's previous life.

However, the boy in front of him really didn't have much of the youthfulness and innocence that he should have at this age. He was wearing an obviously ill-fitting Taoist robe, which was stained with blood. In addition, he was wearing a handkerchief around his neck, and the style of the handkerchief was clearly a woman's thing.

However, the most eye-catching thing was the firewood knife on his waist, and the blade was very sharp.

The boy was stunned when he saw Lu Jing, then immediately threw away the bowl of soup he was holding, drew out the firewood knife with his backhand, and said to Lu Jing, "Stand there and don't move, take out all the valuable things on your body!"

"Why?"

"What why," the boy waved the firewood knife in his hand, "When you meet a hero, you should treat him well and beg for mercy, didn't anyone teach you this?"

"Hero? Oh, you mean those bandits, are you one too?"

"Bah!" The boy spat to the side, then raised the firewood knife to his chest, with a fierce look in his eyes, "Friend, saying the wrong thing will cost you.

"This grandpa will give you one last chance, quickly take out the money and food on your body! Otherwise, I will chop off your head and use it as a chamber pot. This knife of mine has already killed several guys who didn't know what was good for them."