Fangjiazhuang is located in a mountain valley fifty miles north of Liangzhou County. It has a rugged terrain that is poor and bad, and there are not many fertile fields that can be farmed.

Grains either cannot grow or they grow shriveled rice, which can only be used to feed pigs.

Therefore, Fangjiazhuang has no choice but to rely on the mountains to eat, hunt and gather ginseng in the mountains, sell animal skin ginseng, and then go to Liangzhou City to buy grain to support the people in the village.

However, this year, the land is full of famines and there is no harvest of fertile land. Not to mention ordinary people, even the landlords have no surplus grain.

Not only did the Liangzhou government not open warehouses to provide disaster relief, it also colluded with urban grain merchants to hoard grain, increasing the price of grain to more than ten times in previous years, and making a fortune.

The people in the city can only eat bran and drink thin food, but who can care about the small Fangjiazhuang?

If there is no food, the elderly, weak, women and children in Fangjiazhuang will definitely not be able to survive this winter.

Fang Luoyang expected that there might be food shortage this year, but he did not expect the situation to be so serious.

Just as the people from Fangjiazhuang were about to tighten their belts and live, Fang Xiaokun brought a young Taoist priest who said that he could produce food out of thin air.

If you have no limits on your words, naturally no one will believe it.

Even Fang Xiaokun, who took Chen Bafang out of the city, also thought about it in his heart.

Although he had seen Chen Bafang's method of killing ghosts, it was still a bit too fantastic to turn food out of thin air.

"Master Chen, do you think this is serious?"

Fang Luoyang glanced at him deeply and did not directly beat the young Taoist priest out as a liar.

Anyway, let him give it a try and there is no loss.

When Fang Luoyang was young, he traveled around the world and saw many magicians who could use magic. Perhaps this Taoist Master Chen was the one among the immortals.

"I have a technique called "a harvest of grains."

Chen Bafang was calm and confident: "But when I use the art, I cannot show it to others. Otherwise, this art will be useless."

So Fang Xiaokun took Chen Bafang to the barn where the grain was stored.

Along the way, he always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

Chen Bafang walked on the uneven dirt road, surrounded by fenced fields, used to grow wild vegetables and fruits.

There are dozens of brick and stone earthen buildings with gray walls and black tiles nearby, which are used to shelter from wind and rain.

The dog in the village where the doorkeeper saw a stranger and yelled at him a few times.

Fang Xiaokun waved his hand to drive away the onlookers' dogs and came to the barn where Fangjiazhuang stores grain.

There are two hunters guarding the barn gate to prevent refugees and bandits from coming in to steal food.

Some people in this world can do anything when they are crazy.

When he saw Fang Xiaokun coming with a strange Taoist priest, he looked curious.

Fang Xiaokun and Hunter briefly explained the situation.

When the Taoist priest heard that he wanted to create food out of thin air, the people from Fangjiazhuang looked at him as if they were looking at a liar in the world.

"Da Kun, do you really believe in this Taoist priest?"

"The patriarch said he would give it a try."

Fangjiazhuang was not big, so Fang Xiaokun soon brought a Taoist priest back and said that everyone knew about casting spells and converting rice.

Outside the barn, curious, questioning and vigilant eyes focused on Chen Bafang. The villagers pointed at him and whispered, but didn't know what they were talking about.

Chen Bafang didn't care and walked into the barn with curious eyes.

In order to prevent anyone from peeking, Fang Xiaokun asked someone to stand outside the barn to stop the villagers watching the fun and prevent them from getting close.

The barn is not large in size, and the food stored in it is almost over.

Moreover, the remaining chrysanthemums in previous years are some of them that have rotten and deteriorated and cannot be eaten.

The next moment, the scenery in front of Chen Bafang changed, and he changed his world in an instant and appeared in the warehouse in the real world.

When he opened the porcelain jar in his hand, a stream of black smoke floated out of the porcelain jar, and condensed into a giant man with a burly body and a dull expression in front of him.

"The ghost can indeed be brought back to reality."

Chen Bafang's mouth flew and ordered Tie Hanhan to carry the grain and rice in the warehouse.

After testing, his spirits and ghosts could travel through the two worlds through the demon refining pot and transport items.

The weight that can be transported each time is five times that of Chen Bafang.

With Tie Hanhan as a tool ghost, he can easily transport bulk materials.

Although it is a little troublesome, it is much faster.

The world in the pot.

Tie Hanhan carried the rice in and out constantly. In half an hour, he moved all the rice in the warehouse and transported it to the barn.

Chen Bafang cut open the plastic seal bag with one sword and poured the rice into the rice bucket continuously.

At the barn door, Fang Xiaokun felt like a claw was scratching his heart, and he suppressed the curiosity in his heart.

I stood outside for an hour.

Suddenly I heard movements coming from behind.

When he turned around, Chen Bafang had already pushed open the door and walked out.

"Master Chen, you?"

Fang Xiaokun was about to speak, but his expression suddenly froze, and an incredible expression appeared in his eyes. He was dumbfounded to see that the originally empty barn was filled with white rice.

It's really full...

Everyone in Fangjiazhuang was stunned. The hunter guarding the barn slapped himself hard, thinking that he was dreaming.

Fairy art.

This is definitely a magic trick!

Fang Xiaokun walked into the barn and grabbed a handful of rice, his eyes full of incredible.

Not an illusion.

These foods are real, and they are all new rice of good quality.

This year, there is no new rice in the largest grain shop in Liangzhou City, but there is a full warehouse of new rice in Fangjiazhuang's barn.

Is this the method of immortals?

"Donor Fang, are these rice enough?" Chen Bafang asked with a smile. It was Li Kui, a tool ghost who was carrying it. He didn't have much effort and didn't even sweat.

Fang Xiaokun came back to his senses and nodded excitedly: "It's enough. I can't finish this food until next year."

Looking at the vast grains, Fang Xiaokun was dizzy as if he was in a dream.

"Master Taoist, I will send you the ginseng you want. Just open your mouth if you want anything else."

The mountain tourists from Fangjiazhuang picked a lot of high-quality ginseng in the mountains, and several of them were ginseng kings who had been ginseng for more than a hundred years.

But ginseng cannot be eaten as a meal.

The full warehouse of grain created by Chen Bafang really saved the lives of all the villages of Fangjiazhuang.

This is something that no one can exchange for.

It's OK.

Chen Bafang's expression was as steady as an old dog, but in fact he was excited.

Realizing financial freedom is just around the corner.

It's really not easy.

"Master Chen, go to my room to sleep tonight." Fang Xiaokun warmly invited Chen Bafang to sleep together.

Rejecting Fang Xiaokun's invitation to sleep together, Chen Bafang took a pack of ginseng and returned to the real world.

...

In Fangjiazhuang, smoke curling in a dirt building.

Not long after, a pot of fragrant rice came out of the pot, and the aroma was everywhere, making people's index fingers sway.

In front of the Eight Immortals table, the people from Fangjiazhuang looked at a pot of rice with clear crystal clear grains, and saliva flowed down in a daze.

They don’t know how long it took for them to have eaten rice since the shortage of food.

The little rotten and spoiled rice in the barn was reluctant to throw it away. After cooking thin porridge like white water, I ate it with wild vegetables.

And now, I can finally let go of my stomach.

"Class leader, please first."

Fang Luoyang nodded, grabbed the chopsticks and picked up the rice, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

A scent of rice spreads between the lips and teeth.

A mouthful of ordinary rice actually tasted like delicacies.
To be continued...