Zhuchen discussed the meal with Yuan Poshui.

She told Yuan Poshui in detail how to make glass, and sincerely advised Yuan Poshui to open a glass factory in Xuntianzong to make a quick profit, and then use the money to recruit people to buy food.

Chao Wen said to the outside world that they were afraid that the market would be bad next year and local agriculture would not be able to develop, so they stocked up on food in advance to be prepared. As long as they could eat, they would harvest anything.

Xuntian could use the excuse that he was too close to Chaowen and was afraid that all the food would be taken away by them and would not be able to buy it when needed, so he followed suit and stored some.

Food prices are expected to rise, and the farmland harvests in the past two years are indeed not very good. I believe that all major sects will consider focusing on developing agriculture.

When potato production becomes widespread and tubers can meet the planting needs of various places, we can avoid the disorderly looting after the news is exposed and smoothly survive the initial food famine.

Zhuchen's plan is ideal. This is also the most crucial step for her to "fight against the sky and have endless fun". I hope it will succeed smoothly.

Yuan Poshui separated from her and went to the factory to learn skills from a demon cultivator. Zhuchen didn't pay attention to when he left. Anyway, when she asked, she found out that two demon cultivators had been abducted by him. It was ridiculous.

He also took away a copy of Chaowen's calligraphy template.

Zhuchen: "..." These guys have their elbows turned outward.

After that, I often received letters from Yuan Poshui every morning. Sometimes there was one letter a day, and sometimes there were two or three letters a day.

At first, someone from Jin Yizong sent it to her, and they teased her because it was too large. Later, when Wei Xie heard about it, she didn't know what she had in mind, so she cut the letter and handed it to Feng Buye.

So when Zhuchen saw the letter again, it was Feng Buye who had personally delivered it to her.

Zhuchen felt that with Feng Buye's character he would not care about such a trivial matter, and he indeed did not express any doubts. After handing the things to her, he stood aside and looked at her quietly.

Zhuchen opened it and glanced at it. Seeing that there was nothing important, he threw it to the corner of the table and skillfully picked up the pen to correct the official documents on the table.

After reviewing this year's financial report, I stretched myself in the morning and realized that Feng Buye was still in the house.

He stood in front of the window, quietly, so quietly that Zhuchen had forgotten about it. And he had been left alone for a long time. At this time, his eyes had become a little subtle. He looked at Zhuchen thoughtfully, with a hint of condemnation.

meaning.

Zhuchen's spine was numb and she stood up with goosebumps. She recalled the previous conversation between the two, and realized it later. She quickly pulled out Yuan Boshui's letter and explained to him: "Master, this is the head of Yuan

He wrote a work summary for me! I didn’t ask him to give me a report, but he insisted on it. I couldn’t resist such enthusiasm, so I just gave him a few comments casually, nothing else.”

She handed the letter over and read a few words at random.

Yuan Poshui's work report is as verbose as a running account. Most of them are: "Today, all the alchemy rooms were converted into glass factories.", "Today I received a large order for glass. I priced a piece of xx spirit stone. Fellow Taoist Zhuchen

what do you think

How about it?", "Fellow Demon Cultivator has developed a new pattern of glass, which is very popular.", "Fellow Demon Cultivator has developed a gold-red glass, melted a small amount of gold into it, and Xuntian has doubled the price.

The price.”…and so on.

At the end of some letters, there may be two paragraphs of Yuan Poshui's improvised poems, which are sour and sour to read, and of course I have no interest at all in the morning.

It is undeniable that Yuan Poguo is indeed an entrepreneur who is good at hard work. In a short period of time, he has received orders for hundreds of thousands of spirit stones. If he develops steadily and continues to produce, his performance will triple next month.

After confirming the cooperative relationship, Mr. Yuan, the boss of the company, became very considerate.

It happened that some sects did not have enough money, and they used dried meat and other grains in exchange for transactions with Xuntian Sect. Xuntian only needed to pay a relatively low price for the purchase. So he did not give the spirit stone directly to Zhuchen, but helped

She exchanged the food for food and stored it until Yu Yuan vacated the warehouse before transporting it for delivery.

Zhuchen handled the matter properly and thoughtfully, so Zhuchen praised him twice in the letter to express his pleasure and falsely praised his poems.

There is no other relationship between heaven and earth and conscience.

Feng Buye nodded, raised his long eyelashes upward, and said hesitantly: "You..."

His original intention was to say, you, a young and beautiful girl, should not talk about poetry and poetry frequently with an adult man. After all, there is no way to guarantee whether the other person will have special thoughts. Then he thought, Zhuchen betrayed himself like this for Chaowen.

Her conscience is already very pitiful and she should not be ridiculed anymore.

So after the word was spoken, Feng Buye's eyes softened and he just said softly: "You should go to bed early."

Zhuchen's heart was in her throat. She didn't hear the key content and always felt that something was missing. But she didn't dare to ask, so she personally sent Feng Buye out the door.

She leaned on the door frame, watching the other person's disappearing back, still feeling frightened.

"I'm going..." Zhuchen glanced at the side houses gloomily, "Senior Brother Wei Xie!"

She knew that this was the man who looked very serious on the surface, but was thinking about some strange things secretly.

Last time he called her "Master's Wife" in her dream, scaring her half to death, and this time he went to provoke Feng Buye. Even a reliable person like Master was affected by him and started to behave abnormally.

How could his second apprentice be so uneasy?!

I close the door in the morning, go back and tidy up the things on the table, wash up and prepare to lie down. Before going to bed, I habitually click on the system and take a quick look.

The bright green light in the interface drove away many sleepyheads in the morning. She lifted the quilt and sat up, rubbed her eyes and looked again carefully, only to find that she had unknowingly entered the fourth stage of "self-reliance and hard work".

The task has been completed.

Now there is only one thing left on her task list, which is to expand the city's visibility, enhance the country's influence, and maintain multilateralism.

Zhuchen feels that he is already a multilateralist, and he doesn’t know what the system’s “multiple” standard is.

Close the list interface every morning and choose to receive rewards.

The reward for the task of innovation and entrepreneurship is the skill [Spring Tree·Advanced] (The spring breeze not only blooms the spring trees, it can also make the waves rise as high as a house.)

To be honest, having waves as high as a house is of no use, but being able to grind grain as high as a house is a real skill.

Zhuchen calmly read the exercises that emerged in his consciousness word for word, and as usual, he didn't understand why.

However, spells of the same type are somewhat related. Last time, [Cerified Wood] was used to purify the environment, and this time, [Spring Wood] is probably also related to plants.

With agricultural output in short supply, this type of skill is bound to be valuable.

Sit cross-legged and meditate every morning, and concentrate on moving the breath in your body according to the steps of cultivation.

I don't know whether it was because she had finally enlightened after studying hard for a long time, or because the increasingly intense demonic energy she heard recently had opened up the seven meridians and eight meridians, and she found that she felt comfortable and comfortable when studying the exercises given by this system every morning.

[Chunmu] seemed to be one with her and had long existed in her memory. She was just following the habit of drawing the spiritual energy to move through her meridians.

It's strange to say.

When Chaowen's spiritual energy was relatively strong, the spiritual energy was mobilized in her body. But now the demonic energy is even better, and the [Washing Water] she has practiced will automatically convert the demonic energy and then absorb it into her body.

The two breaths met in Dantian, blended with each other, and formed a more flexible and powerful long rope that traveled through the meridians. The powers that should have been similar to water and fire actually complemented each other in her body, so that she herself was not sure. Now Xiu

Is it the devil or the Tao?

This also made Zhuchen more convinced that the solution to the demise of heaven and earth should be hidden in this mysterious change.

Make progress morning by morning and learn [Spring Wood] to the basic level in one night.

The moment she glimpsed the secret of the technique, a completely unfamiliar scene appeared in front of her.

This time the illusion was more real than before, even the sweetness in the air and the warmth of the sun clearly surrounded her, creating an immersive every detail.

The mountains in that area are towering, with undulating hills and overlapping highs and lows.

A rough look:

One area is a lush bamboo garden.

A forest of bright red maple leaves.

One area is a grassland with colorful flowers.

A long slope covered with plum blossoms and white snow.

It seems that you are surrounded by this mountain scenery all year round.

Zhuchen's perspective was hanging in mid-air, as if she was flying in the wind. She lowered her head and walked along the mountains, taking in an unobstructed view of several mountains and forests, and then flew higher and higher, as if she was going to fly away with the wind.

After rising above the clouds in the morning, she finally discovered that this series of mountain peaks was actually the landmark of the demon world that was about to fall.

Zhuchen was astonished. Nowadays, the desolate and dark demon world is like a ghost realm on earth. Was it also filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the past?

This giant mountain forcibly separates heaven and earth into two sides, cutting off the connection between them. So what is the relationship between the so-called demonic energy and spiritual energy?

There was a huge earthquake in Zhuchen Lingtai. Before I could think of the answer, my consciousness had been sucked back into my body by a powerful force.

She let out a long breath, held her sweaty forehead, and digested the clues she had just received.

I thought about it for a long time in the morning, and stared at the sky outside turning from gray to bright, but I still couldn't figure out the specific clue. I simply went to explain a few words to Zhang Shiwen, put aside distracting thoughts, and continued to practice.

This practice is just another day.

By the time Zhuchen broke through [Chunmu]'s intermediate technique, it was already late at night.

The wooden windows made a slight noise as they were beaten by the wind, and the faint moonlight leaked through the gaps, becoming the only light source in the dim house.

Zhuchenfang commanded, and a candle lighted up in the room. The dim yellow light illuminated her fingers, and also illuminated the green light floating on her fingertips.

It was just a comment she made casually, but she didn't expect that [Spring Wood] is actually a skill that can promote the growth of plant roots!

Zhuchen was so happy that he got out of bed and wanted to confirm the specific effects of the skill.

She searched around the house and finally found that even the few potato plants on the windowsill had been moved to the farmland, and she had no extra seeds at all.

Zhuchen simply opened the door and went outside to look for targets he could try.

The air is cool tonight, and the night wind blows through the streets and alleys, blending into a low melody. With the ups and downs of the sound, the horizons gradually become wider.

I walked to my destination early in the morning, squatted on the soft mud, and dug out the bamboo rice I had just planted a few days ago.
To be continued...