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"Old man, I still have some savings over the years. If you need it, please use it first!" Wang Tong sighed slightly. He also knew something about Yang Tian.

After Yang Tian had an accident, Zhou Qingyang was furious and directly killed the scattered cultivator's door. However, the scattered cultivator received the news and knew that he had caused a big disaster and had already escaped and left nothing. Zhou Qingyang was both regretful and sad, and a sense of hatred in his heart could not be calmed down. In anger, he set fire to ten shops in Xiaosha Town, the foot of the mountain.

It is not a simple character to be able to gain a foothold in this extremely cruel world of cultivation. Although they are afraid of the Zhou family's forces and dare not throw Old Man Zhou into the fire to burn it, it is still possible to go up the mountain to claim compensation. Old Man Zhou was also extremely depressed and suffered consecutive blows. In anger, he entered the depths of Cangyun Mountains to collect spiritual medicines to make money. Later, he was attacked by monsters and returned seriously injured. He died soon after.

The debts left behind naturally fell on Yang Tian. Among the ten stores, there was also the Zhou family's own property. When Old Man Zhou was alive, no one was embarrassed to ask for it, but when the people left, the tea was cold. Now the Zhou family's old affairs were brought up again, and he used this excuse to keep Yang Tian and asked him to plant spiritual fields for the Zhou family to pay off the debt.

A warm feeling surged in Yang Tian's heart, and he shook his head and said, "No, Uncle Wang, you will go down the mountain in two years. You should keep the money for retirement. Don't you still have to buy some home business for Brother Wang and the others? How can I get this money!"

After Yang Tian became an ordinary slave, Wang Tong took good care of him, just like he treated his own children. This moved Yang Tian, ​​who had never felt the taste of family affection, was also very touched. He knew that Wang Tong's family background was only more than a thousand low-grade spirit stones at best, which was not helpful.

"Yang Tian, ​​the spirit beans in my field seem to be a little yellow. Go and take a look!" While he was speaking, a middle-aged man walked over with a grass root in his mouth, looking lazy, and he used his chin to rush to the direction of his spiritual field.

Yang Tian frowned, but his body did not move, and said lightly: "Wu Laosan, what do you want me to see in your spiritual beans? If something happens, I can't take responsibility!"

Wu Laosan is a nephew of Zhou Qingmu, the manager of Baiyun Valley. With this relationship, he rents the best spiritual fields in Baiyun Valley and plants the best crops. He is not very clean on weekdays. He likes to pick a fruit in the east and a branch in the west in other people's spiritual fields. He is never very popular. Everyone dares to be angry but dares to speak out, and they are afraid of avoiding it. Yang Tian rarely pays attention to him.

As the saying goes, villains are hard to guard against. People like Wu Laosan are mostly small-scale people who are vengeful and will retaliate. Once they get involved, they will be as difficult as a little devil. They may stab you in the back at any time. Yang Tian understands this truth, so he is not distant, neither cold nor indifferent to him, and seeks peace and freedom.

Wu Laosan was slightly stunned, a strange color flashed through his eyes, and he laughed strangely: "Yang Tian, ​​Old Man Wang's spiritual field has worms, you helped him see, Zheng Niu Er's spiritual grass grows grass, and you also help him, why can't you get to me?" He paused, stared at Yang Tian, ​​and said word by word: "Can you look down on me, Wu San'er!"

"Wu Laosan, your land is under the waterfall, and the ground is fertile and abundant spiritual energy. It is the best spiritual fields in our Baiyun Valley. If you have any major problems, just water more water!" Wang Tong saw that Wu Laosan was a little embarrassed and said, and a hint of doubt appeared in his heart. Wu Laosan has always seen his spiritual fields precious, and others are not sure to get closer. What happened today?

Yang Tian was alert, but a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said, "You are so serious. Since Brother Wu can respect him, I will go and have a look, but I can't guarantee that there will be any solution!"

Wu Laosan laughed loudly, and the person who heard it was a little uncomfortable. He spat and said sideways: "Then go, if you do it well, I won't treat you badly!" He turned around, and a cold light flashed across the corner of his eyes.

Wu Laosan's spiritual field is next to a waterfall in the valley, moist and cool, and several acres of five-color beans that like shade. These five-color beans are very effective in clearing the body and dispersing mixed materials. They can also be used to refine marrow cleaning pills. They are a relatively valuable crop. However, due to environmental restrictions, only Wu Laosan can plant these few acres of fields.

Yang Tian soon came to the spiritual field. When he saw it, he couldn't help but frown. The green field seemed messy at this time. Large areas of spiritual beans began to wither and turn yellow, and some branches of colorful beans gradually dry and black. This disease seems to be very serious!

After walking around the field and carefully checking the spiritual herbs that died of illness, Yang Tian gradually felt at a loss in his heart and shook his head speechless. Wu Laosan was really ignorant and idiot. It rained heavily two days ago, and the water in the valley increased sharply. Others were draining water to prevent water. He actually drew water and irrigated like before. It would be strange if this spiritual bean was not dead!

"Although spiritual beans like shade, there is too much water accumulation in the field, and everything will turn back when extremes. Just drain the accumulated water out!" After walking out of the spiritual field, Yang Tian sighed to Wu Laosan, but he said in his heart that it was a pity that several acres of spiritual beans, and it was certain that the yield was reduced.

Wu Laosan was stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly became a little surprised. Then he glanced at Yang Tian, ​​patted Yang Tian, ​​and smiled affectionately: "Yang Tian, ​​I heard that your Smoke Rain Art is good. Please help me with this drainage matter. Your benefits will be indispensable in the future!"

Yang Tian was stunned and knew that Wu Laosan wanted to help him work for nothing. He sneered in his heart and said lightly: "Wu Laosan, I will help people with rain and insect removal. I charge two spirit stones per acre. I will be responsible for three months at a time. You know this!"

Wu Laosan indeed had a gloomy face, and looked unhappy. Yang Tian turned a blind eye and said with a serious expression: "Your acres of spiritual beans are almost ripe. I can be cheaper. I only charge you five spiritual stones in total!"

Wu Laosan stared at Yang Tian with a pale face, and his heart was furious. He secretly cursed a ungrateful little bastard who even dared to take advantage of his master. However, this expression flew away, and he quickly changed into a smile: "Haha, Brother Yang has helped me a lot, but I am so grateful. These are five spirit stones, Brother Yang takes it!"

Yang Tian was a little surprised now. When did Wu Laosan be so easy to talk to? However, Yang Tian was not afraid of him. He just thought for a moment and then took the spirit stone.

"I dare to collect my spirit stones, and I will spit them out in a few days!" After Yang Tian's back disappeared, Wu Laosan lowered his face and sneered.

Originally, Zhou Qingmu, the manager, was going to come to inspect today, but later he didn't know why, but Yang Tian didn't think much about it. There were many spiritual fields in the valley, and Yang Tian earned two spiritual stones per mu, which made a lot of money every year. Similarly, his daily workload was quite large, and he quickly left the doubts behind his mind.

On this day, Yang Tian gave light rain to several acres of spiritual fields as usual. After everything was done, he came to Wu Laosan's side of the spiritual fields. In the past few days, he used the technique of controlling water to drain the water in the field, gathering spiritual energy to nourish the bean seedlings. The spiritual beans have improved greatly and gradually turned green.

"Huh?" Yang Tian walked closer, but was surprised, and hurriedly ran into the field. He saw that the spirit beans that were already almost as good as before suddenly turned withered and browned again overnight, even more serious than before.

"How could this happen?" Yang Tian looked solemn, and he quickly recalled the casting situation of his spell a few days ago. "No, I didn't make any mistakes in the past few days, and the growth of bean seedlings proved that I had no problem with handling, but how could these spirit beans become like this overnight?"

While thinking, Yang Tian pulled up a bean seedling, which made Yang Tian's eyes widen incredibly. After a long time, staring at the bean seedling that had rotten and had a faint fishy smell, Yang Tian's frown gradually loosened. He slowly stood up, looked at the white clouds in the sky, and clenched his hands.

"Whose spiritual herbs is that? It's good-growing!" In the distance, a short and fat man in luxurious clothes pointed to a spiritual field and said with a smile. His small mouse-like eyes were squeezed into the fat face, his eyes were greedy and without any concealment.

"That's my family. This is what Manager Zhou takes great care of us. Haha, this little spirit stone is not respectful!" Ling Nong, the next person, immediately shivered and cried in pain in his heart. Although he was reluctant, he still smiled and carefully handed the three spirit stones over.

This week, the manager is responsible for the management of Lingtian and the distribution of rent and seeds. If he makes him unhappy, he will give you a piece of rotten land or bad seeds, then he will have no place to cry.

The fat man weighed the spirit stone with his hand, smiled and said, "I still have some purple star grass seeds in there. You can get it in a few days. You can give you a 10% discount!"

Lingnong nodded quickly to agree, but his face became even more bitter. When he went to get the seeds, he had to be more filial to him.

"Miss San, how are your spiritual beans? The elders in the clan have to refine a batch of spiritual pills these days. They need spiritual beans as auxiliary materials. You can send me twenty stones!" Manager Zhou looked at a man beside him.

The man was Wu Laosan. At this time, he was following Manager Zhou proudly and said with a flattering smile: "I asked Yang Tian to take care of him, there should be no problem!"

"Yang Tian? Oh, it's that little thing!" Manager Zhou was stunned and reacted, "That kid still owes the Third Master more than 50,000 spirit stones. Hehe, I'm afraid he will never pay it back in his life!"

"Wu San, what's going on!" Everyone soon came to Wu Saner's spiritual field. Zhou Qingmu saw the withered and yellow spiritual field at a glance. He was stunned, then jumped up in shock and shouted in anger.
Chapter completed!