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Chapter 104

Outside Qin Lan's city, Fang Zelin held the map in his hand, lowered his head and meditated slightly.

I have already been to Shuangyuetan, as well as Luojian Mountain.

I have already been to both places, but now I can go to Linjiang Mountain to have a look.

There is Qin Linhe at the foot of Linjiang Mountain, so it is okay to think about the two.

Fang Zelin was wearing black bottoms at the moment, the middle part of the top was white, and the outer shirt was blue.

Tender bamboo is embroidered on the collar of the blue coat.

After putting away the map in front of him, Fang Zelin strolled forward.

At this moment, Fang Zelin no longer wondered whether he could find those fairy mountains.

After nearly half a year of practicing in Luojian Mountain, the sword's momentum has been fully integrated into Chengxiao Sword.

Fang Zelin felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong with cultivating all the way while admiring the magnificence of the Jin Dynasty.

The purpose of finding those cultivators is to practice, and this journey is actually practice.

After figuring this out, it seems that there is no need to persistently look for other cultivators.

If you can't meet other immortal cultivators, it's probably because your chance hasn't come yet.

In addition, he improved his cultivation in Luojian Mountain. Not only did he enter that mountain once, but he also felt that he had a little more understanding of the Supreme Sensation Technique, and this technique also improved a little.

Fang Zelin thought about it, and immediately walked forward while humming a little tune softly.

Not long after leaving the south gate of Qinlan City, you can see acres of fields by the roadside.

But in the field at this moment, the ears of rice on the countless crops can already be seen, a lot of rice has grown, and it is not yet the time for autumn harvest, the heavy rice has already bent the ears of rice.

At a glance, the crops are all bent over, but it is very gratifying to watch.

"If I remember correctly, I should have used the little cloud and rain technique to water the rain here."

Fang Zelin glanced here, thought carefully, and then said secretly.

When he practiced in Luojian Mountain, he didn't just practice. At night, he would leave Luojian Mountain and pour more spiritual rain in the surrounding fields.

Looking at the rice in these fields at this moment, they all look like they are about to be harvested, Fang Zelin is naturally happy in his heart.

In a happy mood, when Fang Zelin walked forward, his steps were much lighter.

In the field on the side, you can also see many farmers weeding under the scorching sun. Not far away, you can also see a few scarecrows tied up to drive away birds.

Peasants sweat profusely in the fields, but their faces are full of joy.

When you listen carefully, you can probably hear a little bit of their conversation.

They were talking to each other, the crops in their field this year are growing very well, and it looks like they can have a bumper harvest!
As long as it lasts a few more months, it will be the harvest season.

The other peasants also smiled when they heard this. Obviously, they were all extremely happy because their crops were growing well.

After walking forward along the official road for a while,

On the way, I asked the fellow villagers passing by to make sure that I had gone the right way, but suddenly I heard thunder in the sky, and then the rain began to fall drop by drop.

Just a moment later, he saw the rain in the distance conjoined into one piece, and there was a splashing sound.

It's like someone in the sky is holding a big basin and pouring water directly down.

"It's not long since I came out, why is it raining?"

Fang Zelin looked up at the sky and looked around, and when he saw a rain pavilion in front of him, he hurriedly walked forward.

When Fang Zelin approached, he saw that there were already many people sheltering from the rain in the rain pavilion.

The Yuting was not big, and when Fang Zelin entered, he immediately felt a bit crowded.

In the rain pavilion, there are porters who carry burdens. The things they pick are some fruits, which I think are grown by themselves.

There are also a few old men, a few people who look like scholars, and a few more people from the Jianghu.

Seeing someone coming in, a group of people took a look and then ignored it.

They all came to shelter from the rain in the rain pavilion, and Fang Zelin carried a sword behind his back.

The sword looked like an ordinary sharp sword.

"The increase in food prices this year is indeed too much."

Fang Zelin had just sat down here, and was about to wait for the rain to stop before going out. He never thought that he had just sat down when he heard the sighs of several old men beside him.

"That's right, I heard that someone was buying grain in Yuanqing Mansion, which caused the price of grain to rise a lot."

"Yuanqing Mansion? Isn't that area close to Heixiong Ridge? I heard that there are many goblins in Heixiong Ridge. There are not many people in Yuanqing Mansion. Why are there still people buying food there?"

The elderly man on the side was a little surprised when he heard this.

"Then who knows, anyway, I heard that many granaries have been built over there, and they are buying grain everywhere. This year, the land planted is much more than in previous years. Keep buying food."

The other old man shook his head when he heard this, saying that he didn't know the specific situation.

But the rise in food prices is now real.

"Storing grain, farming?"

Fang Zelin couldn't help raising his brows when he heard this while sitting aside.

According to this statement, why does this style look so much like Yan Xia's handwriting?

"Hey, fortunately, the weather is good this year. Otherwise, the grain harvest will not be good this year, and I'm afraid we won't be able to eat."

The other white-headed old man couldn't help shaking his head when he heard this, and sighed.

"Isn't it? This year's rain is really plentiful, and it often rains in the surrounding area at night."

As the old men spoke, the heavy rain outside gradually stopped.

It was originally a sudden thunderstorm, and it came and went quickly.

Seeing that the rain had stopped for a while, the old man and the scholars left in a hurry.

But when Fang Zelin was about to get up and leave, a few people from the rivers and lakes in the distance spoke in a low voice.

"It seems that the people in Dajin know about our large purchase of grain, and we don't know if there will be trouble."

"It shouldn't be a big problem. There are more or less people from us in every prefecture and prefecture, and they have helped a lot. Besides, it's just buying food, so we can't be convicted of it."

The whispers of several people from the rivers and lakes on the side reached Fang Zelin's ears.

Fang Zelin was slightly taken aback by these words, but he was immediately convinced that this was Yan Xia's handwriting.

"From the looks of it so far, everything is going well. The cultivated land in Yuanqing Mansion has also expanded a lot. In addition, animal husbandry and the like are also under construction. Yuanqing Mansion is also a place that is not very popular. You can develop with peace of mind there.”

(End of this chapter)