Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 12: Feng Mingyou

Turning his head, Feng Mingyou looked at Peng Tuan, whose face had turned red, and said, "What's going on? I didn't see it. Do you really have the ability to chase after a demon rabbit with a spiritual hoe?"

Upon hearing this, Peng Tuan's face, which had turned red, suddenly calmed down, and he calmly said, "Yes, Manager, I worked hard. I took the spiritual hoe and spent a full minute smashing the motionless demon rabbit to death."

"A minute? Motionless? What does that mean?" Feng Mingyou became even more confused.

Lv Guoshi, who was standing by, couldn't bear to watch anymore and said, "Manager, it was Ming Ge who used the Growth Spell to entangle the demon rabbit. Peng Tuan and the others used the spiritual hoes to smash the demon rabbit one by one."

Feng Mingyou instantly understood the situation and said, "Oh, I see. What? Growth Spell? Are you saying that a junior apprentice has learned a second spell?"

Feng Mingyou's face was filled with excitement. A junior apprentice had already learned several spells. This was definitely the talent of a mage. He felt that he was going to succeed.

Everyone pointed their fingers at Zhang Deming again.

Feng Mingyou was taken aback and looked at Zhang Deming, saying, "Didn't you just learn the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell last month?"

Zhang Deming awkwardly said, "Um, during lunch break, because I haven't been able to sleep well lately, I was thinking about the newly acquired spell. Unexpectedly, I gained some insights and inexplicably succeeded."

Upon hearing this, Feng Mingyou paused for a moment, then became puzzled again and asked, "What about your cultivation?"

"Well, I did break through, it was also a breakthrough during lunch break," Zhang Deming replied.

Feng Mingyou's expression was extremely vivid. He was excited at first, but then seemed to remember something and hesitated.

After a long while, he said, "Alright, bring the demon beast to the kitchen and add it to tonight's meal. The others can leave. The spirit rice has already tasseled, and the harvest will be in a few days. Be more careful. Zhang Deming, come with me."

After speaking, Feng Mingyou turned and walked towards his own courtyard, with Zhang Deming obediently following behind.

Unlike the row of courtyards for the menial workers, Feng Mingyou's courtyard was a separate quadrangle courtyard.

In the courtyard, there was a small banyan tree and a stone table under it.

It was evident that Feng Mingyou's life was very comfortable.

The two of them arrived at the courtyard, and Feng Mingyou took out a set of tea utensils. After inviting Zhang Deming to sit down, he began to brew tea.

Zhang Deming didn't understand the art of tea, but he could tell that Feng Mingyou was an experienced tea connoisseur.

They quietly waited until Feng Mingyou brewed the first cup of tea.

"Try it!" Feng Mingyou poured a cup for Zhang Deming and gestured with his hand.

Zhang Deming smiled bitterly and said, "Manager Feng, you've seen me grow up. You should know that I don't know anything about tea. Drinking tea for me is just quenching my thirst. I can't taste anything else."

Feng Mingyou picked up a teacup and said, "No problem."

Seeing this, Zhang Deming stopped making excuses and picked up the teacup, taking a small sip.

Immediately, his eyes lit up, and he drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

"Experience points +0.5."

Zhang Deming looked at the teapot in Feng Mingyou's hand and said, "It tastes good, Manager, anything else?"

Feng Mingyou looked at Zhang Deming's mischievous look and shook his head speechlessly, saying, "I have this two liang of spiritual tea for tasting, not for you to waste like this."

Although he said that, he still refilled Zhang Deming's cup again. Seeing that Zhang Deming was about to finish it in one gulp, he spoke again, "If you want to improve your cultivation, I can give you a few jin of spiritual rice later. Take your time to savor this spiritual tea, don't waste it."

Zhang Deming wasn't embarrassed by having his thoughts exposed. He held the teacup and imitated Feng Mingyou, taking small sips.

As Zhang Deming savored the tea, he finally understood why Feng Mingyou said he was wasting it.

The benefits of this spiritual tea were not just the abundant spiritual energy in the tea itself.

As the tea spread in his mouth, a refreshing fragrance permeated Zhang Deming's entire body.

It was a completely different experience from drinking it quickly.

The two of them slowly enjoyed the tea. After a long time, Feng Mingyou broke the silence and spoke again, "You've been at Xiaoqing Mountain, the Miscellaneous Courtyard, for almost ten years."

Zhang Deming nodded and said, "Yes, Manager, it's been exactly ten years."

Upon hearing this, Feng Mingyou nodded and said, "Ten years, I've been pressuring you for ten years. You must have had a lot of dissatisfaction and hatred towards me."

Zhang Deming was surprised by his words and looked at Feng Mingyou with a puzzled expression.

Feng Mingyou had a easy-going personality, but he was a bit domineering, though not too serious. He had his own thoughts, but they weren't too serious either.

Overall, he was an ordinary person.

But this straightforward statement was the first time Zhang Deming had encountered it.

Looking at Feng Mingyou's serious expression, Zhang Deming smiled and said, "To be honest, no, not when I was eight years old, because I knew the reason. And not today, on my eighteenth birthday, because you've been a good manager."

"Just a good manager? Don't you hate me for constantly pressuring and being strict with you?" Feng Mingyou asked in surprise.

Zhang Deming smiled and said, "With my experience of entering the mountain, wouldn't it be better for me to survive like this? I think that's what you also think, right, Manager?"

Feng Mingyou was stunned and looked at Zhang Deming seriously. After a long time, he said, "Ah, I thought you were mature early on, but now it seems that I underestimated you. I don't want to talk about what happened ten years ago. I do have some thoughts and I apologize to you here. But I don't regret what I did. If I had another chance, I would still try. With my talent, it's useless to rely solely on my own efforts. I would only be an advanced apprentice for life if I didn't seize every opportunity."

Listening to Feng Mingyou's frank words, Zhang Deming was surprised but didn't make any judgments or show any disdain.

Feng Mingyou continued, "So I try to seize every opportunity, but my personality doesn't allow me to be a true opportunist. So I came to Xiaoqing Mountain to retire early. These years, although I have been strict with you, except for the first few years, I have no regrets. If you have any grievances, let's talk it out in advance. Today, in this courtyard, I am not your manager, and you are not my subordinate. You have learned the Growth Technique, right? You can hang me up and beat me for a while, let out your grievances, and then we'll be even. How about that?"

Zhang Deming was stunned by Feng Mingyou's words. He never expected him to say such things.

"What's wrong? Are you not satisfied with this condition? If you're not satisfied, you can bring it up, and we can discuss it. I think you've endured for ten years, so you won't bother me too much. After all, we don't have any deep grudges," Feng Mingyou said.

(This chapter is complete)