Chapter 10 Family Competition (Please collect and read!)
The next day.

Chen An finished eating a pot of spiritual rice and came to the yard.

[First-grade intermediate fireweed flower, often used to mix fire-attribute blood ink for drawing talismans, and can also be used as medicine to make pills]

I found a few places with larger gaps and planted the five edelweiss seeds I bought yesterday.

There is no way. The spiritual field in the yard is not big and cannot grow too many spiritual plants. It is already the limit now.

If he wanted to expand the spiritual field, not to mention the difficulty and complexity involved, it would be impossible to do so simply because of the limited space in his yard.

Chen An stood there and looked around, his face thoughtful. "It is said that every acre of the clan's medium-quality spiritual fields is protected by formations. Both the richness of the spiritual energy and the privacy are excellent. If I can get the family's authorization to allocate an acre, it will be many times better than farming here!"

But there is no rush. He needs to improve his cultivation to the fourth level of Qi training first. Otherwise, no matter how well he farms, the family will not allocate any income to him.

After taking care of the spiritual plants and taking a special look at the fireweed to confirm that there was nothing abnormal, Chen An walked out of the yard and headed straight for the field.

From a distance, I saw a group of people gathered together, talking about something.

Out of curiosity, Chen An moved closer.

Chen Fugui was standing in the middle, waving his arms and saying passionately, "You guys are busy farming in the mountains all day long, and you don't know what's going on outside. A few days ago, the second elder came back from the market, and I heard him say that our defeated Liu family took advantage of the fact that the spiritual fields of our clan were infested with black nematodes and the production dropped sharply, and quietly lowered the price of spiritual rice, causing all the spiritual rice in our Chen family's store to be unsalable."

"Ah? How dare they?!"

"The Liu family has a bumper harvest this year, so it's not surprising that the price has dropped. Didn't we do the same thing in previous years?"

"The problem is that the market has suffered a setback. Maybe the clan will have to lower the price to buy our spiritual rice next season."

"What can we do? We should work harder every day and try to increase the production a little bit."

Chen An listened to the tribesmen of different ages talking in the crowd, and his heart trembled. It was really not easy to rely on the weather for a living.

The Chen family has been cultivating the land meticulously for generations, and the spiritual rice they produce is of good quality and has a slightly higher price, while the Liu family relies on quantity to win.

This time, the Chen family suffered from insect infestation and had a poor harvest, so they were forced to raise the price of spiritual rice. The Liu family took the opportunity to lower the price and attack the Chen family.

It goes without saying that the Liu family took the opportunity to seize the market and suppress their competitors.

Although the quality of Liu's rice is lower, if the price is low enough, buying more and eating more will not necessarily be worse than Chen's yellow sprout rice.

Fortunately, my methods are sharp and I can nip the pests in the bud when they first show their ferocity.

Otherwise, this time will definitely be sad.

Chen Fugui spotted Chen An, who was in a daze in the crowd, and waved at him: "Chen An, I heard that you had a good harvest last season."

Upon hearing this, everyone followed Chen Fugui's gaze and turned to look at this "newcomer to farming".

Chen An smiled awkwardly: "My land is in a remote location, far away from the pest-concentrated areas, so it has little impact on me."

A young spiritual farmer expressed regret: "Why didn't I think of this? I should have chosen a remote location earlier. Otherwise, the output wouldn't have dropped by 40% now!"

There are also older and more experienced spiritual farmers who disagree: "The spiritual energy in the marginal spiritual fields is insufficient, and when there is an insect infestation, it is only a temporary benefit. The annual output is far less than that of the good fields!"

Chen An smiled slightly and chatted with them for a while to deal with it.

Soon everyone lost interest and went back to work in the fields.

After everyone left, Chen An turned and walked towards his own land.

Under his hard work, the yellow rice had begun to quietly sprout, revealing tender green shoots. Ten jade fruit trees stood vertically in the soil, their branches and leaves swaying in the wind, and they had already sprouted tender shoots, and would soon bear fruit again.

These first-grade lower-quality spiritual plants are all carefully selected high-quality varieties. As long as they are well cared for, they will generally mature in about three months.

The Tanaka reishi are growing well, and it looks like this season’s harvest is going to be stable!

After casting the spiritual rain spell as needed and confirming that there was nothing abnormal with the one acre of spiritual plants, Chen An turned and left.

Chen family.

Chamber.

The head of the Chen family, the second elder Chen Rui, and the fourth elder Chen Zishun sat opposite each other around a long table.

The family suffered from an insect plague and was suppressed by competitors, and the three of them all looked unhappy.

"The clan has been plagued by disasters one after another. What do you two elders think?"

Chen Qing was the first to break the silence and asked the two of them. He glanced around and his gaze finally fell on Chen Zishun.

The fourth elder, Chen Zishun, looked to be about forty years old, had a small mustache, and was dressed like a wealthy businessman. He looked very different from the ordinary family monks.

He noticed Chen Qing's gaze and frowned slightly: "What else can we do? Of course, we should buy more spiritual rice and take back the lost market. Otherwise, if this continues, all the independent cultivators will go to the Liu family rice shop, and our store's income will drop significantly. In the future, even paying the rent will become a problem. Then we will have to ask the family for help."

Chen Qing's eyebrows jumped when he heard this, and he was obviously a little worried about the other party's last sentence.

Chen Rui, whose face was dark, shook his head gently: "It is not easy to produce enough spiritual rice in a short period of time. Farming takes time to cultivate, and spiritual rice can't just come out."

"Old black farmer, tell me what we should do." Chen Zishun crossed his arms and threw the question to the other party.

"It's not like similar things haven't happened before. At most, we can ask our clansmen to increase the proportion of yellow bud rice and increase the output. We can just get through this period of time first. As long as the output of yellow bud rice goes up, the Liu family will naturally not be able to do anything to us."

Upon hearing this, Chen Qing nodded slightly.

The three of them discussed it for a long time and finally adopted this method.

After all, Qingyun Sect occupies most of the market, and the two of them only occupy a small part, and they cannot purchase much spiritual rice in a short period of time.

"In that case, the Second Elder should go and handle this matter quickly."

Chen Qing stood up, left a few words, and left the conference room.

"Old Black Farmer, let's split up. You can handle the spiritual farmers in the clan, and the market will also be busy. I will also try my best to increase the amount of spiritual rice I purchase to relieve some of your pressure. Let's try to get through this year first."

"Hmph, that's easy to say."

A hint of displeasure appeared on Chen Rui's dark face. Whenever something went wrong with Lingtian, he would always be blamed.

If we tell Ling Nong to plant yellow sprout rice on their extra three acres of land, although no one would dare to do anything on the surface, they would inevitably be scolded in secret.

Chen Zishun patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "The more capable you are, the more work you should do. Don't be so petty about this little thing. It's all for the family. Besides, the spiritual farmers in the family are all headed by you. If you don't go, who will go?"

After saying that, he chuckled, touched the storage bag on his waist, and suddenly a seed wrapped in light silver threads appeared in his palm.

"This is a spiritual plant seed that I collected recently. I'm giving it to you."

Chen Rui's eyes widened instantly: "Youyuetan!"

(End of this chapter)