It wasn't until sunset that the little cultivator returned, looking exhausted.

Xian'er glanced over; the amount of stuff in her hands was a bit less, but not too much. If this continued daily, it would be enough to sell for another ten days or so.

It's not that the quantity is sufficient, the sales are just poor.

Yesterday when she was selling ghosts, she noticed that few people bought spirit soil. Even if sold, it was just worth a bit of spirit crystal, completely incomparable to hanging ghosts, for which inquiries were ongoing.

Xian'er didn't look down on the other person; instead, she felt a sense of shared misfortune.

When she was a maid, she didn't have a monthly salary. The little she saved came from holiday gifts from the young mistress, with the New Year money making up the bulk.

"What are you doing?" The little cultivator spotted her from a distance, standing warily at a distance.

Xian'er stood up from the weeds and patted her little behind: "Want some weeds?"

"Giving them to me?"

"Dream on! Exchange them for food with me!"

"No exchange, go away!"

"Don't you want the weeds?" Xian'er got a bit anxious.

There were two pancakes left. She would eat one today, one tomorrow, eat a small handful of spirit rice hurriedly matured by the divine master the day after, then starve, and the day after that, she might die.

"I can collect weeds for free every day; why would I exchange with you?" the little cultivator said.

"This——" Xian'er anxiously grasped the branch at her waist.

"What are you doing?!" The little cultivator swiftly pulled out a shoulder pole for selecting goods, left hand pinching the jade token.

Once the jade token was crushed, the law enforcement team of the Green Moon Sect would rush over, but the jade token would also be lost, as would the yard – this was equivalent to the fee for inviting the law enforcement team.

[Think about what you have that the other party needs.] Li Changzhou leisurely advised.

Xian'er, well-trained as a maid, immediately said: "You give me food, and I'll make it rain on your spirit field tomorrow!"

As soon as she said this, she felt she was impressive. Making it rain, an act only immortals can do, only such dialogues appear in storybooks.

The little cultivator looked hesitant.

"Didn't you just sell a ghost yesterday?" he asked, puzzled.

"It's all spent already."

"Six, six pieces of spirit stone, all spent?!"

"Yeah." Xian'er nodded.

She felt wronged too; if not for the divine master, she could have kept some spirit crystals and wouldn't need to beg here.

The little cultivator finally agreed: "Wait outside, but let's agree, to prevent you from not fulfilling the agreement tomorrow, I'll take this bundle of weeds too."

"What if I do fulfill it?"

"Then I'll give you a little more food."

"Deal!"

Xian'er stepped aside, allowing the little cultivator to take the weeds inside. After a while, the little cultivator came out with a big bag of steamed buns.

"Is this enough?" she asked hesitantly.

As soon as Xian'er opened it, the steamed buns, snowy white, were even whiter than what Steward Liu eats.

"Enough, enough, thank you, thank you!" she quickly said.

She hadn't expected so many, nor so good, but it was just helping to make it rain once. Hmm, could it be that this little cultivator felt sorry for her?

"Remember the agreement!"

"Don't worry, I remember!"

Holding the big bag of buns, Xian'er happily returned to her yard and immediately ate one.

"There's even meat in it! It's not a steamed bun, it's a meat bun!" She widened her eyes in disbelief, "Divine master, there wouldn't be poison inside, would there?"

[Just eat already]

Getting startled over eating a meal, all fussy and noisy.

"But, she's so poor she's selling mud and weeds, how could she afford meat!" Xian'er said.

[A single spirit crystal can exchange for ten thousand silver taels; she got twenty thousand taels in total yesterday and today, what's wrong with eating some meat buns?]

Xian'er suddenly went silent.

She was stunned there.

She had heard the young mistress calculate accounts before; Steward Liu had a thousand acres of fertile land, three farms, four concubines, such status and position, and an annual income of only four to five hundred taels.

"Ten thousand taels..."

Qi Cultivation Technique, Cloud Rain Skill, none of those had the impact on her that Li Changzhou's sentence did; for the first time, she so clearly realized the gap between cultivators and mortals.

She really couldn't associate the little cultivator pulling weeds, fetching water, and setting up stalls with ten thousand taels of silver.

Xian'er took a bite of the bun.

After a long while, the courtyard echoed with a heart-wrenching cry.

"A few shabby books! A few shabby books! Just a few shabby books cost me five spirit crystals, fifty thousand taels, my hard-earned silver!!"

Xian'er's heart was shattered.

It even affected her Qi cultivation at night.

In the end, Li Changzhou couldn't help but say: [Finish reading the books first, sell them back to the bookstore, maybe you can sell a bit back.]

In the cultivation world, knowledge equals strength, equaling spirit stones. To prevent piracy and stop private dissemination, various methods were used to restrict.

For example, in the peculiar pavilion where Xian'er bought books, there was a spell to identify, allowing only her to read, others couldn't see the words on it.

Meanwhile, because of the high cost of making books, bookstores also recycled them.

Of course, a book bought for five spirit crystals might only have a resale value of three spirit crystals, or even one or two.

Xian'er read through the night until she dozed off late into the night. She never thought about hanging ghosts all day long, so fear would also be replaced and dissipated over time.

Early the next morning, Xian'er woke up early, and after cultivating, she charged out with a hoe and buns.

As a result, she ran into the little cultivator at the door again.

"...Morning."

"...Morning."

Both secretly vowed to wake up even earlier the next day.

One after the other, they went up Spirit Field Mountain.

After just one night, the weeds had grown up to an adult's knee height.

If this were before the value game started, one could become rich relying on a piece of spirit field alone.

"First remove the weeds, then make it rain." The little cultivator said.

"Alright!"

After weeding, Xian'er first made it rain on the little cultivator's spirit field; then, once her mana recovered, she performed the Cloud Rain Skill on her own spirit field.

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