“That works too.”
Ye Yu nodded.
If Ye Hao wasn't going, Liu Siyu truly was his best choice at the moment.
“Stay safe when you go,” Ye Hao didn't forget to urge him.
“Of course,” Ye Yu responded with a smile as well.
Right after, Ye Yu cupped his hands and took his leave.
After seeing Ye Yu off, Ye Hao reentered the spirit field to pull weeds.
Doing so would also boost the yield.
He busied himself for several hours before completely clearing away all the weeds.
He clearly remembered burning the entire spirit field beforehand, making it seemingly impossible for any weed seeds to have survived after planting the white spirit rice.
Yet weeds still sprouted regardless.
Moreover, as he cast the Lesser Spirit Rain Technique and Spirit Rain Technique, these weeds grew alongside the white spirit rice, becoming increasingly lush.
That was why he was so eager to clear them out.
Otherwise, wouldn't half of the spiritual energy brought by the Lesser Spirit Rain Technique be siphoned off by these weeds? When that happened, it would not only affect the growth of the white spirit rice, but also the final yield.
Just as Ye Hao stood up and prepared to leave, someone walked over from the distance.
Once Ye Hao got a clear look at the newcomer, he immediately furrowed his brow, discovering that it was Boss Zhao, and the man's destination seemed to be him.
Because when he looked up, he met the other man's gaze.
Once he drew close, Boss Zhao stopped in his tracks, looked at Ye Hao, and said with a smile, “Ye Hao, I have another mu of spirit field here. Do you still want to lease it?”
“Boss Zhao, how is there an extra mu of spirit field?”
Ye Hao frowned. Reasonably speaking, spirit farmers who leased spirit fields would discuss it in advance, rather than bringing it up just as the white spirit rice was being sown.
After all, planting required raising white spirit rice seedlings in advance to improve yields. Only by planning ahead could proper preparations be made.
“An accident happened. Just tell me whether you want to keep leasing or not.”
Boss Zhao frowned, his expression turning somewhat sour as if remembering something.
He pressed on with his inquiry.
“In that case, I'll take it,” Ye Hao thought for a moment and nodded in response.
“Since that's settled, this mu of spirit field will also follow the previous price: 800 jin of white spirit rice.”
“However, there's no rush this time. You can just deliver it after you harvest.”
Hearing Ye Hao agree, Boss Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and a hint of a smile returned to his face.
“All right, then I'll send it over to you after this harvest, Boss Zhao.”
Hearing that he could delay delivering the white spirit rice until after the harvest, Ye Hao also let out a sigh of relief.
“Fine, I won't disturb you any longer. Carry on.”
Having accomplished his task, Boss Zhao lingered no further.
A weight had been lifted from his mind. Fortunately, he had found Ye Hao, who needed spirit fields and could handle so many of them.
Otherwise, if Old Zhao laid the blame on him when the time came, he would have had to shoulder all the fault. Now, with Ye Hao helping him tend the land, not only did he not have to take the blame, but he could also gain even more benefits. Naturally, he was more than willing.
Therefore, the way he looked at Ye Hao became increasingly favorable.
“Take care, Boss Zhao,” Ye Hao cupped his hands and watched him leave.
After the man left, Ye Hao fell into deep thought.
It seemed something had indeed happened to this mu of spirit field.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have fallen into his lap.
It might even be a hot potato.
Yet for Ye Hao, it was still a fine opportunity.
By farming more spirit fields, he could earn greater yields.
In any case, Boss Zhao was taking the brunt in front. As long as Ye Hao grew the white spirit rice and fulfilled the sect's quota when the time came, naturally nothing could fall on his shoulders. All in all, it was a good thing.
However, before Ye Hao even had the chance to tend to the third mu of spirit field, someone came knocking on his door uninvited. It was none other than Senior Brother Wan Bao, with whom he had interacted previously.
“Junior Brother Ye, are you home?”
Senior Brother Wan Bao's voice drifted in from outside Ye Hao's wooden house.
“Why is he here?”
Ye Hao frowned, then stood up and opened the door.
He ushered the other man inside.
“Senior Brother, please have some tea. May I ask what brings you here this time?”
“Could it be that you want me to cast the Lesser Spirit Rain Technique again?”
Ye Hao poured a pot of tea and offered a teacup to Wan Bao.
“It's not for the Lesser Spirit Rain Technique this time.”
Wan Bao coughed lightly and responded with a hint of embarrassment.
Ye Hao frowned and continued to ask, “Then what has Senior Brother Wan come for?”
“I heard that you recently acquired a third mu of spirit field, Junior Brother.”
“If you can't farm it, could you lease it to me? I'll give you a certain amount of compensation when the time comes.”
Wan Bao had long caught wind of the third mu of spirit field. He originally thought Boss Zhao would seek him out first; after all, in the entire Area B, only a handful of people could possess three mu of spirit fields, and he was the most senior among them.
Now, he also possessed both the Lesser Spirit Rain Technique and the Spirit Rain Technique. Although his proficiency in the Lesser Spirit Rain Technique was far inferior to Ye Hao's before him, he could still guarantee his yield would remain stably above 700 jin. Therefore, even if he tended to another mu of spirit field, he would still make a profit.
Yet to his surprise, Boss Zhao hadn't chosen him in the end, handing the spirit field over to Ye Hao instead. That was why he had hurried over, hoping to obtain this mu of spirit field from Ye Hao's hands.
That way, he would become the only spirit farmer in all of Area B who cultivated four spirit fields.
Not only would he gain more resources, but his prestige would also surpass the other spirit farmers.
“Senior Brother Wan, I'm afraid I cannot agree to this request.”
“I need to cultivate this mu of spirit field myself.”
“Besides, I also promised Boss Zhao that I wouldn't transfer this spirit field to anyone else.”
Upon hearing the request, Ye Hao understood the man's little calculation. He immediately declined politely, even bringing up Boss Zhao.
Hearing this, Wan Bao was still unwilling to give up and asked again, “Junior Brother, I can give you an extra 100 jin of white spirit rice as compensation. I can even pay in full right now.”
“Senior Brother Wan, I still wish to cultivate it myself.”
Ye Hao declined politely once more.
“Forget it, forget it. Since that's the case, I won't force the issue.”
Seeing that Ye Hao refused to budge, Wan Bao said no more, not wishing to offend Ye Hao.
“In that case, I won't disturb your rest any longer, Junior Brother Ye.”
Wan Bao stood up, preparing to leave.
“Take care, Senior Brother Wan. I have one more matter I'd like to ask about.”
Ye Hao hurriedly stopped Wan Bao as he was about to depart.
“Junior Brother Ye, just speak your mind.”
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