Having looked into it during his free time, he also knew that for spirit farmers who had just started growing white spirit rice, their first harvest generally would not exceed three hundred jin.
Only by reaching the Third Layer of Qi Refinement, or spending spirit stones to learn the Spirit Rain Technique, could one achieve such a yield.
Only after learning the Spirit Rain Technique would the harvest stabilize.
Because even at beginner proficiency, the Spirit Rain Technique could increase the harvest by ten percent.
As long as a spirit farmer put in a little effort, combined with the boost from the Spirit Rain Technique, meeting the minimum requirement was easily achievable.
For someone like Ye Hao, who was growing white spirit rice for the very first time and had not even used the Spirit Rain Technique, to achieve such a yield seemed unprecedented.
At least, from what Ye Yu had inquired, there was no record of such a thing.
“Four hundred and fifteen jin of white spirit rice. Deducting the task quota of 350 jin, you have 65 jin left. Do you choose to take it with you, or sell it to the sect?”
The middle-aged man looked up at Ye Hao and asked.
“Senior Brother, I choose to take it.”
Ye Hao said with cupped hands.
Not to mention, Boss Zhao still needed ten jin of white spirit rice.
He also needed white spirit rice for his daily cultivation.
After all, he had to break through to the Sixth Layer of Qi Refinement before turning fifty.
If he failed, he would be stuck as a handyman disciple for the rest of his life.
“All right, here is your 65 jin of white spirit rice.”
The middle-aged man nodded. He brushed his hand lightly across the storage bag at his waist, and an empty sack appeared in his grip. He quickly packed the surplus 65 jin of white spirit rice into the sack and handed it to Ye Hao.
“Thank you, Senior Brother.”
Ye Hao took the white spirit rice, but his gaze lingered on the storage bag at the man’s waist for a few moments.
This little detail naturally could not escape the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man looked at Ye Hao with a smile and teased, “My storage bag is of the lowest grade. Its price in the sect is twelve low-grade spirit stones.
“Down at the market at the foot of the mountain, people occasionally sell discarded second-hand storage bags. You can get one for about ten low-grade spirit stones, though that depends on luck.”
“Senior Brother, I shall take my leave first.”
Upon hearing that even a second-hand storage bag required ten low-grade spirit stones, an awkward expression could not help but appear on Ye Hao’s face, and he hastily cupped his hands to take his leave.
The sect provided no subsidies whatsoever to handyman disciples.
Especially for spirit farmers, obtaining cultivation resources relied entirely on the surplus yield from their spirit fields.
For the white spirit rice he grew, the sect’s buyback price was one spirit stone for thirty jin.
This price could be considered quite fair.
In other words, the 65 jin of white spirit rice in Ye Hao’s hands was worth barely two spirit stones.
Ten jin of that still had to be paid out as tribute to Boss Zhao.
Furthermore, white spirit rice yielded two seasons a year.
Based on Ye Hao’s current income, that amounted to a mere four spirit stones.
If he wanted to buy a brand-new, low-grade storage bag, he would have to go without food and drink for three full years.
Seeing Ye Hao leave without hesitation, the middle-aged man also smiled and could not help calling out, “Junior Brother, with your current yields, it won’t be long before you can afford a storage bag.”
“Then may it be as Senior Brother says.”
Ye Hao said helplessly.
Afterward, he left alongside Ye Yu.
Handyman disciples like them did not have their own exclusive courtyards; they lived in rows of connected wooden huts.
Hailing from the same village, Ye Hao and Ye Yu had chosen adjacent wooden huts.
“Ye Yu, we’re having white spirit rice tonight.”
Ye Hao looked at Ye Yu pushing the wooden cart beside him and said with a smile.
Ye Yu had helped him quite a lot today.
Otherwise, doing it all by himself would have taken considerably more effort.
“Sounds good!”
Ye Yu naturally did not stand on ceremony and nodded repeatedly.
He then followed Ye Hao into his hut.
Before long, a faint, delicate fragrance wafted from the pot.
One could even distinguish the unique scent of white spirit rice.
“Delicious! Truly worthy of being food for immortals.”
Ye Yu could not help praising as he ate.
Although he had already become an immortal cultivator, he still could not quite think of himself as an immortal.
“It really is good.”
Ye Hao nodded with a smile.
Finishing this bowl of white spirit rice was equivalent to an entire day of his usual cultivation.
Unfortunately, cultivators also had hearty appetites.
A single meal required at least one jin.
At three meals a day, these 55 jin of white spirit rice would only last Ye Hao a little over half a month.
Stuffed full, Ye Yu rubbed his belly and reclined leisurely in his chair.
After a long while, he looked at Ye Hao and smiled. “Once my white spirit rice is ripe, I’ll treat you.”
“The minimum quota for the task is 350 jin of white spirit rice. Are you sure you can meet it this time?”
Hearing his words, Ye Hao could not help furrowing his brows and asking in concern.
They came from the same village and had grown up together as childhood playmates.
Naturally, he cared about him a bit more.
“Don’t worry, I still have spirit stones my dad gave me. Even if it’s not enough, I can just buy some when the time comes.”
Ye Yu said with complete nonchalance.
This time, it was Ye Hao’s turn to be astonished.
He stared at him in utter disbelief. “You actually have spirit stones?”
“My grandfather was a cultivator who was once a spirit farmer in Baiyun Sect as well. It’s just that after reaching a certain age limit without breaking through to the Sixth Layer of Qi Refinement, he voluntarily left Baiyun Sect.
“The spirit stones on me were given to me by my grandfather.”
Ye Yu replied.
Ye Hao could not resist coughing and asking, “Ahem, you wouldn’t happen to have technique inheritances besides spirit stones, would you?”
“Besides the spirit stones, there’s also a token my grandfather gave me. It still has sect contribution points that can be exchanged for basic techniques.”
Ye Yu had never thought of hiding anything from Ye Hao, laying bare all his secrets.
Hearing this, Ye Hao could not help smiling wryly.
He had originally felt somewhat smug about harvesting 415 jin of white spirit rice from one mu.
Now he learned that Ye Yu, who hailed from the very same village, actually possessed spirit stones and even sect contribution points left behind by his grandfather, ready to be exchanged for basic techniques at any time.
And once Ye Yu mastered the basic techniques he exchanged for, he would probably surpass him in no time.
Consequently, the faint sense of superiority Ye Hao had felt earlier vanished without a trace in that instant.
Seeing Ye Hao remain silent for so long, Ye Yu could not help asking again, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“It’s nothing. But you must never tell anyone else about having sect contribution points and spirit stones.
“Otherwise, I’m afraid they might target you.
“After all, your realm is too low right now. Possessing so many contribution points and spirit stones makes you no different from a fat sheep waiting for slaughter.”
After calming his emotions, Ye Hao finally looked at Ye Yu and gave this earnest warning.
“I know that. I won’t say a word to anyone else.”
Ye Yu was not stupid.
It was only because he and Ye Hao had grown up together from childhood that he trusted Ye Hao so much.
Otherwise, how could he possibly have revealed his secrets so easily?
After chatting a bit more, Ye Yu finally took his leave.
After tidying up briefly, Ye Hao lay down on his bed as well.
【Today’s harvest: 415 jin of white spirit rice.】
【Tenfold yield settlement.】
【Congratulations, you have obtained 4,150 jin of white spirit rice, deposited into the system space.】
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