There are too many girls, which greatly delays my cultivation of immortality.

Xiaodongping.

Beside the Little Bit Pool, two graceful figures were squatting on the stone slab washing clothes.

Bao Meifeng finished cleaning the last piece of clothing and threw it into the wooden basin. She looked at Liu Yifei and sighed: "I've finished washing them all, and you only washed two pieces. I don't think men think like this, right? I've lost my soul." Like a child."

Liu Yifei suddenly woke up from a dream and smiled sheepishly: "Sister Meifeng, you can go back first after you finish washing. I will wash slowly."

Bao Meifeng picked up the wooden basin and said: "Then I'll go first, be careful and don't fall into the water. It's so cold outside, finish washing early and go back to lie in bed and think about it, hee hee..."

Liu Yifei lowered her head, while continuing to wash her clothes, she frowned and sighed softly: "Husband, when will you come back? It's almost the New Year!"

After several months of dedicated practice, Liu Yifei's cultivation has entered the late stage of Qi refining. Although it was the twelfth lunar month, she didn't feel cold, and she only wore a thin long skirt.

As time went by, her thoughts about Ye Qingchen gradually became mixed with a trace of worry. But now, she could do nothing but wait.

"Yifei, Yifei!" Bao Meifeng left and came back again, looking in a hurry.

Liu Yifei stood up and asked, "Why are you back again?"

Bao Meifeng said breathlessly: "A carriage came on the road outside the village. It was very luxurious. Could it be that your man is back?"

"What?" Liu Yifei ran towards the entrance of the village without saying a word.

Bao Meifeng looked at her wind-like figure and said with envy: "It's great to have a man!"

Liu Yifei ran all the way to the open area at the entrance of the village, and sure enough she saw a carriage slowly crossing the stone bridge and driving into the village.

She smiled happily and smoothed her hair on her temples.

Many people working in the fields stopped and looked eagerly.

Xiaodongping is located in a remote area and has been poor for many years, so few carriages come. However, since Ye Qingchen arrived, the situation has been completely different.

Everyone speculated that Mr. Ye should be back.

The carriage stopped by a wheat field, the curtain was opened, and a handsome man in his twenties came out.

He was dressed in purple and red luxurious brocade clothes, with a golden crown on his head and a jade belt around his waist. He looked like a young master from a wealthy family.

"Not your husband!" Liu Yifei's expression suddenly darkened, and she turned around in disappointment.

The young man squatted down, reached out and picked up a handful of soil in the field, rubbed it on his fingertips, put it to his nose and smelled it, and nodded with satisfaction.

He raised his hand and waved, and all the wheat seedlings on the ground were uprooted and fluttered in the air.

Wang Zhigui, who was weeding on the edge of the field, immediately changed his expression when he saw this man's strange behavior.

Although it can be seen that the other party is a powerful character, a field of wheat seedlings was destroyed, and his heart was bleeding with pain.

He said angrily: "You are so unreasonable, why did you pull up my field of wheat seedlings?"

The young man smiled slightly: "So this field belongs to you?"

Wang Zhigui raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course it's mine, is it yours?"

The young man bowed and said politely: "I am very polite, Chang Qingjie!"

"There is no reason. You destroyed my wheat seedlings. What other reason is there? You have to compensate me!" Wang Zhigui said angrily.

Chang Qingjie took out a silver ingot and said, "Fifty taels of silver, is it enough?"

Wang Zhigui's eyes shone brightly, and he suddenly smiled. He stepped forward to take the silver, put it in his mouth, bit it, and said happily: "That's enough, that's enough!"

If this field of wheat is carefully managed and the weather is good, it will be worth only five or six hundred copper coins at most until there is a bumper harvest in May or June next year.

Seeing that Wang Zhigui had made a big deal, everyone working around gathered around to watch the fun. Everyone was envious of Wang Zhigui, and they only wished that it was not their own wheat seedlings that were destroyed.

Chang Qingjie took out another cloth bag from the carriage and said: "This is a bag of Yiyuan grass seeds. Come and help me plant this in this field. After one year, when the Yiyuan grass matures, I will come and harvest it myself." When the time comes, I’ll give you another five taels!”

The villagers present were stunned.

Although Wang Zhigui was surprised, he still couldn't believe it and asked: "Oh, is there such a good thing? This field can earn ten taels a year?"

Chang Qingjie looked at the other villagers and said: "Folks, if you are willing to help me plant herbs, you will be treated the same. Ten taels of silver per mu of land. Five taels will be paid in advance today, and another five taels will be paid after the harvest."

"I am willing!"

"I am willing!"

"I do too!"

The villagers present expressed their opinions that this price was astronomical to them.

Wang Zhigui smiled flatteringly and said: "Mr. Chang, our village has a lot of land. If you want a lot of herbs, I can ask the villagers to help you plant them. By the way, my name is Wang Zhigui."

Chang Qingjie smiled and nodded: "Okay, how about Uncle Wang call all the villagers together, and I can tell everyone about it?"

Wang Zhigui bowed and said, "No problem. Master Chang, come to my house to rest and drink some water. I will call all the villagers."

The villagers present gathered around Chang Qingjie and walked towards Wang Zhigui's house.

When he arrived at home, Wang Zhigui hurriedly asked his family to come out to entertain the guests, while he went door-to-door to notify villagers to come to "receive welfare."

When I arrived at Yezhai, I saw Liu Yifei and Guan Xiaotong hanging clothes.

"Yifei, don't wait, come to my house quickly, something great will happen!" Wang Zhigui said eagerly.

"Uncle Wang, what's the big deal?"

"A God of Wealth came to the village, Master Chang Qingjie. He asked us to help him grow medicinal herbs. We can earn ten taels of silver per acre of land a year. Do you think this is a great thing?"

"One acre of land, ten taels?" Liu Yifei said in disbelief, "How is this possible?"

Wang Zhigui smiled proudly: "How is it impossible? I have already collected five taels. Believe it or not, Uncle Wang brought the news anyway. If you don't go, don't regret it afterwards!"

After Wang Zhigui finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards Liu Dahong's house.

"One acre of land, ten taels of silver a year, then our village will all make a fortune?" Guan Xiaotong said with wide eyes.

Liu Yifei said: "This is so abnormal, I always feel something is wrong."

Guan Xiaotong said: "No matter what, let's go and take a look first before talking!"

After they finished drying their clothes, they left home and headed towards Wang Zhigui's house.

In the distance, a commotion of voices could be heard.

Liu Yifei quickened her pace and came to the courtyard gate. She looked up and saw dozens of people already in the Wang family's courtyard. There was a lot of discussion and everyone was smiling.

When she saw Chang Qingjie leisurely drinking tea in front of the main house, Liu Yifei suddenly frowned.

When she saw this person at the entrance of the village before, she didn't pay attention because he was far away. Now that she was getting closer, she discovered that Mr. Chang was actually a spiritual monk who had reached the middle stage of foundation building.

At this time, Chang Qingjie was also shocked, put down his tea cup and stood up.

He looked at Liu Yifei solemnly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.