Chapter 72 Both Sides Think the Other Is a Good Person

The Prince of Deshun County and Zhou Mu didn't chat for too long, and the Zhou Mu got up and said goodbye.

After Zhou Mu left, the Prince of Deshun looked at Chen Yang immediately, "Teacher, I heard that you are in Chencheng, and you will only give them food if you need people to work."

"If you keep doing this, you won't be afraid that all these people will run away? You must know that when you established your clan, you all made a great oath of clan luck. If the people drop sharply to less than 10%, their grades will be cut. "

Listening to the words of the Prince of Deshun, Chen Yang smiled and said: "Master doesn't know anything, the reason why I do this is to keep the people."

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details." The Duke of Deshun became curious.

"Master, what do you think, if we distribute food for free, and if one day there is no food, what will the people of Chencheng think?"

"They will only think that my Chen family deliberately did not give them food, and the food was used for other things."

"It turns out that you are worried about this." The Prince of Deshun looked relieved, "It's not easy for you to think of this."

"But have you ever thought that if you do this, although they will not resent the Chen family in the future, or they will resent it less."

"But once there is no food, they will leave quickly without any regard for affection."

"I can do this too." Chen Yang revealed a confident smile unconsciously.

"Oh? How are you going to solve it?"

"It's very simple, as long as there is no shortage of food." Chen Yang said.

"Don't lie to your master." The Prince of Deshun thought that Chen Yang was just joking, but looking at Chen Yang's firm eyes, the Prince of Deshun also put away his smile.

"Teacher, do you really have a way to get food?"

Hearing this, Chen Yang knew that the plan was almost half completed, and immediately struck while the iron was hot: "Master, have you ever heard of cinnamon?"

"Cinnamon? Did you find the cinnamon?" Deshun County King's eyes were instantly occupied with joy.

"That's right." Chen Yang nodded.

This cinnamon soil is the scapegoat that the first elder found for Chen Yang. It's really good luck to say that this cinnamon soil is similar to Chen Yang's fertilizer in terms of appearance and function.

No, that can't be said, there are still differences in functionality.

Fertilizers can only help ordinary rice, and cinnamon soil is a treasure used to cultivate spiritual rice and spiritual plants.

As for the formation of cinnamon, it is also somewhat similar to fertilizer, which is fermented from manure and the like. The cinnamon soil is formed by the accumulation of the corpses and blood of monsters.

It is also for this reason that it contains rich spiritual energy, which can act as a spiritual field.

Hearing Chen Yang's admission, various expressions flashed on Deshun County King's face, "Teacher, isn't it too extravagant to use cinnamon soil to grow ordinary rice?"

"Master doesn't know anything. After a long period of observation by our family, we found that a little cinnamon soil can make a rice germinate."

"A few hundred catties of cinnamon soil can produce enough food for the people of Chencheng to eat. And these cinnamon soils can also cultivate about one hundred catties of first-order spiritual rice."

"It might not have been worth it before, but in this situation, it's still worth it."

No one had ever tried it anyway, so Chen Yang started talking nonsense. And it is also recorded in the book that cinnamon soil can really cultivate ordinary plants.

Just how much is needed, no answer is given. At that time, even if someone is experimenting, Chen Yang can automatically match the experimental data here.

Hearing Chen Yang's words, the Duke of Deshun smiled with satisfaction, "Yes, if you can use the treasure reasonably and don't covet its higher value, your Chen family should be prosperous."

"And if you harvest a lot of cinnamon soil, you can also sell it to another family. I believe that they will definitely be willing to buy spiritual stones."

"No no no." Chen Yang shook his head, "Why sell cinnamon soil, I don't have enough for myself, I'll just sell the grain directly."

"I believe it is urgent for them,

They must be willing to dig out spirit stones to buy my food. Just before that, I still need you, Master, to help me stop external pressure. "

"And the spiritual stones I get from selling food can also be distributed to Master 50%."

"You little fox." Deshun County King laughed and scolded: "You don't care about your spiritual stone for the teacher, you can keep it yourself."

"Thank you, Master!" Chen Yang quickly thanked.

Seeing this, the King of Deshun County secretly said: This child is still a child, and this little spirit stone can't hold his ground.

According to the estimates of the King of Deshun, the Chen family will not harvest too much cinnamon. After all, wherever cinnamon can be produced, there will be powerful monsters.

Perhaps the Chens were lucky enough to get some cinnamon soil. But the King of Deshun County dared to guarantee that the Chen family would never dare to go there again.

Of course, Chen Yang's filial piety still satisfied the Duke of Deshun, even though there were fewer spiritual stones.

Chen Yang also deeply felt the atmosphere of the King of Deshun County.

Immediately, both of them smiled with satisfaction.

After asking the Prince of Deshun about cultivation, Chen Yang returned to the inn and waited for the selection of the demon slayer.

The sunset and the moon rose, and in the blink of an eye, five days passed. And the selection of the demon slayer officially started on the sixth day.

After sending Chen Xiao and others to the assessment site, Chen Yang waited outside for the final result.

According to the rules of the Demon Slaying Hall, the selection must be carried out in secret to prevent outsiders from disturbing the examiners.

About a day later, the assessment was just over. Seeing Chen Xiao and others were a little lost, Chen Yang felt a little stunned.

It's bad, maybe none of them passed.

"How, has anyone passed the assessment?" Chen Yang asked quickly.

"Seventh brother, I passed." Chen Xiao said a little dejected.

Seeing this, Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it would be fine if the entire army was not wiped out. It's just that Chen Yang is very puzzled. Chen Xiao didn't pass the assessment, why is he so downcast.

"Old ten, what's wrong with you, you didn't pass the assessment, why are you so lost?"

Listening to Chen Yang's words, Chen Xiao slowly raised his head with a bitter smile on his face, "Seventh brother, do you think we can only show off in Chencheng?"

"Why do you say that?" Chen Yang asked.

Chen Xiao took a deep breath, and then said: "Today I saw a lot of children of noble families, each of them is very strong, I tried my best to pass the test, and they passed in three or two."

"If it is eighth-rank seven-rank, it doesn't matter. After all, they are of high rank and have a lot of resources. But most of the disciples of the ninth-rank family are stronger than us."

"So that's what happened." Chen Yang smiled and patted Chen Xiao's shoulder, "After all, our Chen family was established not long ago, so naturally we can't compare with those old-fashioned families."

"But you don't have to be discouraged. It won't be long before I swear that those geniuses that you need to look up to will be surpassed by you."

"Is there really such a day?" Chen Xiao didn't believe it.

"Yes." Chen Yang's eyes flashed with a look called firmness.