Chapter 647 Deacon Gathering!

"May I have your name?"

Zhu Ming took out a ledger from his storage bag and asked the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged Ling Zhifu immediately replied respectfully: "Master Deacon, junior Qin Jianhua!"

"Okay, Qin Jianhua, six thousand five hundred kilograms of first-grade high-grade spiritual rice!"

Zhu Ming nodded and recorded the person's name and harvest amount in the account book.

Then he looked up at Qin Jianhua and asked: "According to the regulations of Immortal City, you can keep 20% of all harvests, and the remaining 80% will be handed over to Immortal City. Are you going to keep these two thousand six hundred kilograms of spiritual rice for yourself now?" Keep it, or sell it to Fairy City?"

According to the regulations of Cangshan Immortal City, the spirit planters responsible for planting the first-level spiritual rice can keep 20% for themselves, and the remaining 80% is handed over to the Immortal City.

This is both a reward and a reward for Ling Zhifu.

After all, it is impossible for someone to grow spiritual rice for a force for free. They either provide a monthly salary, or let the spiritual planter keep a portion of the spiritual rice in proportion. Only in this way can people feel at ease as a spiritual planter.

Cangshan Fairy City can leave 20% to Ling Zhifu, which is considered very conscientious.

And this is only half a year's harvest, which means that they, spiritual planters, can harvest twice a year.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Lingzhi named Qin Jianhua immediately replied: "Reporting to the deacon, I am willing to sell it to Xiancheng!"

Qin Jianhua thought very clearly. When he stayed in this spiritual plant garden, the spiritual rice he consumed every day was provided by the fairy city. He did not need to spend an extra spiritual stone. In this case, his share of spiritual rice was naturally It would be better to sell it to Fairy City.

This is also the reason why each of these spiritual husbands’ faces are beaming with joy!

Because the harvest of spiritual rice represents their income!

Zhu Ming nodded without surprise and said directly: "Well, you also know the price. It is slightly lower than the market price. It is calculated as one spiritual stone per kilogram. This is one thousand three hundred spiritual stones. Count them!"

After that, Zhu Ming took out 13 medium-grade spiritual stones from his storage bag and threw them to Qin Jianhua.

Originally, the market price of first-grade high-grade spiritual rice was about twenty broken spirits per spiritual stone, but it was impossible for Xiancheng to harvest it by itself and calculate it according to the market price, so it was all counted as one spiritual stone per kilogram. Qin Jianhua and others had already known this.

Qin Jianhua naturally had no objection to this. He happily took the spirit stone and put it into his storage bag without hesitation. Then he thanked Zhu Ming and said, "The spirit stone is of course correct. Thank you very much, deacon." grown ups!"

There are only a dozen pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones. Immortal cultivators like them can see the specific number at a glance, so Qin Jianhua will naturally not count them carefully in front of Zhu Ming, so as not to offend the deacon.

Zhu Mingze nodded lightly and said, "Okay, let's go down, next one!"

After Qin Jianhua stepped back, he waved his hand and put all the spiritual rice on the copper scale directly into the storage bag, and motioned for the next spiritual farmer to pick it up.

The other Ling Zhifu were enthusiastic, but they did not dare to rush for it, so they lined up one by one in order to weigh the Ling rice, and then received their own share of the harvest.

Wei Hong watched for a while and then asked Zhu Ming: "Fellow Daoist Zhu, why are you here this time instead of Fellow Daoist He before?"

While Zhu Ming was in charge of the weighing, he took the time to say to Wei Hong: "Fellow Daoist He has gone elsewhere, and Zhu will be in charge this time."

"So that's it!" Wei Hong nodded, and suddenly asked with a little interest: "Fellow Daoist Zhu, how can Xiancheng be so kind and leave 20% of spiritual rice to these spiritual cultivators?"

Zhu Ming thought for a while and then replied: "Actually, 20% is indeed more than elsewhere, but our fairy city has always been known for its kindness. This is also to recruit more spiritual planters!"

"Haha, half a year's harvest yields more than a thousand spiritual stones, and after one year, it will be about two to three thousand. It makes Wei a little excited!"

Wei Hong chuckled, but there was no dissatisfaction in his words.

Zhu Ming naturally heard the meaning of Wei Hong's joke. He also shook his head and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Wei is joking. These spirit planters are doing hard work. As a foundation-building monk, how can you use one or two thousand spirit cultivators like this?" The stone is in my eyes.”

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Wei will also get a commission from the spiritual rice collected later, and Fellow Daoist Zhu will be treated as such later!"

"When Fellow Daoist He came over last time, Fellow Daoist Wei should also have gotten it, right?"

Wei Hong is in charge of this place, and according to regulations, he naturally needs to be given a share of the commission.

"Haha, don't be in a hurry!" Wei Hong waved his hand nonchalantly, and then said with a smile: "Of course I've got it, Wei will thank Daoist Zhu first!"

Zhu Ming said: "Hey, this is the rule of the fairy city, you don't have to thank me, Fellow Daoist Wei!"

With just this sentence, Wei Hong suddenly fell in love with Zhu Ming.

The two of them started chatting with each other, and both of them wanted to make friends.

From the conversation, Zhu Ming learned that Wei Hong had actually just broken through the foundation period for a year, so he asked: "Since Wei Hong has just broken through not long ago, why did he choose to come here to take charge?"

"Haha, Wei is well aware that his own strength is low, so it is better to choose a less dangerous task such as taking charge of the Lingzhi Garden." Wei Hong replied with a hint of truth.

Zhu Ming showed an expression of deep approval and said: "Yes, Fellow Daoist Wei's choice is indeed safe. Zhu has a similar idea, haha, it seems that we are in agreement!"

For a time, the two of them became more and more excited as they talked.

At this time, Zhu Ming asked again: "Fellow Daoist Wei, since you have just broken through not long ago, I wonder if you have already attended our deacons' gathering?"

"Deacons' gathering? Wei has never heard of this!"

Wei Hong suddenly looked stunned.

He really had never heard of any deacons' gathering.

When Zhu Ming saw this, he immediately explained: "That's the case. We, the outer sect deacons who joined Cangshan Immortal City, hold a gathering every month, and the attendees are basically all foundation-building deacons who have been promoted from casual cultivators. Therefore, it is also called the Outer Sect Deacons’ Gathering, haven’t you heard of it, Fellow Daoist Wei?”

"No, no one has ever mentioned it to me!" Wei Hong shook his head.

Although he had never heard of it, he could imagine that as long as he participated in this so-called deacons' gathering, it would be of great help to him.

"Haha, maybe it's because Fellow Daoist Wei just broke through and came here to take charge as soon as he joined Immortal City, so he didn't know about this!"

Zhu Ming laughed heartily, and then said: "It's okay, Zhu can bring Fellow Daoist Wei to participate. As long as he participates once, Fellow Daoist Wei can go by himself in the future!"

Zhu Ming is a warm-hearted person. When he heard that Wei Hong didn't know about the deacons' gathering, he immediately wanted to invite Wei Hong to join him. He obviously recognized Wei Hong as his new Taoist friend.

Wei Hong's face was overjoyed and he immediately thanked:

"Haha, Wei, thank you Daoist Zhu very much!!"