Fang Hao fell asleep in the middle of the night that night, but the next morning, before the sun came out, he began to practice.

At that time, Hong Zhidu had not yet gotten up.

After Hong Zhi got up, he saw that Fang Hao didn't know how long he had been practicing, and he had a deeper understanding of his diligence, and at the same time felt a little ashamed.

——People with such high talent practice so hard, and he himself is not very talented, and he has no resources, but he still gets up so late, it is simply a waste of time.

In fact, when he got up, the sun didn't come out, but it was just a little later than Fang Hao.

Usually he would practice until midnight, but he wouldn't get to the middle of the night like last night.

Before this, he thought that he was practicing very hard, and it wasn't until he met Fang Hao that he knew that he was still too lazy.

He didn't go to practice, but first took the jade talisman representing Fang Hao's identity, and went to the Yudu Mansion under the Yudu Peak to manage this class of outer disciples, and received Fang Hao's thirty catties of spiritual rice and a pill to improve his cultivation this month.

When he came back, he began to cook there.

This is also a thing that a handyman should do.

Although this would delay his own cultivation, for the sake of those thousand sect points, he felt that it was still worth it.

What he gains must lose, he can only choose the path that suits him best.

When Fang Hao saw him cooking, he also stopped practicing, took out more than a dozen catties of venison from the storage ring, and said to him, "You stew this too." ”

Afraid that others would covet him, Fang Hao's storage ring was not worn on his hand, but in his personal pocket, Hong Zhi didn't see his storage ring, and when he saw that he had made more than a dozen catties of fresh meat, he couldn't help but be taken aback, I don't know where this came from.

Fang Hao didn't explain to him, he didn't ask, he just took the meat cut into pieces and began to stew.

By the time the meals were ready, Fang Hao had already finished practicing.

In his previous life, Fang Hao had eaten all kinds of spiritual rice produced by the Five Great Gate Sects, and knew that it was indeed of great benefit to those who practiced martial arts, which could replenish vitality, remove the dregs in the body, and make the physical body more pure and more suitable for practice.

However, spiritual rice can only be produced if it is planted in the spiritual field, and it must have a certain amount of spiritual energy, which also makes its price very expensive.

Moreover, the quality of the rice has a great relationship with the intensity of the aura, which also affects their price.

The yield of this kind of spiritual rice is very low, one acre of land is about two hundred catties at most, and it is very troublesome to take care of, there can not be a weed in it, and it needs to be watered every day, otherwise there will be no harvest.

Moreover, a piece of land can only be planted once every three years, so as to ensure that there are enough nutrients for those spiritual rice to absorb.

There are tens of thousands of miscellaneous servants in the Sword Washing Gate, most of whom are cultivating spiritual fields.

Basically, it is very difficult to buy spiritual rice in the outside world, and only disciples of the sect can enjoy it, and it is not unlimited.

Generally, only inner disciples have such benefits, and there will be a limit on the number of them every month.

Thirty catties of spiritual rice a month is actually not enough to eat.

If it was according to Fang Hao's speed of absorbing energy, it would take about two days to be able to eat these thirty catties of spiritual rice cleanly.

There is no way to grow spiritual rice in the secular world, and a small amount of spiritual rice flows out of the secular world, and the price is incredibly high.

Even if it is a family item like Dugu Lie, he doesn't have the financial resources to eat spiritual rice every day.

In Fang Hao's last memory, that is, a very grand day, or a very valuable guest came over, Dugu Lie would take out the spirit rice to entertain the guests.

A pound of spiritual rice is worth thousands of gold coins in the secular world, and its price has far exceeded its role, and it is more of a status symbol.

There is not such a high price within the five major sects, but a sect contribution point can only be exchanged for two catties of spiritual rice.

However, there is also a limit on the amount of exchange - a miscellaneous disciple cannot exceed 30 catties a month, an outer disciple cannot exceed 60 catties a month, and an inner disciple cannot exceed 100 catties a month.

There was some spiritual rice that flowed out of the secular world, which was eaten by those disciples and then sold at a high price.

Therefore, the price outside is several times to more than ten times higher than the price inside the sect.

Hong Zhi's meal is not a meal, but a porridge.

Thirty catties of spiritual rice a month, one catty a day, a meal is a few taels, made into a meal, two people can't eat half a bowl, can only boil porridge.

Hong Zhi was also able to eat such a spiritual rice porridge with Fang Hao's light, but he always had some apprehension in his heart when he ate it, and he didn't know if Fang Hao would dislike him for eating too much.

Fortunately, Fang Hao didn't care about such a thing, so he was reassured.

However, Fang Hao also put forward his opinion: "I don't like to drink porridge, so there is no way to practice, you should make rice in the future." ”

"But ......," Hong Zhi said with some embarrassment, "There are only thirty catties of rice, and if you eat it for a month, you can't do it without boiling porridge." ”

"Then exchange some more spiritual rice. Fang Hao said, "You can exchange thirty catties, I will exchange sixty catties, plus the thirty catties received every month, a total of one hundred and twenty catties, and it is almost enough for two people to eat." ”

"Eh......" Hong Zhi said even more embarrassedly, "Master, the villain doesn't have so many sect contribution points to exchange." ”

It's really embarrassing.

His biggest dilemma now is that he has no resources, otherwise he would not have bent over into slavery.

Now he only has three sect contribution points, and he can only exchange six catties of spiritual rice when he can exchange them.

Fang Hao was stunned for a moment, thinking about Hong Zhi, as a person who was still relatively qualified, he didn't hesitate, took out a stack of golden tickets from his pocket, counted 200,000 golden tickets to him, and said:

"You work very hard, this is the reward I give you, you can take it and contribute points to the sect. ”

Hong Zhi was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly said: "Master, how embarrassing is this, I will do miscellaneous work for the master, and the sect will contribute to my sect, and there is no need for the master to pay for it." ”

That was what he said, but he couldn't take his eyes off the golden tickets as he stared at them.

Although he knew that he was very unreserved, his situation no longer allowed him to be reserved.

They are all slaves, what do you want to do with those reserves?

Isn't it just to obtain more cultivation resources and strive to enter the innate realm as soon as possible?

"The sect is the sect, mine is mine, don't mix it up, you just take it. Fang Hao said.

Hong Zhi took the stack of golden tickets, and said to Fang Hao very excitedly: "Master, it is my greatest honor to be able to serve you!