As the old man returned to his house, the woman's dishes had been fried, and at the beginning of the final cooking, he cut a few white potatoes into them as food, Daochen looked at a few dishes on the stove, a pot of chicken, a bowl of shredded potatoes, a bowl of beans, a bowl of scrambled eggs with green peppers, and a bowl of green vegetable soup, and did not miss a word, but sighed in his heart, bitter this woman, under the perception of spiritual sense, every move in the village could not escape Daochen's perception, chickens were borrowed, meat was on credit, and even eggs were exchanged, and the last few copper coins in the family were given to the Wang family supervisor before, and the chickens and ducks had already been given gifts。

In order to repay this kindness as much as possible, I put together this table of food, if I stay for a few more days, I am afraid that the village will be eaten... Daochen asked, "Are there bandits or bandits near the village?"

The old man replied: "Engong is really a young hero, and he is bent on eliminating harm in the name, but there are no bandits nearby, and they are all gone."

"Where are you gone? The bandits still move their homes often?"

"Can you not move? If you don't move, they will starve to death. In previous years, the war did not arise, and they still came to fight the autumn wind every few months, and they were able to grab some food, but now, the knife is on our heads, and there is nothing to eat for them, and slowly, the mountain bandits are gone, and they dislike us."

Daochen was speechless... They were so poor that they were disgusted by the mountain bandits. He also said: "It's okay if you don't have it, save me a lot of trouble, so as not to get you food and be robbed by the mountain bandits."

"Where are you getting food?" don't mess around," the old man said worriedly.

Daochen smiled: "It's okay, the old man can rest assured, Xiaosheng has his own measure."

The old man couldn't be persuaded, nodded silently, went to help light the fire, and asked Xiao Xiu'er to wash her face and prepare for dinner.

During the meal, the woman asked for warmth, and she talked about whether there was a object, and Xiao Xiu'er also restored the heavenly array that a child should have in front of Daochen, although the food was not as good as the food in the Lian Xin Sect, but Daochen ate very happily, and felt like eating with his parents.

After dinner, the old man took Daochen to the official fields a kilometer away, these official fields are planted by the surrounding villages, and the town sends people to supervise them.

When Daochen approached Guantian, he didn't see anything special, but when he carefully probed the inside of the rice with his spiritual sense, there was actually a meager aura inside each grain, and the official grain was not ordinary rice! Daochen stretched out his hand to pick one and take a look, but the old man hurriedly stopped him and said, "Engong, I can't help it."

Daochen waved his hand: "It's okay", and then picked a grain and crushed it in his hand, a faint aura then dispersed, Daochen tried to absorb it, and found that it was easy to attract, just like a monk absorbing the aura of the spirit stone, he was curious, and picked a few more for experiments.

The old man was frightened, but his family's life was saved by the young man in front of him, and he couldn't stop it, so he had to look around nervously, fortunately, it was not the busy farming season, and there was no one nearby to supervise him.

Daochen carefully experimented a few times, the aura in the rice is indeed good, but it is very thin, maybe the aura of rice in an acre of land is only the amount of a spirit stone, for the monk, it is not very useful, I want to pick a bunch of them and cook them to eat, and I am worried about causing trouble to the old man, after all, I can't always guard here.

Suddenly remembered that the food in the Heart Cultivation Sect was not only extremely delicious but also had spiritual power, but the spiritual power level was much higher than the rice in front of him, but the source should be similar, but the place where it was planted was different from the people. Could it be that all these official rations in front of him are for the monks to eat? Although the content is very small, for the Qi cultivators, it is also a great help over time.

If this situation is very common, doesn't it mean that ninety percent of the grain fields in the jihadist world are serving the monks? And the so-called state is a tool for the monks to exploit mortals? Then is it not the monks who are responsible for the misery of the peasants? If these ninety percent of the grain fields are converted to ordinary rice, how can mortals have no food to eat if they have ten times more food?

As a monk, Dao Chen's mood is depressed, but he has eaten a lot of food with spiritual energy, and who planted that food? Do they also live the same life as the old man's family? Do they also struggle to survive in the midst of suffering? Isn't it the biggest joke in the jihadist world that a monk claims to be a guardian of the Taoist every day, promotes good and eliminates evil, and goes around helping mortals to benefit the common people? Even if it is necessary to occupy ninety percent of the area for planting?

Daochen scattered the spirit stones, and the crickets within a kilometer could be seen beating clearly, and all the official fields in front of him were planted with this kind of official food, and his heart sank, and he didn't know what to say when he looked at the old man, and sighed: "Old man, I'm optimistic, go back."

The old man agreed, and he was frightened when he stayed here, and led Daochen home.

Daochen found the woman and Xiao Xiu'er to say goodbye one by one, only saying that she would come back in a few days, Xiao Xiu'er was reluctant, crying and pitying, Daochen Fu wiped away his tears for him, and gave a smile in return, asking Xiao Xiu'er to wait for him to bring food back. Xiao Xiu'er nodded, and had to pull the hook before letting go.

Daochen left Xujia Village and walked towards Xinyue Town, not because he didn't want to give Xiao Xiu'er's family some treasures, but because he was innocent, I was afraid that after he left, the wealth he gave would become a life-urging talisman.

Dao Chen looked at the Crescent Moon Town in front of him, the original destination, the Wang family's base camp, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, there are some things that need to be dealt with well.

After entering Xinyue Town, he went to the post station to write a letter, handed it over to the post envoy, and hurried to the capital of Xia Yanguo. Find a place to live, and the next few days are to inquire about the private affairs of the Wang family, although most people dare not say, and it is not accurate, but under the heavy profit, some information is still obtained, but the truth and effectiveness are not guaranteed.

Ten days later, the envoy returned, returned a letter to Daochen, Daochen gave some silver taels as a reward to take the letter and left, the silver taels were exchanged for spirit stones in the trading house, to walk in the opposite world, the most basic currency still has to be prepared.

Returned to the house and opened the letter, which was densely packed with trivial records of the Wang family, and sure enough, it was very simple for the mercenary union to collect this information, whether it was to find a monk to inquire or find a local official to investigate the records, it could be obtained quickly, but it was a matter of saving dust, and compared with the news he got in the past few days, he had some calculations in his heart.

Silently recited: "Brother Yi Fan, I'm going to offend this time~", meditate and rest, and wait for tomorrow to dawn.