The world of cultivating immortals does not raise second-rate goods

Seeing that the old woman was locked up, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

A man dressed as a hunter pointed at the old woman and said, "Her son is the one who bought a spiritual deed from a monk and then planted it for us."

You deserve this fate... Si Li asked curiously: "Why did you allow yourself to be implanted into a spiritual contract?"

As far as she knows, the seeding contract requires a drop of blood from the person being planted, so it will accompany them throughout their lives.

"The original surname of the village is Wu, and most of us are surnamed Wu. We make a living by farming, and occasionally plant spiritual plants for Wuhutang. The person in contact with Wuhutang is the village chief Wu Lao.

We have a village chief and an elder. There are five elders in total who are responsible for all matters in the village. We were living peacefully at first.

Then Mrs. Li came over. "

Orion pointed at the old woman in the six-staff light prison.

"Old lady Li said that the village chief and elders took most of the land and income, which was unfair to us. The village chief was indeed a bit overbearing at the time..."

Later, the overbearing village chief was killed, and the five elders fled with their families.

In the autumn of that year, the food harvest failed.

Some people went to other places to escape famine, some starved to death, and some borrowed Mrs. Li's food on the condition that their descendants would plant the food.

Mrs. Li and her son have been in the village for ten years. They calculated it privately and found that the days after Mrs. Li came were not as good as before.

In the past, a family of five could earn a hundred and eighty taels a year by growing grain and trading it with herdsmen for beef and mutton.

But now, I can only earn 33 taels.

Although they drove away the overbearing village chief and elders, their lives became even harder.

In order to appease them, Li Dalang, the son of Mrs. Li, said that the villagers could be recommended to go to Wuhu Hall to practice immortality. The immortal cultivators would be able to get rid of the shackles of the spiritual contract and transcend classes.

But they don't need to become immortals to transcend class. They just want to live a life of poverty and happiness.

Men farmed, women weaved, children played, and the whole family had fun together.

However, cultivating immortality is still very tempting.

There are indeed one or two people selected by Wuhu Hall, who are said to be the best.

But life is harder than farming before. In the past, they grew spiritual plants and sold them to Wuhutang. Now the so-called leaders also grow spiritual plants in Wuhutang.

The fields of the same size were taken care of by three people when Mr. Wu was around, and everyone was relaxed.

However, the leader was responsible for the work of the three people before him, and within a month he lost weight and lost his appearance.

Si Li sneered inwardly: You are indeed a leader, one person can do the work of three people.

Now when other villages heard about the Stone Man, they all ran away. They were afraid but could only be driven by Old Lady Li, and they had to recite words of gratitude to Old Lady Li every day.

For example, Mrs. Li is my biological mother, and she treats me better than my biological mother.

Why did Mrs. Li's son get into an accident?
It turns out that during this period of time, stone men appeared, and everyone was very scared and did not dare to go out. Li Dalang insisted on eating eggs, and they had to be eggs laid by free-range chickens.

So Li Dalang asked his most annoying little aconite to search the mountains for eggs laid by free-range chickens.

And it was midnight.

Little Wutou was very scared, but he was also afraid of being killed by Li Dalang, so he had no choice but to find an egg.

Li Dalang ordered people to boil the eggs. After eating, they quickly turned into mummies. Then he went to look for the little aconite, but there was no trace of the little aconite.

After listening to the villagers' narration, Si Li said: "You all should leave. All the property of Mrs. Li's family belongs to Wu Lao. You should divide the things and run for your lives."

Hearing this, everyone was pleasantly surprised.

"Let's all go. If you are in danger, come and call me. You'd better leave today."

Everyone said thank you and immediately made a meal.

Not long after, there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

After everyone left, Mrs. Li gave her a vicious look and sneered: "Do you think those people are any good people? Do you think Mr. Wu is any good people!"

"Since you can rob others, others can rob you." Si Li didn't care. "You idiot, if I hadn't given them a chance, they would never have been able to cultivate themselves into immortals and get rid of the title of peasant. According to my idea, sooner or later, we peasants will not be bullied by monks!"

Si Li rolled his eyes.

Cultivation?

Get rid of the title of farmer?

Not bullied by monks?

It's so shameless. Hypocritical people always like to use the name of saving the common people?

Thinking that they have made such a small contribution, they feel that they can step on others and dominate others.

No, it's not that she's being domineering, it's that the bad things are done by the people around her. She has good intentions, but it's others who intentionally do bad things!

First of all, humans are social animals. In this case, even if all the people are cultivating immortality, they will be divided into one, two, and three. This cannot be broken.

So Mrs. Li’s predecessor, Mr. Wu, although he was domineering and had a lot of money, he also gave a lot to other people.

It’s not like Mrs. Li, who is obviously domineering and refuses to share the money. She also says that the villagers are not good people and do not deserve good things.

At the same time, in order to prevent the leaders in the village from seeing what she meant, she deliberately suppressed the leaders and agreed to let the leaders cultivate immortality. In fact, she changed the place to farm.

Then some villagers will feel that the leader is nothing more than this and has nothing to envy.

It's really funny.

In most fairy sects, it is a general rule that outstanding people get higher resources than mediocre people.

Instead of deliberately suppressing the outstanding in order to satisfy the mediocre.

The correct approach is to increase the income of the mediocre, rather than letting the excellent be as miserable as the mediocre, and take care of the sensitive hearts of the mediocre.

Otherwise, once this kind of shameful behavior is passed on, the order will soon collapse.

Excellent people are insecure, and they will inevitably run to places that can provide them with security.

But Mrs. Li has another way - tell the villagers that these leaders are bad people with despicable conduct, and let the villagers scold the leaders.

You don’t respect objective laws and think you are some kind of savior. How shameless!

Si Li waited in the ancestral hall for a day and a night. The next day, a farmer came over and said that everyone had left, and the things in Mrs. Li's house were enough to keep them alive for ten years.

"Then you should leave quickly, there is danger here."

The farmer left with his donkey cart.

Old Mrs. Li in the light prison burst into laughter until she burst into tears, pointing at Si Li and mocking her.

"Do you think you can save them? I'm just saying goodbye to you alone..."

"When I was here, they praised my reputation every day and wished they could recognize me as their biological mother."

"It's just you, you're such an idiot - ah!"

Si Li dusted her fingers and looked at Old Mrs. Li with a broken neck on the ground with a sneer.

"Since you like to be admired and praised so much, then you can just lie here and be a mummy."

"I hope you won't be bitten by wild dogs before your grateful one comes."

With that said, Si Li lifted up the white cloth and found a meteorite in the esophagus of Mrs. Li's son.

There was something sticky and sticky around the meteorite, which was very disgusting. It must have been eggs that had not had time to digest.

Si Li shook it gently, and the meteorite was instantly clean. When he turned the meteorite, there was a simple drawing on it.

A man is kneeling on the ground, with his head in the shape of a field.

ghost!
The ghost place in Zhuque Qisu?
Si Li put it together with the other two pieces. The three meteorites were immediately arranged according to the positions of Qisu, and the light reflected each other.

It looks like a real Suzaku.