Let's debut, fairy!

Chapter 111 Using someone else's venue to hire your own employees

The courtyard of Su Xintang was becoming increasingly lively.

Within just half an hour, including Hong Shuang and Zhong Ping, a total of six people came to the door.

People arrived too quickly and in too many groups, and Su Xintang felt that they couldn't continue chatting like this.

So she hung a sign that read "No Visitors Allowed" at the entrance, then left the courtyard and slipped into the Meng residence through the back door.

However, instead of going to find Yu Xuanchen, she went directly to Meng Bai's study.

Meng Bai forbids other members of the Meng family from approaching his study, so no one will disturb him here.

Meng Bai was also receiving guests in the front hall at that time.

Xiao Yu and Yu Changluo came to him one after the other, each handing him a long list, hoping he could add the people on the list to the "Hundred Heroes List," preferably to the top.

Incidentally, Xiao Yu also hoped that Meng Bai would remove her name from second place on the "Hundred Heroes List" and put it somewhere in the thirties or forties for now.

In short, these Tianlings each had their own ideas and thoughts.

With so many parties involved, it's impossible to know how things will turn out.

After dealing with these matters, Meng Bai also declined to receive any guests today.

When he returned to his study in the backyard, he saw Su Xintang relaxing inside. He laughed and asked, "How many people did you send?"

"Six of them. If I hadn't left, I probably would have had to come back again. Goodness, do you know what kind of script they've planned for themselves?"

"what?"

"My junior sister is in love with me, my junior brother is in love with my junior sister, my senior sister is in love with my junior brother... Goodness, the relationships are so complicated that I can't even sort them out. It's a love triangle."

Su Xintang simply couldn't hold back any longer.

Meng Bai chuckled along: "The famous performing artist Tang Youyou once said that the background of the story must be rich, and it's best to involve the grudges between two generations."

Audiences always crave more complex character relationships and more gritty plots. You're only representing one generation; that's not enough, we need another generation for the real excitement.

After saying that, he added, "Perfect timing. You can take this opportunity to keep an eye out for any rare talents among this group of Heavenly Spirits. I'll keep an eye out for them too."

"And then?" Su Xintang asked, puzzled.

“There are some things I only realized after talking with a bunch of people just now. I overlooked our most important identities.”

"What identity?"

"I can be considered a god broker. I nurture gods, and they can produce true immortal fruits. Therefore, I need some divine embryo seeds that have the potential to become gods, to help them become gods and produce more fruits to improve my cultivation."

"And since you are a spirit deity, you might obtain your 'Spirit Deity's Precious Edict' in a few months, at which point you will also need to select your attendants. Therefore, you will also need a group of excellent divine offspring to strengthen your power."

"Hey!" Su Xintang straightened up from leaning back in her chair, realizing something.

“There are over a thousand people here this time, which means we can evaluate over a thousand people. When do we usually get this opportunity? We can’t just see ourselves as contestants; we also need to act as judges,” Meng Bai said happily.

“You know what, that makes sense.” Su Xintang scratched her chin, mimicking Meng Bai’s habit, her mind instantly becoming active.

"We could even set up some challenging problems for these celestial spirits to solve, and then use their problem-solving approaches to verify their abilities and character."

Even your master doesn't have such an environment for assessment, because he can't personally enter the Sleeping Realm to cause trouble. In other words, we can select some of the talents we want and make contact with them in advance.

In this way, once you obtain the "Spiritual Deity's Precious Edict" and assemble your sacrificial entourage, it will most likely be more satisfactory than those of other spiritual deities.

“That makes sense!” Su Xintang’s eyes lit up.

Immediately afterwards, she jumped up from her seat and said, "Then I'll go back first. Time is limited, and I need to see more people."

Meng Bai did not stop them, but he did remind them: "Remember, you are the one who sets the questions. Anyone who comes to you is trying to get a share of the 'Su Xingtang and Yu Hua'er' topic."

So, don't talk too much. They'll talk endlessly to achieve their goals. You can tell whether a person is capable or not just by their words and actions.

"Okay, I got it." Su Xintang chuckled.

"And another thing!" Meng Bai suddenly raised his voice, "The most important thing is to find those disciples of the divine race and subtly inquire about the conditions for becoming a god. This is our biggest goal in entering the Dream Realm."

“Okay.” Su Xintang’s expression instantly turned serious.

It's really not good for Meng Bai to ask about this. He's a ghost, so it would be strange for him to ask about such things.

It seemed normal for Su Xintang to ask.

After exchanging a few more words, she put on a black mask and left.

After watching her leave, Meng Bai walked briskly into his bedroom.

After pushing open the door, Meng Bai was just about to lie down for a while.

But they found someone already lying in bed, her head sticking out of the covers, her lips tightly closed, and her face full of unease.

Seeing this, Meng Bai felt somewhat helpless. He had just made up an excuse, "I'm afraid she'll commit suicide," to arrange a separate place for Yu Xuanchen, and now there was another girl in his bed.

He accepted the persona of being a swindler.

Where did the persona of a lustful glutton come from?

He hadn't even really taken advantage of a proper girlfriend, so how could he be a lecherous freak? After mentally complaining a few times, Meng Bai asked, "You are... that little beggar?"

"Mmm." The girl's voice trembled slightly.

"Oh." Meng Bai nodded, then asked, "What's your name?"

"Ah...Ah Li." The girl's voice became increasingly hoarse, showing that she was extremely nervous.

"How old are you?" Meng Bai asked as he walked outside.

“No… I don’t remember.” Ali’s eyes were fixed on Meng Bai.

Meng Bai walked to the door, pushed it open, and whispered to the maid on duty outside, "Get some medicine for the wounds. This little brat's face is covered in bruises."

Even if you're injured, applying medicine can still be helpful; the dream state simulates real logic.

Of course, Meng Bai's incense is also useful, but a lot of incense is needed to heal the wound, so it can't be wasted on A Li.

After waiting for a short while, the maid brought over the medicine and asked, "Master, shall I apply the medicine for her?"

"I'll help her with that, you can go back."

Upon hearing this, the maid was immediately stunned. Master Meng was always one to kill but not bury, but to help a little beggar apply medicine today? Has the sun risen in the west?
"This girl is all clean now, just what I wanted." Meng Bai laughed and then closed the door behind him.

The mansion is full of snobs, and everyone is a master at climbing the social ladder and stepping on the weak.

If Meng Bai wanted this little beggar to spend his last twenty-eight days comfortably in the Meng family, he didn't need to learn any manners or practice any modern respect.

What he had to do was pretend to "favor" the little beggar.

In this courtyard, only those who are favored by the master can live a good life; everything else is meaningless. This is the grand mansion of feudal society.

After getting the medicine, Meng Bai sat on the edge of the bed, patted the spot next to him, and said to Ali, "Come closer."

Ali trembled like a leaf and huddled in the corner of the bed, crying out in terror, "Master, please don't hit me."

After saying that, she got out of bed again, knelt on the bed, and kept kowtowing, saying, "I can do anything, I know how to do anything. My whole family were serfs, I know how to farm, I can help you farm..."

Seeing this scene, seeing Ali's naked body covered in wounds.

The medicine bottle in Meng Bai's hand creaked as he gripped it tightly.

He began to doubt the meaning of what he was doing again.

Is it necessary to apply medication?

It might be better to strangle her and let her reincarnate sooner.

Why waste my time getting entangled with the ghost of a beggar?

Suppressing his many distracting thoughts, Meng Bai patted the bedside again and comforted A-Li in a way she could understand:

"Want to farm for me? No problem. But you're too weak. You need to recover from your injury first. I'll apply some medicine for you, and tomorrow I'll take you to choose a plot of land to farm."

Ali still didn't dare, and just huddled in the corner of the bed watching her.

"Hurry up!" Meng Bai snapped at her.

This finally worked! She scrambled to her knees beside Meng Bai.

Meng Bai pulled the blanket over her lower body, signaling her to lie down, and then began to apply the medicine to the bruises on her back.

As he applied the ointment, Meng Bai asked himself again: What am I doing?

"It's all applied. You can apply it yourself to the front and the rest." Meng Bai placed the medicine next to her, then got up and sat down at the table.

Ali stopped applying the ointment, quickly got out of bed with her bare bottom exposed, and said, "Master, I'll go get you some water to wash your feet."

Who taught you how to prepare foot bath water?

"The housekeeper taught me."

"Don't rush." ​​Meng Bai tossed her a piece of clothing as he spoke, gesturing for her to put it on, and then casually asked, "Is there anyone else at your home?"

Ali stood awkwardly to the side, clutching the clothes, and shook her head.

"All dead?"

"Ah."

"Starved to death?" Meng Bai guessed.

"There was a great disaster, and there wasn't enough food, so my mother starved to death. My father couldn't repay the lord's debt, so he was punished by the lord with forty lashes and then left to bake in the sun for two days. He couldn't take it and died."

"Oh." Meng Bai didn't know how to continue the conversation.

In the worldview of Qingyang Prefecture, there seems to be no serfs.

So, is this girl talking about her real experiences before she died?
There are serfs in the mortal realm of Hegu, and some people even starve to death when disaster strikes.

In a world with a god, it's one thing for industrial productivity to not be liberated, but how can agricultural productivity not be liberated either?

(End of this chapter)