After binding with a genius, I became an immortal by exploiting loopholes.

Sun Zhiyuan kept saying "I didn't expect it" and "I was thinking about it," which sounded like an unintentional mistake, but in reality, every step he took was precise.

He planted the fields and sowed the seedlings; now that he wants to take the fields back, he has to pull up the seedlings.

Uprooting seedlings will result in losses, and with losses, someone must take responsibility.

If the manor lord doesn't want to take responsibility, and Sun Zhiyuan won't take responsibility, then who will ultimately bear the blame? Lu Qingchen!

If he really doesn't know what's good for him and insists on taking that good field and uprooting the seedlings, he will offend more than just Sun Zhiyuan—the manor owner will also think that he is ignorant and has caused trouble as soon as he arrived. How can he have a good life in Qingmu Manor in the future?

Sun Zhiyuan's move, seemingly offering a choice, actually pushed him into a situation where he would offend the manor lord.

But Lu Qingchen didn't care.

With a memorial tablet on his person, it doesn't matter where he plants it.

Good fields have good cultivation methods, and bad fields have bad cultivation methods.

As long as the land can be tilled, water can be irrigated, and seeds can germinate, he can grow things.

What puzzled Lu Qingchen was how he had offended him.

But he was too lazy to think about it. The more you pay attention to this kind of person, the more excited he gets.

Besides, there's plenty of time ahead, and we'll find out what he's thinking sooner or later.

"Master," Lu Qingchen spoke, his voice not loud, but everyone in the hall could hear him clearly, "this disciple would like to ask about the status of the spirit fields at the east and west ends of the manor?"

Zhou Ming immediately chimed in, smiling, "The areas east of the village are in good locations, close to the irrigation canal, while the area at the end of the village is a bit out of the way, and the roads aren't easy to travel."

He glanced at Sun Zhiyuan, then at Zhao Demao, and said with a smile, "But the land at the end of the village is quite large, twenty mu."

Listening to their conversation, Liu Wenhua and Wang Youde sat in the corner, heads down, drinking tea in silence.

The main room was quiet for a few moments.

Lu Qingchen sat at the end of the table, pondering the situation.

He knew nothing about Aoki-sou and couldn't tell the difference just by listening.

Zhou Ming said that the location of Zhuangdong is good, but the road at the end of Zhuangwei is difficult to travel—whether the location is good or not, whether the road is easy to travel or not, is a different matter from whether the fields are easy to cultivate.

But the words "the road is difficult to travel" did make him waver.

The road was difficult to travel, which meant it was relatively remote, which suited him perfectly.

Zhao Demao put down his teacup, glanced at him, and thought to himself: This young man was recommended by Old Master Sun, so he should give him some face. He can't just send him away with a piece of broken land.

Zhao Demao put down his teacup, glanced at him, and said, "Manager Lu, you can choose for yourself, the east or the end of the village? If you're not satisfied with either of them, you can wait, and I'll try to find a way to allocate some good land for you."

"Thank you for your kindness, Master."

Lu Qingchen cupped his hands in greeting, "But there's no need to wait. Let's go to the end of the estate. It's bigger, and I feel more at ease there."

Zhao Demao frowned: "That piece of land at the end of the village has been abandoned for two years, it's not a good choice. You should choose the east side of the village instead."

"Have you thought this through? Several spiritual plant growers couldn't even manage to cultivate that land at the end of the village."

"I've thought it through, I want that piece of land at the end of the manor," Lu Qingchen insisted.

Zhao Demao stopped trying to persuade him.

He has done his best; it was the young man's own choice.

Even if Elder Sun asks about it later, he will have something to say: it was Lu Qingchen who insisted on choosing Zhuangwei, so it can't be blamed on him.

"Then let's go with Zhuangwei. You do a good job planting... If you have any problems, come to me anytime."

Zhao Demao still couldn't shake off his worry and gave one last piece of advice.

"I will," Lu Qingchen nodded.

Sun Zhiyuan's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his expressionless face.

But inwardly he sneered: that area at the end of the village has been barren for years, and none of the spiritual plant growers wanted to plant it, but this kid is jumping into the pit himself.

Large area? What's the use of a large area if you can't grow anything? It's all for nothing.

Zhou Ming smiled and said, "Manager Lu has good taste," and then said nothing more.

Liu Wenhua lowered his head and drank his tea, his mind blank.

Anyway, I have no connection with this new plant grower, so whether the plants turn out well or poorly is none of his business.

Wang Youde also kept his head down, occasionally glancing at Lu Qingchen before quickly looking away.

He wanted to say something, but after looking at Sun Zhiyuan's expression, he swallowed his words.

Zhao Demao held his teacup, took a sip, and still felt somewhat hesitant.

He knew the situation of that piece of land in Zhuangwei; it really wasn't good.

However, all the good fields were indeed occupied by Sun Zhiyuan and his group.

There are only so many good plots of land in the village, and people have been farming them for so many years. We can't expect them to make room for the newcomers.

If you were to forcibly take a piece from someone, it would likely damage the relationship.

Let's see how it goes. If we can actually grow something on that land, then it won't be too late to replace it with a better one.

If he can't grow it... well, that's his own fault, he can't blame anyone else.

......

After the meeting, Sun Zhiyuan stood up, dusted off his trousers, glanced at Lu Qingchen, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see your fields."

The two left the courtyard one after the other and walked along the bluestone path towards the end of the village.

Along the way, Lu Qingchen saw vast stretches of spirit fields. The jade-green spirit rice grew up to waist height with glossy leaves. Insect-repelling spirit herbs were planted on the field ridges, and the water in the irrigation ditches was crystal clear, revealing the pebbles at the bottom.

The tenant farmers were busy in the fields, some weeding, some fertilizing. Occasionally someone would look up at him, then lower their head and continue working.

"Are all the fields in Qingmu Village this good?" Lu Qingchen asked casually.

Sun Zhiyuan didn't even turn his head: "Most of it is good land, cultivated for decades, which has improved the soil's fertility."

Lu Qingchen nodded, feeling a little more at ease.

After walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the bluestone path came to an end and turned into a bumpy dirt road.

The endless fields of spiritual energy that once stretched along the roadside were now gradually replaced by weeds and wasteland.

Lu Qingchen's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't say anything.

After walking a few hundred more steps, Sun Zhiyuan stopped in front of a field ridge and gestured ahead with his lip: "We're here."

Lu Qingchen stood on the edge of the field, looking at the land in front of him, and the smile on his face slowly froze.

The soil was severely compacted; it felt hard and unyielding underfoot, like stepping on stones.

The weeds grew taller than a person's knees, densely packed together, some with roots so deep they cracked the soil.

The distant canal had dried up, and the bottom was covered with moss, indicating that no water had passed through it for a long time.

The spiritual energy here is also far inferior to that of the good fields in front of the village.

"This is your land, a total of twenty mu."

Lu Qingchen squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and rubbed it.

The soil isn't completely rotten, it's just lacking in fertilizer, water, and maintenance.

At first glance, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with this field.

He stood up without complaining or sighing.

"Okay." Lu Qingchen simply nodded.

Sun Zhiyuan glanced at him, seemingly surprised. He didn't say anything, stood there for a while, then turned and left.

Lu Qingchen stood alone on the edge of the field, looking at the wasteland.

He recalled that in the main room earlier, Zhou Ming had said that the location of Zhuangdong was good, but the road at the end of Zhuangwei was difficult to travel, and that the end of Zhuangwei was large.

Now he understood—the road was indeed difficult to travel, the area was indeed vast, but the desolation was also true.