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

Zhao Demao put down his teacup and smoothed things over: "Old Sun, think of another way. Manager Lu is really in a hurry."

Sun Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll spare one more, four in total, no more than that, otherwise I really won't be able to handle it."

After he finished speaking, he didn't say anything more, cupped his hands in greeting, and turned to walk out.

Lu Qingchen withdrew his gaze and turned to Zhao Demao.

"Master, four are not enough."

Zhao Demao sighed: "I know, but what he said makes sense. He does have a lot on his shoulders."

Lu Qingchen knew in his heart that Zhao Demao had no intention of interfering any further.

Sun Zhiyuan has been working in the village for so many years and has deep roots. As a newcomer, Zhao Demao wouldn't bother offending Sun Zhiyuan for his sake.

But he couldn't just go back like that.

Lu Qingchen was silent for a moment before speaking: "Master, before I came to Qingmu Manor, Elder Sun mentioned you, saying that you have worked at Qingmu Manor for more than ten years and are a wise man."

Zhao Demao paused slightly in his teacup.

"Master Sun also said that if I encounter any difficulties, I can tell the Master of the Manor, who is a wise man."

Lu Qingchen spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something very ordinary, "He said you would help."

He pronounced the words "Old Sun" in a light, unhurried tone, as if he were talking about something ordinary, or perhaps reminding someone of something.

Zhao Demao's fingers stopped.

He looked at Lu Qingchen again, his gaze more intense than before.

He knew better than anyone the significance of Elder Sun's name in the Spirit Plant Hall.

The fact that this kid was able to pass the overseas assignment assessment was originally due to Old Sun's recommendation—he had heard about it long ago.

Regardless of whether Lu Qingchen's words were true or false, the fact that he brought up Old Master Sun shows that he has a close relationship with Old Master Sun.

Even if it's fake, he has to listen to it as if it's true.

If this kid really has influence with Elder Sun, and Elder Sun just mentions it casually in the Spirit Plant Hall, then the manor lord's life won't be easy.

After a few moments of silence, Zhao Demao spoke, his tone much gentler than before: "I'll arrange the tenant farmers' affairs. You go back first, and someone will come to work in your fields tomorrow."

Lu Qingchen stood still: "Master, the land needs turning, and the seeds need sowing. Can you arrange that today?"

Zhao Demao looked up at him; this kid was really pushing his luck.

But he did not have an attack.

After a moment of silence, he put down his teacup and called out towards the door, "Wang Fu."

Wang Fu ran in from the courtyard: "Master, what is it?"

"Go tell Sun Zhiyuan to send ten more tenant farmers over, and say that I said so."

Zhao Demao paused, then added, "Let's go now."

Wang Fu glanced at Lu Qingchen, responded, and turned to leave.

Zhao Demao picked up his teacup, took a sip, and didn't look at Lu Qingchen again.

Lu Qingchen cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Master."

Zhao Demao waved his hand and said nothing more.

Lu Qingchen left the main room, stood in the courtyard, and took a deep breath.

Sun Zhiyuan.

He silently repeated the name in his mind, without any extra emotion.

It's not that he doesn't care, it's that he's not in a position to care right now.

We'll talk about it when he's grown something and established himself in Qingmu Village.

He turned and walked towards the end of the village.

......

Not long after, a dozen or so tenant farmers arrived at the end of the village carrying hoes.

The leader was a man in his forties surnamed Wang. He had no expression on his face. When he saw Lu Qingchen, he simply nodded and said, "Manager Lu, the master sent us." Then he led his men down to the ground.

Although these people were tenant farmers, Qingmu Manor produced spirit rice, and they could occasionally get a share. Being able to eat spirit rice made them much stronger than ordinary farmers.

A dozen or so people stood in the field, swinging their hoes with great force, weeding, turning the soil, and picking up stones, working quickly and efficiently.

In one day, more than half of the twenty acres of land were turned over.

Lu Qingchen wasn't idle either; he worked alongside them, mainly to personally understand the condition of the field.

He discovered that the tenant farmers worked from morning till night, only taking a short break of less than half an hour at noon, hastily eating a few mouthfuls of food before continuing to work without stopping for a moment.

The sun was setting, and the sky was tinged with a dark red. The work in the fields was almost done.

Lu Qingchen straightened up and called out to Wang Fu, who was leading the group, "Brother Wang, that's enough. Let everyone rest. We'll come back tomorrow."

Wang Fu looked up at the sky, then looked down at the tenant farmers who were still bent over working, and didn't move.

"Manager Lu," he said, "we're still one hour short of six hours."

Lu Qingchen was taken aback: "What, six hours?"

"According to the village rules, tenant farmers have to work a full six hours a day, or their wages will be deducted."

Wang Fu spoke these words in a very calm tone, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.

The tenant farmers showed no sign of stopping, continuing to bend over and hoe the ground. Occasionally, someone would look up at Lu Qingchen, then quickly look down again.

Lu Qingchen looked at the tenant farmers.

Several people were so exhausted that they could barely straighten their backs, and their hands were shaking when they raised their hoes, but they still gritted their teeth and kept digging.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm the one who brought you here to work today, and I make the rules. Go back now, you'll all be paid your wages, and not a single spirit bead will be missing."

Wang Fu hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at the tenant farmers behind him.

A young man had already put down his hoe, but dared not leave. He stood there rubbing his hands, his eyes darting back and forth between Lu Qingchen and Wang Fu.

"If the master asks..."

Wang Fu looked at Lu Qingchen. Although he didn't finish his sentence, the meaning he wanted to express was already very clear.

"I'll talk to the manor lord," Lu Qingchen said.

Wang Fu hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and waved his hand behind him: "Alright, go back now."

The tenant farmers breathed a sigh of relief, put down their hoes, and dispersed in twos and threes.

Lu Qingchen stood by the field, watching the tenant farmers disperse in twos and threes, their backs hunched over, and he couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart.

A person works from morning till night, not daring to even take a breath, earning just enough spirit pearls to make a living. He dares not rest when he is sick, and no one cares for him when he gets old.

This is not a life fit for a human being.

But what can he do now?

He was a new spiritual plant grower who hadn't even started cultivating his own fields yet, and his words in the village were as loud as farts.

Zhao Demao was willing to help him today not because Lu Qingchen had much influence, but because he brought up Old Master Sun.

Without Sun Lao's reputation, Zhao Demao probably wouldn't even give him a second glance.

If you want to change anything, you must first have the right to speak.

To have the right to speak, you must first have the ability.

Where does strength come from? Cultivation.

He stood by the field for a long time, until it was completely dark, before turning around and walking back.

At night, Lu Qingchen sat cross-legged on the bed, his mind sinking into his dantian.

The pure energy spun slowly in the dantian, exactly one hundred and one times.

"Soon."

He muttered to himself.

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