"Many thanks, Envoy."
Wentian cupped his hands in thanks.
This naked partiality made quite a few families feel uncomfortable.
The Yuan family sneered inwardly.
Let us see how much new rice your Jianyi family can produce. Even if you obtained thirty percent of the Su family's foundation, I doubt you expected that none of that spirit rice would be usable now.
Wentian let out a breath of relief inwardly. He had made two preparations.
Wu Tao's storage pouch contained the old rice obtained from the Su family, while his own storage pouch contained the spirit rice planted in the past two years.
Wentian released all nine thousand jin of spirit rice.
The armored guard on the right swept it with divine will and said calmly, "Jianyi family, no need for extra payment."
The refined young man smiled. "Master Sanshu, these Yellow Millet Rice grains should all have been planted in the past two years, yes? I hear many alchemy masters are also skilled at cultivating spirit plants.
