"It can even summon a giant?"
After hearing Sun Mo introducing the effects of the giant medicine packet, Zheng Qingfang clicked his tongue in wonder.
"Although giants can't kill people, there's still some danger. So, if Uncle Zheng wants to soak in a bath, it's best to bring a guard along."
Sun Mo wasn't intentionally flaunting the scarcity of the giant medicine packet. He was really worried that Zheng Qingfang's body might be frightened to death by a giant that suddenly appeared.
"Hehe, I'll remember it."
Zheng Qingfang actually wanted to invite Sun Mo to soak in a bath together. However, if he did so, he might be misunderstood as wanting to enjoy Sun Mo's Ancient Dragon Capturing Hands. Hence, he didn't say anything.
"Uncle Zheng, I can see that your complexion isn't bad. Don't change your meals and continue eating like this."
Sun Mo activated Divine Sight. Because the proficiency index had risen to the ancestor-grade, when he looked at Zheng Qingfang, it automatically gave him a maintenance plan. This included diet, training, and even bed arrangements. It could be said that everything was taken care of.
Sun Mo took a piece of paper and wrote it down.
"Little brother, your words are quite beautiful."
Zheng Qingfang was as expected of an old man who loved calligraphy and painting. He basically didn't care about the looks of Sun Mo's words.
"It's just so-so!"
Sun Mo's words were written in the blackboard style. In the eyes of the people of this era, it was fresh and interesting. However, there was absolutely no artistic value to it.
"Uncle Zheng, you have to eat three meals a day according to this recipe for at least three months. Also, don't stop your cultivation!"
Sun Mo instructed and walked to Zheng Qingfang's back. "Let me help you with a massage!"
Zheng Qingfang originally didn't want to trouble Sun Mo, but when Sun Mo placed his hands on his shoulders, Zheng Qingfang instantly lost all resistance. It was as though he had fallen into the clouds, and his entire person felt so comfortable that it felt like he was floating.
Sun Mo first used the living blood technique to clear the poison in Zheng Qingfang's blood. After that, he gave him a full set of massage treatments.
When he was done, Zheng Qingfang was like a noodle, paralyzed on the chair.
"Help your old master to wash up!"
Sun Mo washed his hands and face under the maid's clothing.
Half an hour later, a refreshed Zheng Qingfang appeared before Sun Mo. Not only was his face flushed, but his voice was also filled with energy.
"Magical, it's really too magical."
Zheng Qingfang sighed ruefully. "Little brother, it's really thanks to you that I can live until now."
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Zheng Qingfang + 100. Friendly (560/1,000).
"Uncle Zheng, you're exaggerating."
Sun Mo shook her head.
"Hehe!"
Zheng Qingfang didn't say anything else. Some favors had to be remembered for a lifetime. "Oh right, did you encounter some problems with your sudden visit? If I can do it, I will do it without hesitation. "
It wasn't that Zheng Qingfang was direct. Rather, he felt that given his relationship with Sun Mo, there was no need for so much courtesy. Sun Mo's matters were his matters as well.
"A few trading companies want to use farmers to force the Central Province Academy to raise their prices!"
Sun Mo explained the matter to him.
"These unscrupulous merchants are still not satisfied after earning so much money. They deserve to die ten thousand times for their crimes."
When Zheng Qingfang heard this, he slammed the table.
As a ruler, Zheng Qingfang's first consideration was the interests of the farmers. After all, they were the foundation of a country. As for the merchants, they were like fat sheep in a pen. If the national treasury ran out of money, he could kill them. If the king was in a bad mood, he could also kill them.
"I think someone is instigating them to cause trouble."
Sun Mo took a precaution. There was an 80% to 90% chance that it was that Prince Li Zixing.
"No matter what great background these unscrupulous merchants have, they should be prepared to accept punishment for doing such a thing."
Zheng Qingfang's tone was very unyielding. He was also giving Sun Mo a pill of assurance, telling him not to worry. (I, Zheng Qingfang, will handle this matter.)
"Uncle Zheng, I have some selfish motives. I want to help the Central Province Academy tide over this crisis, but more than that, I feel injustice for those farmers. Why is it that I only earn so little after working so hard to grow vegetables and burn charcoal for an entire year? The bulk of the profits are all taken away by those middlemen."
Sun Mo had seen too much of such news before.
The watermelons, grapes, and all sorts of vegetables grown by farmers would be purchased by merchants at a few cents. In fact, if the price was too low, no one would buy them and they would rot in the fields. But once they entered the supermarkets and ordinary people wanted to buy them, the prices would be insanely high.
What 'you're ruthless' and 'you're strong'? Weren't these just speculations?
However, Sun Mo also understood that the reason merchants did business was to earn money. Who would be willing to do business that had no benefits?
Naturally, in the modern era, Sun Mo had no choice. That was the market. But in the Nine Provinces, the government had the final say. If they said they would kill you, they would kill you.
"What do you want to do?"
Zheng Qingfang could tell that Sun Mo had an idea and indicated for him to say it out.
Sun Mo didn't hide anything and told Zheng Qingfang his plan.
"Alright, we'll do as you say."
Zheng Qingfang agreed straightforwardly.
Sun Mo had achieved his goal and bade farewell.
Zheng Qingfang had wanted to ask for a painting, but seeing that Sun Mo was so busy, he didn't have the cheek to ask. Hence, he took out the Sanzang Journey to the West Painting and the Maiden Spring Rain Painting and continued to admire them.
Recently, if Zheng Qingfang didn't admire these two famous paintings, he wouldn't be able to eat or sleep.
After dinner, Zheng Qingfang told the servants to prepare the bath water. "Go and call Qi-er over!"
Zheng Qingfang wanted to soak in the bath together with his grandson, but the servants came to report that the young master was practicing calligraphy.
"Studying? He's reading some miscellaneous books, right? "
Zheng Qingfang coldly snorted. He didn't believe that the playful bastard would have the patience to practice calligraphy. He must have gotten a new romance novel and was engrossed in it.
If he didn't learn good things at such a young age, what would happen when he grew up?
Zheng Qingfang rushed to his grandson's study. Originally, he wanted to reprimand him, but in the end, he saw a little fatty standing in front of the study table and writing seriously.
Huala!
A gust of wind blew over, and the papers on the table were flipped over, scattering all over the floor.
Zheng Qingfang lowered his head to take a look. Although the words on the paper were ugly, they were clearly written with effort.
"It can't be, right? He's really practicing calligraphy? "
Zheng Qingfang was astonished. Moreover, he discovered that there was an additional serious aura coming from his grandson. This was truly rare.
The little fatty was completely focused and didn't even know that Zheng Qingfang had come.
"What's going on?"
Zheng Qingfang silently retreated and asked the servants. Very soon, he knew the answer.
In the afternoon, the young master met Sun Mo in the study. After that, he went to the toilet and shut himself in the study, starting to practice calligraphy.
"Sun Mo?"
Zheng Qingfang smacked his head in annoyance. (How did I forget about this? I can invite him to be my grandson's tutor!)
Maybe this mischievous grandson of his could turn over a new leaf under Sun Mo's guidance and become sensible and studious.
...
The little fatty Zheng Qier was practicing calligraphy. As he practiced, he suddenly cried.
"Boohoohoo, I can't be crippled, right?"
The words that the little fatty was practicing came from a romance novel, 'Jade X Group'. Moreover, he was writing the most exciting part of the novel. However, he discovered that he actually had no reaction at all.
(This... this is clearly crippled!)
(I haven't been to a brothel before, and I haven't tasted the taste of a famous prostitute. This can't do. I have to cultivate and train my body until it's like a pillar supporting the sky.)
Hence, in the following days, Zheng Qier started to work hard to train his body.
Sun Mo didn't know that a great teacher halo he had unintentionally released was currently changing the daily life of a young man.
...
Early in the morning, the chirping of insects and chirping of birds caused the villa to appear even more tranquil.
Sun Mo liked such an environment. He got up, brushed his teeth, and then went to the backyard for his morning exercise.
"Teacher, are you in?"
Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo carried some ingredients and knocked on the door.
"Why are you guys here?"
Sun Mo was surprised.
"Naturally, it's to take care of Teacher's food and daily life!"
Li Ziqi grinned and went to the kitchen. Not long later, a sumptuous breakfast was ready. For this meal, she had specially consulted the five chefs in her family.
Sun Mo touched Lu Zhiruo's forehead and opened the bronze treasure chest.
A time emblem was obtained.
After Sun Mo was conflicted for a few minutes, he finally chose to upgrade the Wind King Divine Steps. This was a movement technique. After learning it, one's movement speed would increase by several times.
Ding!
"Congratulations, the proficiency index of your Wind King Divine Steps has risen to the expert-grade."
The three of them ate breakfast together and went to the teaching building. After that, they parted ways at the entrance of the building.
The two girls went to listen to Teacher Yan's spiritual beast control class, while Sun Mo went to his Medical Cultivation class. However, halfway through the class, a huge commotion occurred in the school.
Over a thousand people were shouting slogans and rushing into the school.
"We have the elderly and children to take care of. No one will care if we starve to death!"
"The leaders of the Central Province Academy eat meat, but we eat shit!"
"Get the logistics department head, Sun Mo, to scram. We don't want a black-hearted leader."
These over a thousand people were all farmers who had their backs to the sky. They shouted at the top of their lungs, exuding a sense of sorrow and indignation.
Swoosh!
In the lecture hall, a total of 300 gazes landed on Sun Mo.
Even the students knew that the logistics department head of the Central Province Academy was Sun Mo.
"Sun Mo is in deep trouble this time around!"
"I heard that he forcefully rejected the three trading companies' leaders. Look, revenge is coming immediately."
"Let's see how he settles this. If he doesn't do well, his reputation would be tarnished. "
The teachers were spectating as well.
An Xinhui, who received the news, rushed over immediately.
"Uncles, Uncles, what are you all doing?"
An Xinhui's brows were tightly furrowed. If news of this spread out, it would definitely affect the Central Province Academy's reputation.
A few representatives walked out with helpless looks on their faces.
"Headmaster An, we won't be able to afford our meals soon. I heard that you were in favor of raising the price, but it was rejected by Department Head Sun?"
The person who spoke was an old man over 50 years old. His name was Yu Sheng. The moment he spoke, he pulled An Xinhui to his side and made Sun Mo a target.
"Who told you guys that the price is going to be raised?"
Lian Zheng came over as well. After hearing this, he questioned in an unhappy tone.
"Teacher Lian, our vegetables and charcoal are all the best and are supplied to the Central Province Academy as soon as possible. During these years, have we been neglecting them? Right now in the market, the price of rice and grain are all rising. Can't we just follow along and increase it a little? "
Old Yu was very unyielding. Although he was a farmer, he wasn't afraid of these teachers. (Even if you are unhappy with me, you can't beat me up, right?)
His identity as a farmer was Old Yu's natural protective talisman.
For example, if Sun Mo beat up a merchant, it would be a waste of time. He could even scold the rich for being heartless. But could you let him try beating up a farmer? It was guaranteed that he would be blackened by others the next day.
In the Nine Provinces, farmers were a weak group and needed to be taken care of. This was political correctness.
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