Chapter 27

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Everyone in the Empire knows that humans no longer have to worry about food thanks to super fertilizer. The main ingredient of super fertilizer is the bone marrow of spirit beasts.

Spirit beasts are classified into levels, but no one has given them exact levels. They are usually classified according to their combat power. Just like privately, martial cultivators have many levels, but officially, only your combat power value is recognized. Other so-called levels are all nonsense, except for making it easier to understand, they have no practical significance.

These levels are not arbitrarily assigned. In the eyes of the authorities, they are nonsense, but in the eyes of martial cultivators, each level number represents a certain amount of combat power. When classifying, they consider very carefully, which can more intuitively reflect the value of martial cultivators.

The same goes for spirit beasts. The grains that ordinary people eat are mostly produced by low-level spirit beasts. After all, low-level spirit beasts are the most numerous, and only their bone marrow can meet the agricultural needs of humans.

In addition to a large number of low-level spirit beasts, there are also medium and high-level ones, but they are few in number. It is not something ordinary martial cultivators can achieve to hunt them. The areas where they live are extremely dangerous, even for martial cultivators.

The bone marrow produced by these spirit beasts, when used in agriculture, naturally has better effects. Combined with breeding, farming, and super fertilizer, after continuous cultivation, there is something called spirit rice.

Spirit rice is not only delicious, but most importantly, it contains spirit energy. After eating spirit rice, one can directly absorb and convert part of the spirit energy into their own. The amount may be small, but if you eat spirit rice every day, over time, it will turn from quantitative change to qualitative change.

As the city lord, Zhu Ziqing has the right to levy taxes and naturally eats spirit rice. However, the quality of spirit rice also varies. The Minister of Energy, of course, eats better quality spirit rice, which cannot be wasted.

It's not that Zhu Ziqing is stingy; such opportunities are really rare. He wants to try whether it can be used as seeds. Top-grade spirit rice, no matter how much money you have, you can't buy it.

Even his secretary could think of this, let alone the other three vice city lords. However, as the city lord, in certain situations, the vice is just the vice, and you can never surpass the main.

Not to mention the machinations among city lords, Du Qian returned home early, hugging the box and smiling foolishly. His eyes could already see things. Old Luo's skills were impressive; it turned out that spirit energy could be used externally to heal injuries, with decent results, and the swelling subsided quickly.

Now, Du Qian's head was twice its normal size, but the deformation wasn't severe. As long as people who knew him could recognize him. For Du Qian, the most important thing was that his eyes were working.

When he couldn't see, the strange feeling was quite intoxicating, but the habit of seeing was too strong. Not being able to see made him feel uneasy. Especially the box that Old Luo put in his room, if he couldn't see it, it would be too frustrating.

The box was large but not heavy, and Du Qian could easily pick it up. At this moment, he was almost lying on top of the box.

After Old Luo left, he had already opened the box and seen the five hundred spirit horns, which were of excellent quality, much clearer than the ones he received as a new recruit. What made Du Qian even happier was that each spirit horn was stored in a storage box.

He had struck it rich.

Without mentioning the value of these spirit horns, a single storage box sold for twenty yuan in the market. Here, there were five hundred of them, and just the packaging was worth ten thousand yuan.

"Good people, all good people." Du Qian was extremely grateful to Sikong Yi. He really wanted to say, "Rich guy, let's be friends."

But he only thought about it. Du Qian wasn't so foolish as to really want to be friends with Sikong Yi. Not to mention himself, even his daughter, Du Qian would keep his distance. Small people have their own world; don't always think about entering the world of big people, where it's hard to survive. Anybody could crush you with a finger.

Don't think that today Sikong Yi was generous enough to make Du Qian want to scream. Tomorrow, if he's not happy, who knows what might happen.

He had struck it rich, but what was a spirit horn? He had never heard of it.

After the excitement, a cold shower was a must. The cold water stung his head, but Du Qian enjoyed this pain, as it meant he was not only alive but also very clear-headed.

He found a small box and, with a pained expression, took out a hundred spirit horns and put them in the old box. He didn't know if Cold Team would return the storage boxes, which were worth two thousand yuan.

No matter how reluctant, he had to do it. Cold Team knew about it and had spoken well of him, even though they didn't recognize him at first. Favor is favor, and he still had to live under Cold Team's command.

After packing a hundred boxes of spirit horns, Du Qian hesitated. Should he also send some to Junior Sister Yao Jing? She had immediately called out his name, and although Du Qian believed that even if no one recognized him at the time, he could still prove his identity, whether he could get so many spirit horns afterward was another matter.

"Ten boxes, that's not bad." With a pained expression, he took out ten boxes and, without a box, wrapped them in some newspapers. These two portions were set aside. Should he prepare another one?

"There are so many wolves..." Du Qian not only felt pain in his flesh but also in his liver. He gritted his teeth and took out another forty boxes. He also had to repay the favor to his aunt and cousin. Even if they were blood relatives, he couldn't treat them like this. Over time, who would still respect him?

The interactions between relatives were secondary. What Du Qian cared about was that his aunt had, under pressure, paved a way for him when he was in the most difficult times. This was a great favor.

Forty boxes of spirit horns, including the boxes, were worth about five thousand yuan in the market. He couldn't say he had repaid all the favors, but at least in terms of money, Du Qian felt he could be free from the burden.

Well, the remaining three hundred and fifty boxes were not few. They would last him for a considerable time. As for the future, he would deal with it when the time came.

He looked up at the door, still troubled. These things were a huge sum of money. The door of his house could be opened by a thief in seconds, and a martial cultivator could break it with a single slap. He didn't feel safe leaving them at home.

But such a large box couldn't be carried around. It was a happy problem.

He gritted his teeth and hid one hundred and fifty boxes of spirit horns under the bed, then took out one box to use later. Looking at the time, it was already afternoon, and he still had time.

Just as he was about to open the box, his phone rang. Who the hell was so tactless to disturb him at this time? It definitely wasn't the patrol team; Cold Team knew about his situation and had granted him a three-day leave.

"Hello, who is this?" His mood was bad, so his tone was a bit harsh.

No sound from the phone? Du Qian looked at the number, which he didn't recognize. It was connected, but it couldn't be a spam call.

"Are you going to hang up?"

"Senior Brother Du Qian, it's me, Yao Jing." Finally, there was a voice from the phone, and it was that cute, innocent voice that made his heart itch.

"Junior Sister Yao Jing?"

"Um."

Yao Jing calling him? In the War Orphan School, they didn't have phones. Du Qian didn't have the money and hadn't planned to buy one in the short term. The phone he had was issued by the patrol team.

After all, the patrol team was a special profession. Even when off duty, if a task came, you had to start work immediately, so communication couldn't be interrupted. Knowing he didn't have a phone, the patrol team temporarily issued one to him, which was considered a loan. According to the rules, after the first salary, he had to buy his own. After all, a phone, unless you buy the latest and most fashionable one, wasn't worth much.

But what did Yao Jing mean by calling him? They were classmates, and they called each other senior brother, senior sister, junior brother, and junior sister, but in ten years at the school, they had almost no interaction, just knowing each other's existence.

Given Yao Jing's personality, she wouldn't like to interact with someone like Du Qian, and her coldness was enough to freeze most of her classmates.

The children in the War Orphan School were different from those in ordinary schools. When they left the school, they were either preparing to go to war, living a life of uncertainty, or carrying huge debts, trying to survive.

For them, survival was the first priority. They didn't have time to think about relationships, marriage, and family, which were too distant for them.

"What's up?"

"Are you free tonight?" Yao Jing had said more today than she had in the ten years Du Qian knew her.

"I'm not free tonight. What's up, Junior Sister Yao Jing?" Du Qian said. He and Sikong Yi, the big and small devils, lived in different worlds, and the same could be said for him and Yao Jing.

"I'm inviting you to dinner." Yao Jing's voice was always so calm.

Du Qian's eyes were full of stars. What was going on? Yao Jing was inviting him to dinner? Was it possible? His mind was in chaos, completely unable to understand what was happening.

He naturally didn't know that after he left, Yao Jing could actually become a bodyguard.

Yao Jing was like a silent gourd, not fond of talking, but she was clear in her mind. Today, she had indeed made a contribution, but this contribution was good in the police station and the Flying Tiger Team, and the city lord's office might also recognize it. But at Sikong Yi's level, it was nothing.

Just for this, wanting to become a bodyguard was absolutely impossible. Yao Jing thought clearly. Even if she had gone to pick up Millet, it would have been hard to catch Sikong Yi's eye. Not going might offend someone, but that was her personality.

But the result surprised everyone. She became a bodyguard, temporarily assigned to the Flying Tiger Team, which was a great favor, even envied by the city lord.

Why?

Back at home, Yao Jing was also thinking about this. After considering the cause and effect, she concluded that it was because of the words "Senior Brother Du Qian."

The relationship between Du Qian and the second miss seemed complicated, and Sikong Yi's status was so high that it was out of reach. In comparison, the benefits Du Qian received seemed practical, but they were far less than hers.

This bodyguard position was well-deserved.

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