Chapter 29

The leading servant, a burly man with a tiger-like back and bear-like waist, though not having a green face or fangs, still managed to create a terrifying presence as he swung a cudgel as thick as a small bowl down with all his might.

Unfortunately, under Qi Feng's focused gaze, the cudgel seemed to move in slow motion. Qi Feng even had the leisure to examine the chipped and worn parts of the cudgel, noting its rough and weathered appearance, clearly a weapon that had seen many battles. Qi Feng extended his right hand and gently caught the cudgel, holding it firmly in place as if it had always been stationary. It was a casual and effortless move.

This single action stunned all the other servants. They all came to a halt, not daring to move forward, and instead slowly retreated a few steps. Even the most reckless and inexperienced among them could see that the man opposite them was a tough opponent. The disparity in combat strength was obvious, and they could see that the strongest of them was still being held aloft by the cudgel, his feet dangling in the air, kicking wildly.

Qi Feng had noticed this as well. He had tried to shake the cudgel free with a flick of his wrist, but the leading servant was surprisingly stubborn, still clinging to the cudgel even as Qi Feng lifted both the man and the cudgel into the air.

Lifting a man weighing over a hundred pounds with just his wrist strength, Qi Feng was quite satisfied with his upgraded abilities. The Dragon Elephant Bodhimanda Gong at the second level granted the strength of two dragons and two elephants, and he had enhanced it further by using two golden silkworms, doubling his strength and more. Qi Feng estimated that he had probably surpassed the limits of normal human strength.

Finding the situation amusing, Qi Feng laughed and, holding the cudgel with the man still attached, charged into the group of servants. The servants, seeing the danger, tried to run, but before they could even take a step, Qi Feng had swung the "double-handed hammer" in a wide arc!

"Ahhhh!" A chorus of cries of pain filled the air as the dozen or so servants were knocked to the ground, writhing and crying out in pain. Only the "hammer head," though his face was swollen and blood and snot were streaming down, still clung to the cudgel without letting go.

"Fine, you win. Here's your cudgel back," Qi Feng said with a smile, shaking his head and tossing the "double-handed hammer" into the pile of servants.

The merchant Luo was already pale and trembling, lying on the ground. He pointed at Qi Feng, stammering, "Y-You... You... I'll report you to the authorities! ...Just wait!"

Qi Feng walked over, grabbed the back of Luo's collar, and lifted him up, throwing him onto a sack of rice. "Report to the authorities? You ungrateful wretch! I'm trying to save you, and you don't even appreciate it!"

Luo's body was already weak, and the sudden lift and throw left him dazed and half-unconscious, groaning on the ground.

Qi Feng didn't bother with him. He had already defeated a group of servants, and only three or four remained, guarding the counter and the piles of glutinous rice. He decided to call the villagers to rush in and take what they wanted. However, he realized that if he left, the villagers might be held accountable by the authorities. He decided to get more supplies himself, thinking that he could still make some profit from this, even if it was a small amount.

"You! And you! Stop pretending to be dead and get over here!" Qi Feng walked over and "picked up" two servants who seemed to be less injured. However, they were determined to play dead, groaning and refusing to get up, allowing Qi Feng to drag them along the ground.

"If you don't get up, I'll use you as a flail!" Qi Feng roared. This threat worked, and the two men quickly scrambled to their feet.

Qi Feng handed one of them the tools for scooping rice, saying, "You distribute the rice! Only give more, never less!" He pointed to the other, "You collect the money and put it in the box!"

Seeing that the two men were still dazed, Qi Feng raised his voice, "Did you hear me?!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" the two men hurriedly bowed and agreed.

"Good! That's it!" Qi Feng nodded in satisfaction, "I'll be back to check. Do well, and you'll be rewarded. Do poorly, and you'll get a beating!" He turned and left the store, leaving the room full of people staring at each other in shock.

Back in the real world, Qi Feng left the cafeteria and headed to the nearest supermarket. In the north, glutinous rice was not a common ingredient, so the cafeteria's stock was limited. There was a small chain supermarket near the school.

Pushing a shopping cart, Qi Feng took down all the bags of glutinous rice from the shelves, which amounted to about eight or nine bags, totaling over four hundred pounds. He asked the staff, and they confirmed that this was all they had.

Qi Feng didn't want to make multiple trips. He wandered around the supermarket and suddenly had an idea: "This should work, right?" The shelf displayed bags of Ningbo glutinous rice water-milled rice cakes!

These were well-known foods made from pure glutinous rice, so they should be the same as glutinous rice, right? He bought them! Inspired by this, he also swept up all the frozen Ningbo tangyuan (rice balls) and bags of water-milled glutinous rice flour in the supermarket.

When Qi Feng returned to the Luo family's rice store in Baihe Town, he saw that the two servants he had assigned had already sold all the rice and were respectfully waiting for him to check their work. The villagers were quite calm, believing that Qi Feng would return even though the rice was gone (it turned out that they were not impressed by his charisma but by the fact that he hadn't taken the money from selling the rice). The servants who had been lying on the ground and the groaning Luo were now standing guard at the counter.

Qi Feng dumped the supplies he had bought into the store and told the two servants to continue their work. The one responsible for selling the rice noticed that Qi Feng had brought not just rice but also bags of tangyuan and rice cakes, and asked, "Young... hero, how should we sell these?"

Qi Feng waved his hand, "They're all made from glutinous rice, so sell them as glutinous rice!"

The servant stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to say more, thinking that Qi Feng must be rich and eccentric. However, since it wasn't his money, he just followed the instructions.

Luo, the merchant, noticed the two bags immediately. The rice cakes required boiling and manual pounding to form small strips, which was very labor-intensive! The tangyuan was even more complex, involving grinding the rice into flour, sieving it, and then forming it into balls with fillings! To sell them as glutinous rice was unbelievable! Luo couldn't understand what was going on in Qi Feng's mind.

Qi Feng, now acting as a hands-off boss, watched the sales. Many villagers who had bought glutinous rice came to thank him, surrounding him and not wanting to leave.

Qi Feng felt like a party secretary on a rural inspection, warmly greeting each villager, shaking hands, and chatting with them.

Actually, Qi Feng was also curious about why the villagers were using glutinous rice to defend against zombies. He noticed an elderly man who seemed quite knowledgeable and asked him.

"Oh? Mr. Qi, you don't know the use of glutinous rice? Then why did you bring so much to Baihe Town?"

"Oh, oh, I was just passing by, passing by. I happened to come across this, and it seemed like a good deed to do," Qi Feng said, easily making up lies.

The old man and the villagers around him were surprised, "The roads nearby are not easy to travel! There are snake demons, zombies, or fierce Miao tribesmen!"

"That's nothing. You've seen my skills; ordinary demons and monsters are no match for me!" Qi Feng continued to boast, "Ahem, let's not talk about me. Tell me about the use of glutinous rice."

The old man held up the bag of rice cakes he had just bought and pointed, "Glutinous rice is the best for dispelling evil and impurities, especially black glutinous rice! But it's very rare..."

"Ah?" Qi Feng was surprised, "So black rice is better? Cough, you should have said that earlier..."

The old man continued, "Black glutinous rice can subdue zombies, while white glutinous rice can only drive them away."

"Can you just sprinkle it?" Qi Feng asked.

The old man nodded, "Indeed!"

So powerful? Qi Feng was a bit skeptical.

The old man added, "White glutinous rice can also remove zombie poison."

Qi Feng felt his worldview shaking, "So if someone is bitten by a zombie, a handful of glutinous rice can cure them?"

"Indeed!" The old man nodded and stroked his beard, smiling, "Mr. Qi, you have truly saved the people of Baihe Town! You deserve our gratitude!" He bowed deeply, and the crowd behind him also bowed, some even kneeling.

What a shocking secret! A handful of black glutinous rice could repel zombies, and a handful of white glutinous rice could cure zombie bites! The T-virus was nothing compared to glutinous rice! Honestly, Qi Feng wondered if Umbrella, Alice, STAR, Leon, Claire, and Ada Wong knew about this!

"Hmm... so..." Qi Feng thought for a moment and quickly ran to Luo, the shopkeeper, "Hey, Luo, give me twenty pounds of rice."

Luo's face turned red with anger, his right hand trembling as he pointed at Qi Feng, "A man can be killed but not humiliated! I admit defeat, but you can't toy with me!"

Qi Feng was speechless and threw a bag of copper coins at him, "Who has time to toy with you? Just weigh the rice for me!"

"You... you... what do you mean?!" Luo couldn't follow Qi Feng's logic. "Don't you have piles of glutinous rice over there?!"

Qi Feng thought, why are you asking so many questions, and reluctantly explained, "My rice is my rice, but I want to buy your rice! That's what having money means!"

There was no other way! The rice Qi Feng had bought in the real world wasn't a game item and couldn't be stored in his inventory. No matter how much he had, it was useless. The rice sold by Luo, though the same, was a game item and could be stored in his inventory. Qi Feng thought that if he ever opened a door to find himself in a biohazard world, this glutinous rice might come in handy.

Luo grumbled for a while, and Qi Feng, losing patience, shouted, "Are you selling or not?!" The loud voice startled Luo and his servants. If he didn't sell, would this man not just take it by force? No one on their side could stop him.

Luo sighed, giving in, "I'll sell..."

Qi Feng patted his shoulder, "That's the spirit. We had a fight, but business is business. Not making money when you can is foolish!"

Hearing this, Luo was so angry he couldn't speak, pointing at the stall where Qi Feng was selling the rice at a discount, clearly meaning: Damn it, who is the fool here?

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**End of Chapter**