18: Chapter 18: Tolerance is great!

After breakfast, Qin Feng changed into a clean Menial Laborer uniform and headed to the Spirit Field District designated by the Management Hall to check on his own spirit fields.

In the Hehuan Sect's Servant District 666, the spirit fields in the Servant District could not be cultivated privately by Menial Laborers.

Instead, the Management Hall uniformly planned what medicinal herbs to plant, when to sow, and when to harvest, all with strict regulations.

Menial Laborers were only responsible for tending to the spirit fields allocated to them, and at harvest time, they had to hand over 30% of the tax to the Management Hall proportionally.

The remaining 70% was the fundamental means of livelihood for the Middle-tier Servant themselves.

As for how well the spirit fields could be managed and how much harvest could be produced, it all depended on personal ability and skill.

Qin Feng was all too familiar with this task, because in the past, he had been like a tireless farm slave, daily helping Ji Boxiao and the others manage their spirit fields.

It was just that back then, all the harvest went into Ji Boxiao's pocket, and he could only eat leftovers.

But now, he was building his own empire!

Arriving at the Management Hall's seed distribution point, Qin Feng, using his Middle-tier Servant identity token, successfully received the seeds for his two mu of spirit fields—blood ginseng.

This was a low-grade Spirit Medicine specifically used to replenish Qi and blood for Martial Artists in the Mortal Realm. Although it wasn't worth much money, its advantage was its enormous demand, making it one of the most widely circulated goods in the Servant District.

Holding the heavy seeds, Qin Feng came to his spirit fields, took off his jacket, and began skillfully turning the soil and sowing.

It wasn't until dusk, when the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the spirit fields an orange-red, that Qin Feng finished sowing all the blood ginseng in the two mu of land.

"Hoo... done for the day."

Qin Feng straightened up, stretched luxuriously, and his bones let out a series of crisp cracks.

He hoisted his hoe onto his shoulder and walked along a secluded path towards the courtyard in Ding District.

Just as he passed a dense thicket of bushes.

"Thump, thump, thump—"

A hurried and panicked sound of footsteps suddenly came from the forest ahead, accompanied by heavy breathing.

"Oh dear—!"

Before Qin Feng could even see what was happening, accompanied by a scent of rouge and powder, a delicate figure rushed out of the bushes like a headless fly, scrambling in panic.

"Bang!"

The figure was unable to dodge in time and solidly crashed into his broad, sturdy embrace.

A surprising soft sensation instantly came from his chest.

Qin Feng instinctively reached out to steady her, only then clearly seeing that the one who had crashed into his arms was a young woman of eighteen or nineteen.

The woman was wearing an expensive cloud brocade dress. Although the hem of her skirt was now stained with mud and grass, making her look somewhat disheveled, it still couldn't conceal her beautiful face, which was tinged with a strong sense of arrogance.

Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

"It's you? You low-class person?! Why are you back?!"

The moment the woman saw Qin Feng's face, her previously flustered eyes were immediately replaced by extreme disgust. Without thinking, a sharp and harsh greeting blurted out.

Qin Feng knew this woman.

Her name was Su Aili, and she was the famous "Young Miss" in this Intermediate Laborer District.

Being called Young Miss in the Servant District might sound a bit ridiculous, but Su Aili indeed had the capital for it.

Because ordinary Middle-tier Servants could only get two mu of spirit fields. But if their contribution to the Management Hall was large enough, or if they had enough money to grease palms, they could apply to the Management Hall for more spirit field area.

Su Aili's father, Su Shanhe, was an extremely powerful and resourceful Middle-tier Servant!

It was said that his cultivation had reached the sixth stage of the Mortal Realm, and he controlled a full ten mu of fertile spirit fields. His family had always been superior and lived an extremely comfortable life.

Because Qin Feng used to help Ji Boxiao farm, and their spirit fields were very close to the Su Family's plot, they often saw each other and had long since become acquainted.

In Su Aili's eyes, Qin Feng was always a low-class Menial Laborer who could be beaten and cursed by anyone, not even as good as a dog.

Qin Feng's eyes turned cold, and the curve of his mouth instantly became mocking: "Young Miss Su, what are you saying? What do you mean 'low-class person'? Aren't you a Menial Laborer yourself?"

"What about being a Menial Laborer? This young lady is a Middle-tier Servant, and you are low-class!"

Su Aili shrieked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, as if another second of contact with Qin Feng would defile her. As she spoke, she immediately pushed away Qin Feng's hand that was supporting her, retreating several steps with a look of utter disdain.

"Don't hold me, let go of your stinky hand! If you dirty my skirt, you wouldn't be able to afford to compensate even if you sold yourself!" Su Aili frantically wiped her shoulder where Qin Feng had touched her with a handkerchief, glaring at him fiercely.

Just then, from behind the distant bushes, another series of hurried footsteps came.

"Aili, why are you running so fast? Wait for me..."

Accompanied by a slightly anxious female voice, a woman wearing a dark purple brocade dress, whose figure was so voluptuous it almost burst the fabric, hurried out, panting.

The woman's name was Su Yourong, and she was Su Aili's stepmother. Because she married Su Shanhe later, her surname was changed to Su.

Unlike Su Aili's undeveloped youthfulness, Su Yourong was like a ripe peach, exuding astonishing mature charm in every gesture.

Her magnificent chest, ready to burst forth, heaved violently with her hurried breaths, enough to make any man stare blankly.

Su Yourong walked forward, grabbed Su Aili, who was still stomping her feet, and turned to see Qin Feng. She first paused slightly, seemingly surprised why the low-class Menial Laborer who had clearly been expelled would appear here.

But she was much more sensible than Su Aili. Seeing Qin Feng in clean clothes and full of Qi and blood, she immediately understood.

She smiled apologetically, her smile gentle and helpless: "I'm sorry, young man, something urgent happened at home, so Aili was a bit flustered and bumped into you. Please don't take it to heart."

Qin Feng didn't intend to argue with a thoughtless little girl.

Seeing the undisguised anxiety and worry on Auntie Yourong's brows, Qin Feng's heart stirred slightly, and he tentatively asked: "Auntie Yourong, may I ask if something happened? I saw Young Miss Su running so frantically just now."

Auntie Yourong sighed, her full chest heaving violently again, a hint of undisguised panic showing in her eyes.

"Alas, it's hard to say. I'm not quite clear about the specific situation right now. It's just that the Management Hall sent someone to notify us just now, saying that Old Su went with the hunting team to the depths of the Luanzang Mountain Range to hunt Vicious Beasts a few days ago... and something happened, asking us to go over..."

"Something happened?"

A flicker of something unusual flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

In the cutthroat Servant District 666 of the Hehuan Sect, "something happening" on a high-risk mission meant 99% death or disability!

If Su Shanhe really fell, then the ten mu of fertile spirit fields in the Su Family's hands, and the beautiful and conspicuous mother and daughter before him, would instantly become the juiciest fresh meat in the eyes of a pack of hungry wolves!

The cannibalistic chaos in Servant District 666 was not something that could be explained in a few words...

"Young man, we really have urgent business at the Management Hall, so we'll take our leave first."

Auntie Yourong said, nodding apologetically again, and pulled the very reluctant Su Aili, hurrying away along the path.

Qin Feng stood rooted, watching the mother and daughter's receding figures, especially Auntie Yourong's voluptuous waist swaying like a water snake, and sighed slightly,

"I hope you two have good luck..."