47: Chapter 47 The Evil God Colludes with the County Magistrate, and Brother Feng Encounters Great Fortune!

"You don't even know this?"

Feng Yifan glanced at this County Magistrate of a hundred li, "This is an osmanthus tree! It can be used to make osmanthus cakes."

Actually, he didn't recognize it either; it was the System that told him.

But does that stop him from using it to look down on the equally clueless County Magistrate?

Of course it doesn't affect it at all!

Moreover, this sapling is still very small right now, without even a single leaf, making it hard for ordinary people to recognize.

But so what?

Even though the other party is the County Magistrate, does that stop him from ordering the other party to help hold the sapling steady?

Of course it doesn't affect it either.

Because what does your human County Magistrate have to do with me, a Little Mountain Lord of the demon race?

"Let me tell you, you have to hold it steady, hold it straight." Feng Yifan not only directed the County Magistrate to hold the sapling but also complained disdainfully, "Use some strength! Otherwise, if this tree is planted crooked, it won't grow straight in the future, causing delays."

"What could it delay?" County Magistrate Fang laughed, "It's just an osmanthus tree."

Would growing crooked delay it from bearing osmanthus flowers?

Most likely not.

"It would delay my success rate in planting a straight osmanthus tree." Feng Yifan blurted out nonsense, "And the good omen of 'plucking the cassia branch in the Moon Palace'."

Then, under the County Magistrate's puzzled gaze, he chuckled: "Haven't you heard? For trees of the same trunk length, a straight tree is closer to the moon than a crooked one."

"...That statement has some merit." County Magistrate Fang was taken aback for a moment, then added a bit more strength to his hands.

If it were truly because of him that the Scholars of the Li Clan missed their chance to 'pluck the cassia branch in the Moon Palace'...

This grudge would be a serious one.

Feng Yifan smiled, then raised a paw and slapped it on the ground.

A dark yellow demonic light sank into the earth.

Then, the soil churned, filling the tree hole level.

"Alright, let go now." he said to County Magistrate Fang.

"...Is this tree considered planted already?" County Magistrate Fang watched with considerable amazement, clasping his hands behind his back as he circled it once, "Truly marvelous."

He had seen demonic arts before, but this was the first time he witnessed someone using demonic arts to plant a tree.

"Of course not yet." Feng Yifan rolled his eyes, "You don't even know this? We haven't watered it with the settling water yet!"

Saying this, he raised a paw.

And swung it downward.

A blue light emerged from the paw.

The blue radiance circled in mid-air, gathering a layer of cloud vapor.

"Whoosh!" He opened his mouth again and blew out a breath.

The breath transformed into a gust of wind upon exiting.

The cloud vapor was then blown into a dark cloud by this gust of wind.

That blue light, like a snake, flicked its tail, striking the dark cloud.

Splash!

Splash splash splash!

A shower of rain fell.

Pouring onto the head of the newly planted osmanthus tree.

"This! This is truly marvelous!" County Magistrate Fang watched with gleaming eyes, couldn't help but reach out a hand, caught some rainwater, and took a sip.

"Hmm, it really is ordinary water!"

Feng Yifan: "..." What else would it be?

Is this County Magistrate's brain faulty?

And what's more, he's a reckless fool!

This is damn rain summoned by a demon manipulating wind and clouds.

You saw it happen, and you still caught and drank it?

If I had some ill intent at this moment, mixing something that shouldn't be mixed into this rain, this guy...

No, this kid is very smart.

Protected by official aura and literary fortune brilliance, ordinary demonic arts really don't work on him.

"Unless poison is used." County Magistrate Fang suddenly said with a smile at this moment, "But Azure Dragon's rain wouldn't be poisonous."

Although he is a mortal with ordinary eyes, the books say 'clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger'; he wasn't so blind as to not recognize this.

"The Azure Dragon governs the growth of all things. Having received this settling water, it will be difficult for this osmanthus tree to not grow well!" He said with his hands clasped behind his back, "Drinking this mouthful of water, speaking of it in the future, this osmanthus tree and I can also be considered to share a connection!"

If Li Family Village truly produces a person of great renown.

"Won't this anecdote have to record my name?"

Isn't what Scholars pursue precisely this—leaving a name in history?

Leaving a name in history is too difficult; let's leave a name somewhere first!

"You can even manage to get a piece of that? You're quite a character." Feng Yifan clicked his tongue, "If it weren't for you Scholars, who else could be so cunning and sly!"

Drinking rainwater from the same cloud means there's a connection?

Such skill is even more impressive than the legendary bald-headed fellows.

But on the other hand, his words also contained an expectation for Li Family Village to produce a person of great renown.

So, looking at the smirking County Magistrate Fang before him, he felt as if a line of text was written above the other's head.

—Just say it, will you let me get a piece or not!

If someone from Li Family Village were here instead, they would probably be very willing to reply: We appreciate your auspicious words.

"Haha, Little Mountain Lord, you jest." County Magistrate Fang laughed, his expression seeming not ashamed but rather proud, "Does this osmanthus tree planted by Little Mountain Lord have any special significance?"

"Yes." Feng Yifan nodded, "Its osmanthus flowers are especially fragrant."

County Magistrate Fang was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, clearly not believing it.

Feng Yifan ignored him. After speaking, he moved to the other side of the well and dug a few more holes.

Placed some grass seeds inside.

"...And these seeds are?" County Magistrate Fang followed and asked.

"Some grasses that can bear wild fruits." Feng Yifan said, "When the time comes, you can come pick a few to taste. They're said to be very delicious."

"Has Little Mountain Lord not eaten them?" County Magistrate Fang probed.

"I'm not even half a year old yet." Feng Yifan declared shamelessly, "I was born last early winter. These fruits bear in autumn; how could I possibly have eaten them?"

"...Little Mountain Lord, you don't look like it." County Magistrate Fang slightly sized up the tiger demon before him and couldn't help but say.

Generally, tigers are fully grown at three to four years old. This tiger was as tall as his waist; he thought it was at least a half-grown tiger, two or three years old.

"That's because I'm naturally meant to be tall and mighty." Feng Yifan said.

"...Hehe." County Magistrate Fang couldn't find a response to this one.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet?" Feng Yifan patted his paws and asked County Magistrate Fang.

"My surname is Fang, given name He, styled Zhiyou." County Magistrate Fang said, "How should I address you, Little Mountain Lord?"

"Oh, Little Fang." Feng Yifan nodded, "Feng Yifan."

"Brother Feng can address me as Zhiyou." County Magistrate Fang smiled.

"Oh." Feng Yifan conjured another cloud, then looked at County Magistrate Fang, "Little Fang, do you want more to drink?"

The implication was that if you want to drink, don't catch it with your hands; open your mouth, and I'll make the cloud rain directly into your mouth.

"...Brother Yifan, let's make peace." County Magistrate Fang rubbed his nose, "Although I don't know why you dislike me calling you Brother Feng, and I won't allow you to call me Little Fang, how about we each take a step back?"

"Okay, mispronunciation."

"..."

"mispronunciation, can County Magistrates in your Great Yong sell official positions?" Feng Yifan asked, "I want someone from Li Family Village to become an official runner in the county yamen, the kind with a formal government post."

"...If Brother Yifan asks this way, then the answer is certainly no." Fang Zhiyou thought for a moment, understood his meaning, and laughed heartily, "However, runners are not considered officials."

Then he looked at Feng Yifan and extended two fingers, rubbing them together.

"mispronunciation, as expected of you!"

Feng Yifan couldn't help but sigh, "You can not only force your way into getting a piece, you also know how to demand it outright!"

Does Great Yong have a discipline inspection commission?

This lord is going to report you to the central authorities!