C17 (1/2)

”Ye Feng, we looked down on you before, I never thought that you had the talent to gather herbs. Hmm, Manager Zhang was right, you are indeed not trash.”

”Since that's the case, this Deacon cannot waste your talent. How about this, from tomorrow onwards, you will be a member of the Zhao Family Manor's herb collecting team, and as long as you hand over a middle grade yellow-ranked spirit medicine to the manor every day, you and your sister Hua Ling can live peacefully in the manor.” Zhao Tianle squinted his eyes and said.

”What?”

Hua Ling was extremely furious.

He had to hand over a medium-grade spiritual herb every day?

Why don't you go die?

Although big brother has picked a lot of medicinal herbs this time, picking herbs is a matter of luck. Forget about medium-grade spiritual medicines, sometimes even low-grade spiritual medicines might not be able to pick one every day. Moreover, this way, I must enter the Great Black Forest everyday.

Sooner or later, something would happen!

This fellow ate people without spitting out their bones.

”Deacon Zhao, you must be joking. There will always be a day when the spiritual medicines are exhausted. There aren't many middle-grade spiritual medicines that appear in the outer perimeter. Not to mention one a day, I'm afraid that not even one would be able to do it in ten days.”

Ye Feng spoke slowly, as he did so, his gaze turned towards the large dustpan on the long table that was filled with medicinal ingredients.

With so many medicinal ingredients gathered here, the spirituality being emitted had long stirred the Evergreen And Everlasting Vein. Ye Feng had been enduring it all this while, but it was not convenient for him to make a strange move in public.

Now that Zhao Tianle didn't have anything to do, he found an opportunity.

”However, I, Ye Feng cannot ignore Deacon Zhao's good intentions. How about this, let me consider …”

”You'd better!” Zhao Tianle's face darkened, and threatened, ”Zhao Family Manor does not allow for the nurturing of idle people!”

Hearing that, Ye Feng's expression became extremely ugly, his body stiffened and did not move.

The spectators all thought that Ye Feng was shocked by Deacon Zhao.

Trash was still trash after all. They would be scared witless if they were even slightly scared. Hmph …

”Alright then. Deacon Zhao, but I have only been in touch with the herbs for a short period of time, so I do not know about many of them. Can you give me some time to carefully observe them? ” After a long while, Ye Feng helplessly nodded, and extended his hand out, pointing at the large dustpan on the long table.

”Go!”

There was no need to mention the happiness in Zhao Tianle's heart.

However, on the surface, he pretended to be indifferent and generously waved his hand.

”Big brother, how could you agree to such a condition?” Hua Ling said in a low and urgent voice. She reached out to pull Ye Feng, but Ye Feng turned his head and gave her a look.

”Do you believe me, brother?”

”I believe you, but …” Hua Ling still wanted to say something.

”Just a letter is enough. Come, accompany big brother to take a look at those spiritual medicines. Next time, I'll get to know you.” Ye Feng smiled as he led her over. He picked up the most eye-catching hundred year old ginseng from the big dustpan …

”...”

One after another.

Very quickly, Ye Feng had touched all the spirit medicines in the large dustpan. In the eyes of Zhao Tianle and the others, he only casually touched them, and then, he put them back.