Chapter 42: Only % off, I want to see my great talent

Mother Earth Tree Realm, East District 8.

Jiang Mozhu's figure came like a breeze.

"Meet Elder Jiang."

The Mohist disciple who was controlling the Spirit-Seeking Grass Dog flushed red as if he had been injected with chicken blood when he saw Jiang Mozhu coming.

Although Jiang Mozhu has only been in the Ministry of Industry for less than half a day, she has already become the dream goddess of all the young people in the Ministry of Industry.

That temperament...that figure...

It's haunting.

The Mohist disciples felt like they were in love.

"I heard that the progress of your East Eighth District has doubled. What's going on?" Jiang Mozhu ignored the Mo family disciples' little thoughts and asked straight to the point.

"Elder Jiang, you are lucky!"

"lucky?"

Jiang Mozhu couldn't help but be stunned, and an expression of inextricable surprise appeared on her pretty face.

On the way to East District 8, she thought of many reasons.

For example, working hard.

For example, optimizing the process.

For example, doing two things at once.

But I never thought that the reasons given by the Mohist disciples were so nonsensical.

lucky?
"How lucky is that?"

"Elder Jiang, you should also know that only half of the spirit-seeking grass dogs are useful. The other half either don't find spirit nodes or find the wrong ones."

"It's half right and half wrong, which affects our work efficiency."

"But the spirit seeds of the spirit-seeking grass dogs just now were all good species."

"Elder Jiang, do you think you are lucky?"

When Mohist disciples talked about the latest batch of spirit seeds, they were so excited that they danced with joy.

For the disciples of Mohism, repeatability is a pursuit ingrained in their bones.

The same mechanism parts need to be exactly the same in order to be interchangeable for practice.

An existence like the Soul-Seeking Grass Dog, which is half feasible and half impossible, tortured the Mohist disciples so much that their heads almost went bald.

“They are all good breeds!”

Two rays of light burst out from Jiang Mozhu's eyes, as if they could tear the sky apart.

Her expression still looked calm, but her heart was already filled with turbulent waves.

Without any pause, Jiang Mozhu tiptoed and turned into a breeze, turning back. He flew so fast that he flew over the treetops and startled the birds.

Soon, they returned to the farmer's residence.

"Check for me, who cultivated the spiritual seeds in East District 8?" Jiang Mozhu's voice had an inaudible tremor.

Xunling Grass Dog is a 100% pure breed, which is a huge breakthrough for farmers.

The difficult problem that had been bothering her before was solved just like that?
The farmer's disciples were confused and didn't understand Jiang Mozhu's intention, but under Jiang Mozhu's urging, they quickly found out the origin of the spiritual seeds in the East Eighth District.

"Elder Jiang, the spirit seeds from the East Eighth District were harvested by Senior Brother Chen Xuan."

"Let Chen Xuan come to see me immediately."

Soon, a farmer's disciple named Chen Xuan came to meet Jiang Mozhu.

Chen Xuan's legs went weak and he muttered to himself, could it be that Elder Jiang had discovered that he was painting Elder Jiang's portrait and secretly fantasizing about it at night?

"Hello, Elder Jiang." Chen Xuan said stiffly.

"Chen Xuan, did you cultivate the latest batch of spirit seeds in East District 8?"

It turns out it’s not about the portrait.

Chen Xuan couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Your Highness, Elder Jiang, I did not cultivate those spiritual seeds."

“Who cultivated it?”

"I don't know about this either."

"That batch of spiritual seeds happened to be planted next to my spiritual field. I saw no one was harvesting them, so I harvested them."

"Elder Jiang, is there a problem with that batch of spirit seeds?"

"There is indeed a problem!"

Jiang Mozhu's expression was extremely solemn, which made Chen Xuan's heart, which had just been put at ease, hang in his throat again.

"The spiritual seeds of that batch of Spirit Seeking Grass Dogs have a high quality rate of 100%."

"Ten percent?"

"How is that possible?" "Isn't Xia Kui only 70%?"

hiss--

Chen Xuan couldn't help but feel shocked and took a breath.

Jiang Mozhu looked at Chen Xuan intently and confirmed that the spiritual seeds in the East Eighth District indeed had nothing to do with Chen Xuan.

She frowned and gave an order.

"Have all the farm disciples stop what they are doing and gather at the spiritual fields where the spiritual seeds are being cultivated in the East Eighth District."

Jiang Mozhu made a prompt decision.

Perhaps this will slow down the activation of the roots of the Earth Mother Tree, but how this batch of spiritual seeds are cultivated is too important for farmers.

Soon, all the farm disciples gathered in the spiritual field.

Such a big commotion naturally alarmed Mo Sihai, Luo Zixu, and the other two elders of the farming family.

"Elder Mozhu, what happened?"

"Have you gathered all the disciples together?" Luo Zixu asked curiously.

Jiang Mozhu recounted the situation in East District 8.

hiss--

hiss--

hiss--

Luo Zixu and the two elders from the farming families all gasped.

Expressions of surprise, shock, ecstasy, and excitement emerged from their faces and intertwined together, making their expressions as wonderful as possible.

"Luo Zixu, congratulations!"

Mo Sihai bowed and congratulated Luo Zixu, but he felt sour in his heart, as if he had pinched a lemon.

Why do they have so many talented people in farming families, and why are their factions and theories so easy to break through as easy as drinking tea and eating?
In contrast, our Mohist School has been stumped for a thousand years with a mechanical ascension plan.

"Hahahaha!"

"No need to congratulate yet. We haven't found out yet who cultivated these spiritual seeds."

Soon, all the farmers' disciples present were questioned one by one.

But after asking everyone, no one admitted that they had cultivated the batch of spiritual seeds in East District 8.

This time, Luo Zixu, Jiang Mozhu and all the farmers were stunned.

Wasn’t it raised by a farmer’s disciple?
Could it be that this batch of spiritual seeds fell from the sky?
Mo Sihai's eyes flashed twice, and a bold idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Besides the disciples of the Farmer School, there are only disciples of the Mohist School here."

"Could it be..."

brush--

brush--

brush--

Several gazes fell on Mo Sihai.

The same guesses that Mo Sihai could think of were also thought of by the farmers.

"Mo Sihai, your Mo family actually has such a great talent, why don't you introduce him to me?"

This time, it was Luo Zixu's turn to feel jealous.

Although Mo Sihai didn't know who was the culprit, he still looked confident, as if everything was under control.

"Luo Zixu, this is a great talent that our Mohist School has secretly cultivated. This is the foundation of our Mohist School. How can we show this to others so easily?"

"Mo Sihai, you are still pretending."

Seeing Mo Sihai laughing off the topic, Luo Zixu felt angry and annoyed, but he did not dare to lose his temper, for fear that Mo Sihai would really hide the great talent of the Mo School.

"Mo Sihai, don't you want to find the spiritual grass dog and the spiritual veins of plants and trees?"

"I can make the decision and give you a 20% discount."

"Humph--"

"With just a 20% discount, you want to see the face of my great Mo family talent? Who are you looking down on?" Mo Sihai flicked his sleeves and snorted.

“50% off!”

"Mo Sihai, this is my greatest sincerity. You should know that we farmers have never sold spiritual seeds at a 50% discount."

"Tsk! With only a 50% discount, you want to see my great talent from the Mohist school? Who are you looking down on?"

Having said that, Mo Sihai ignored Luo Zixu and turned away.

Looking at Mo Sihai's departing back, Luo Zixu stomped his feet and roared with gritted teeth.

"You are going too far, old man!"

(End of this chapter)