Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Ten days later, at the Ping'an County Government Office.

Jiang Fu'an carried a bulging, half-person-high coarse cloth bag into Sun Xiuyuan's office.

He placed the bag on the table beside him and smiled at Sun Xiuyuan, who was reading official documents, saying:

"Brother Sun, thanks to the weapons you helped us purchase during this beast tide, my son and I were able to make some gains."

"This is meat from a half-spirit beast that we hunted. I dried it a bit before bringing it here for you to try, Brother Sun."

Sun Xiuyuan looked surprised when he saw the huge bag.

"Wow! It seems Brother Fu'an has made quite a haul this time."

As he spoke, he stood up, untied the rope at the top of the bag, and peered inside.

Seeing the dark brown strips of dried meat inside, he couldn't help but beam with delight, but politely said:

"This is too much, I can't accept it."

Jiang Fu'an didn't really think it was too much.

The main problem was that he had too much food stored at home, more than enough for the twenty-odd people in the courtyard. He was worried that it would spoil if left for too long.

However, this cannot be said directly.

He nodded in agreement with Sun Xiuyuan's words:

"If it's just for you, Brother Sun, to try it, then it's indeed too much."

"However, this wasn't prepared just for you."

"The young master of the manor is currently at the age of rapid growth. If he could drink a bowl of porridge made with the meat of this half-spirit beast every day, it would be wonderful."

"It will greatly benefit your future cultivation by laying a solid foundation."

"Hehehe!"

Upon mentioning his youngest son, Sun Xiuyuan immediately burst out laughing:

"Brother Fu'an is right! That brat is probably eating now, he changes every day."

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony with you. I appreciate your kind gesture!"

"Please have a seat for a moment. I'll finish processing the documents right away, and then we can have a proper chat."

Jiang Fu'an nodded and found a chair nearby to sit down.

Besides thanking Sun Xiuyuan for his previous help, I also had another matter to inquire about when I came to the county government office.

A few days ago, he vaguely heard some rumors.

A few days ago, he overheard someone saying that there were unfamiliar faces loitering around Qinglu Mountain, seemingly interested in buying the Wang family's spiritual field.

This news immediately put him on alert.

The Wang family's spiritual field was not far from his home, and it was one of the targets he had been secretly eyeing and wanted to acquire in the future.

Now that he's heard someone wants to get involved, he has to go find Sun Xiuyuan to ask about the situation.

Before long, Sun Xiuyuan packed up the official documents, led him out of the county government office, and went straight into a teahouse next door.

The waiter, familiar with the place, led the two into a private room on the second floor, brewed a pot of hot tea, and then left, closing the door behind him.

After a few casual words, the two inevitably brought up the recent beast tide.

Sun Xiuyuan put down his teacup and sighed inwardly:

"Those sects and large families have reaped considerable benefits from this beast tide."

"But when it happens to us mortals, it's truly a disaster."

"In Ping'an Town alone, over a thousand people have gone missing or died during the beast tide."

Jiang Fu'an remained silent.

He remembered that the entire town had a population of only about 50,000.

Those that went missing, needless to say, most of them ended up in the bellies of monsters and will never return.

If you calculate it this way, there's one less person out of fifty.

"By the way, Brother Fu'an, have you heard? The Wang family also suffered a significant loss this time."

Sun Xiuyuan suddenly brought it up.

Jiang Fu'an knew that he was referring to the Wang family that Ma Ping had married into.

A few years ago, they seized the Rong family's first-grade high-level spiritual vein, so naturally, it became one of the targets of the beast attack during this beast tide.

Could it be that... the sale of spirit fields at Qinglu Mountain is related to the losses this time?

He immediately sat up straighter and asked curiously:

"How could they have suffered such significant losses? Isn't Ma Ping's daughter a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

"It was because of his daughter that the Wang family only suffered 'significant losses' instead of being completely wiped out."

Sun Xiuyuan shook his head, his tone filled with emotion:

"I heard their protective mountain formation was breached, but luckily his daughter arrived in time and led her men to repel the beast tide..."

Jiang Fu'an listened silently, his mind churning with thoughts.

It seems that having a spiritual vein is not enough; one must also have the ability to protect it.

After Sun Xiuyuan had finished speaking, Jiang Fu'an casually brought up the topic:

"No wonder I heard a few days ago that there were unfamiliar faces wandering around Qinglu Mountain, seemingly interested in buying the spiritual fields there."

"It seems the Wang family has suffered a major blow this time and is desperately needing spirit stones to tide them over."

"Is this really true?"

Sun Xiuyuan was initially surprised, then his expression turned wistful:

"The spiritual fields of Qinglu Mountain were irrigated by the Wang family with the mountain's spiritual spring water for over thirty years to reach their current size. If they really wanted to sell them, they probably wouldn't be willing to part with them."

"It takes more than thirty years to cultivate a spirit field?"

Jiang Fu'an took the opportunity to ask the question that had been on his mind:

"Then their spirit fields must be incredibly expensive, right?"

"Naturally, it's not cheap."

Sun Xiuyuan stroked his beard and pondered for a moment:

"I have seen several records of spirit field transactions in the past. One mu of spirit field would cost at least thirty to fifty spirit stones."

"The Wang family's spirit field is probably at least a hundred acres. That would cost at least several thousand spirit stones."

Several thousand spirit stones...

This amount is something Jiang Fu'an can't possibly come up with now, even if he saves for another ten years.

Moreover, even if he managed to gather the full amount of spirit stones, he wouldn't dare to go to the door to buy them with such a large sum of spirit stones.

It seems this matter cannot be rushed.

We must wait until the seedlings reach the late stage of Qi Refining and the family has some ability to protect itself before we can make any further plans.

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A few days later.

The Jiang family mansion was bustling with noise and activity.

Today is the day when Old Master Xu is celebrating the full moon of his newborn son.

Jiang Fu'an, mindful of the many years he had served him, allowed him to prepare for entertaining guests in the courtyard.

More than ten square tables were set up in the courtyard. Women served dishes and soup, while children squeezed in and out between the tables.

Old Xu was wearing a half-new indigo jacket, his face was flushed, and he would drink almost any toast offered to him in one gulp.

As the sun began to set, he carried his son, wrapped in a red swaddling cloth, and walked unsteadily to Jiang Fu'an's table.

The child was sleeping soundly, his little face chubby.

Old Xu's tone was exceptionally sincere:

"Master, could you please, in your spare time, help me discipline this kid?"

Jiang Fu'an was taken aback upon hearing this, and put down his chopsticks:

"Let me discipline them? I have no experience disciplining children."

This wasn't an excuse; he mostly let his three children grow up freely and didn't deliberately restrict them.

But Boss Xu didn't think so.

He admired the three children of the landlord the most.

The eldest daughter became an immortal, the second daughter trained a skilled eagle at a young age, and the third son was even more agile and recently embarked on the path to immortality.

He pleaded again, emboldened by the alcohol:

"Master, I won't trouble you too much, just a few pointers now and then."

Seeing his insistence, Jiang Fu'an could no longer refuse and could only nod in agreement:

"Okay, I've got it. When he's older and can run and talk, I'll help you discipline him."