"As usual, as good as ever."

Everyone was overjoyed, and their hearts dropped again.

After all, as the guarding alchemist of the elixir garden, if Zhang Heng wants to take drastic measures, they must also recognize the three talents of this new official.

Now nothing has changed, Zhang Heng looked like he was handing over the shopkeeper.

This attitude is also what everyone wants to see most.

What they are most afraid of is a gesticulating and cool-tempered living grandfather.

Take these 108 medicinal dishes as an example. If Zhang Heng dropped his chopsticks and said: "I can't eat such luxury."

It is estimated that many people will not be able to sleep tonight.

night...

Zhang Heng had just settled down.

Before the lights were turned off, there was a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I saw the manager of the elixir garden.

Compared to Zhang Heng, the guarding alchemist, the director of the medicine garden is the main person in charge of the daily affairs of the elixir garden, equivalent to the county magistrate below the senior county official.

"Alchemist..."

The director of the medicine garden was holding a wooden box in his hand, and his words were quite ambiguous: "Our medicine garden has 300,000 acres of elixir fields. Some of the elixirs produced are turned over to the sect, and some are sold.

Gave it to the medicine merchant."

Said.

The director of the medicine garden handed over the box and said cautiously: "This gift is a little thought from those medicine dealers. You see..."

"What are you looking at?"

Zhang Heng took the wooden box and opened it to take a look.

The first thing that catches the eye is that inside the box are three gods-transformation flowers that can increase the chance of transforming into gods. In terms of value, they are enough to bankrupt the Yuanying disciples.

"That's it?"

Zhang Heng threw the box on the table. Because he used too much force, the flower of transformation in the box also fell to the ground: "I am not an arrogant person who refuses to live with the world, but what is this? Treat me like a beggar."

Yes, do those drug dealers still want to do this?"

Upon hearing this.

The director of the medicine garden was not angry but happy, and said: "Alchemist, please calm down, this is just asking for directions. When we collect the medicinal materials at the end of the month, you will definitely be indispensable."

Zhang Heng smiled half-heartedly: "One serving, will you be full?"

The supervisor lowered his eyebrows and said in a respectful manner: "You are the guardian alchemist of the medicine garden. How do you do it, so we can do it well."

Zhang Heng also smiled back and said with a pun: "I don't even think about the 300,000 acres of elixir garden."

Everyone is smart.

They looked at each other and smiled without saying a word.

"Three divine flowers, what a great gesture!"

the next day.

After hearing that the director of the medicine garden came to give gifts, Zhang Yitong looked envious: "I almost want to be an alchemist."

Zhang Heng refused to answer this: "I looked through the accounts of the medicine garden, and there is no problem with the accounts. But the biggest problem is that there is no problem. For a medicine garden of 300,000 acres, the accounts are meticulous and clean. How is it possible?

"

"And I suspect that there are more than 300,000 acres of spiritual fields in the medicine garden."

"There are thirty-four thousand registered spiritual farmers in Qingmiao City. Are there many who are not registered?"

"I guess there are at least 100,000 acres of hidden fields in the medicine garden, which have been divided up by various people. This is the reason why medicine dealers are so attached to Qingmiao City, otherwise they would just supply the little left outside the fairy gate.

How can these people eat enough leftovers?"

Hear this.

Zhang Yitong didn't know what to say, and sighed: "The battle is tight in the front, and the moths are in the back. Fortunately, the Maitreya Holy Land is just as bad, otherwise our side..."

He shook his head and said nothing else.

Zhang Heng didn't pay attention and said: "The essence of war is an extension of desire. People at the top can get more power. The rich want to make more money, while ordinary people are just chips and cannon fodder."

"I'm not sure who will win this conflict between the Immortal Sect and Maitreya Holy Land, but I know who will lose."

"The losers must be those ordinary monks. War in ancient and modern times is nothing more than this."

"Take the stalemate that has lasted for two thousand years as an example. A few true immortal monks have died, but they can only be counted with one hand."

"As for the earthly immortals, none of them have died."

"As for ordinary monks, there are quite a few who, like the Zhang family, have their whole family killed in battle, leaving only orphans and widowed mothers."

"To talk about good and evil is just a lie. At least in my opinion, a so-called proud man like Yun Lingzhi is just a robber to put it bluntly."

"It is true that he has great talent and amazing luck. He is the idol of many people."

"But is he really just?"

"I'm afraid not necessarily."
Chapter completed!