Ning Zheng was deeply moved, being a Manor Master really isn't easy!

Luckily, Jiucai Rong is reliable.

He forcefully opposed and rejected each ridiculous ancestral worship suggestion from the villa's council members.

If it weren't for his painstaking management, who knows what this villa would have turned into.

Especially you, Su Yuniang!

You're clever, but also the least reliable.

Such a huge food safety issue, taking advantage of the old steward's absence to cut corners just to save a bunch of chickens and ducks?

Just when Ning Zheng wanted to continue praising Jiucai Rong.

Jiucai Rong pondered for a moment, then spoke ambiguously:

"To save costs, let's not mention offering gutter meat and sewage tofu to our ancestors for now."

He paused, his eyes sharply scanning around, "I think we should focus on making this Magical Artifact first. If we can't make it by tomorrow, then all ideas are just fantasies."

Su Yuniang's expression instantly turned serious, "This is up to my Enchanter team. I'll immediately take those three Meat Lingzhi and have people open Three Flowers!"

Daojiu exhaled, "If she can come up with an Enchanter, I'll immediately lead the blacksmith team to forge, trying to rush out the Magical Artifact by tomorrow."

The Food God also began to speak earnestly:

"If Daojiu can create the Meat Field Magical Artifact, I'll immediately lead the chef team, hanging on steel ropes, to the dormitory basement...plant, cultivate, and test the characteristics of the ingredients."

"After all, gutter meat should be similar to gutter oil... I'm best at using heavy oil and seasoning to cover up the off-flavor of ingredients."

He added:

"Hmm, but personally I don't think there will be an off-flavor, just like how many rural areas still use farm manure without the vegetables tasting bad. In fact, it's more delicious and natural. I suggest everyone not to resist and rationally view the food."

Everyone immediately started discussing how to create the Meat Field Magical Artifact.

Ning Zheng sat in the courtyard under the manor, expressionless: So, Jiucai Rong, what exactly are you doing?

And at this moment, the audience's perspective was also buzzing.

"I'm dying of laughter, this bunch of black-hearted merchants! So eager to cut corners, how did they suddenly turn into a duck-rescue relay?!"

"I'm heartbroken, pity my ancestors."

"Ancestors: This meat is simply thrilling! My craving for this meat is like taking a laxative, one after another."

"Woooo, old steward, hurry up and manage them."

"However, kudos to the septic tank idea, they actually came up with this technique, completely solving the toilet problem, Meat Field, this is truly an R-toilet in essence (funny)."

...

Ning Zheng watched them go crazy and silently turned off the entire view.

Sighing thankfully he was watching closely.

If there were no accidents, as expected, another accident occurred.

Sitting in the courtyard, he sat in a rocking chair, listening to the sound of trees swaying in the wind, gazing at the distant mountains, and began to silently ponder the consequences of this matter.

Even if Jiucai Rong gave in, he wouldn't allow such a disgraceful act...

At least not in the short term.

This wasn't a joke.

He needed to test the embers of the ancestors and the status of the three cemetery graves outside the village.

Naturally, everything had to be prepared properly, without any flaws.

Otherwise, if people in the entire villa are exposed as not being of the same bloodline, it would be ruin and extinction for the manor.

They acted recklessly because they didn't know the truth and reality, unaware that the owner of the villa had long become a counterfeit, but Ning Zheng couldn't afford to be reckless.

That's why he needed to supervise.

Of course, their intention to save money for the Lord of the Manor was still commendable!

If they find no problems after a few worships and gradually change the ingredients, Ning Zheng thinks it might be possible.

After all, they're not really his ancestors.

Having something to eat is already good enough.

It's just about putting on a facade, he really didn't intend to pity the other party.

...

...

Noon.

The entire villa was immersed in a state of surprise.

Many blacksmiths who wanted to participate in the ancestral worship took the chance to open a wave of Three Flowers today, preparing to transition to the Human Race after death, gaining the possibility of ancestor worship.

But each of them was strapped for cash.

Many had not yet paid off the 20 Magic Coins loan from before and now had to go borrow again, accumulating interest on interest.

This made them both love and hate Jiucai Rong.

As for the increased probability of seeing embers with 50 Magic Coins?

They couldn't afford the loan.

This resulted in the current embers being only Dizzy, Su Yuniang, and Medical Fairy.

Just as everyone was preparing to plant Spirit Roots and open a wave of Three Flowers again.

Su Yuniang forcefully burst out:

"Folks, stop cultivating those pirated Mixed Spirit Roots! I have free official Lower Grade Spirit Roots, worth 100 Magic Coins, free for those of you Enchanters who've opened Three Flowers to use."

Everyone immediately felt this woman was vicious.

Free Lower Grade Spirit Root Meat Lingzhi? ×

Become a cleaning Magical Artifact in the toilet? √

No way even if I'm paid! They've already envisioned it.

In the dormitory, blacksmiths pointed to the bottom of the Meat Field several meters deep while on the toilet:

"Isn't that Meat Field made from XXX's skeleton? He ate quite a lot today too, his appetite is really good."

This is practically an on-the-spot social death at the manor.

For players, they don't fear dying while forging a Magical Artifact, but they fear social death.

In the future, whenever they see a Self-Cleansing Magical Artifact for a septic tank, they'll think of someone.

Su Yuniang felt a bit regretful when everyone didn't fall for it, and raised the stakes again:

"Get a Lower Grade Spiritual Root for free with 100 Magic Coins, and additionally sponsor 30—no, 50 Magic Coins, what are you waiting for?"

Some people were tempted, but still decisively refused.

As good as these Magic Coins are, they didn't want to suffer social death. They could grind hard for a month to get fifty Magic Coins, but a social death lasts a lifetime.

Su Yuniang was immediately at a loss.

Never did she imagine that the first step with this Meat Lingzhi would get stuck?

But in the end, she was smart. She counted the number of Human Race people prepared to open Three Flowers, "How about a lottery? 25 people, randomly pick one lucky person."

"Just by participating in the lottery, everyone gets a reward of 5 Magic Coins. Doesn't anyone believe in their European Emperor luck? The odds are high that you won't win, and you get 5 Magic Coins just for participating."

Su Yuniang, like a reincarnated Enchanting Demon, tempted them:

"At the same time, the lucky friend shouldn't be afraid because if you win, no one will know it was you."

"We will blindfold you, throw you into a room, and everyone will select a random Spiritual Root blindly, directly opening Three Flowers."

"Spectators will also be blind and won't see anything, and then everyone commits suicide on the spot, jumps into the incinerator to destroy the body, and the blacksmith team enters afterward, so no one knows who actually won, and even if you did, you wouldn't know you won before being turned into a Magical Artifact."

The crowd began to waver.

Damn it.

This cunning woman is practically a demon.

Five Magic Coins, wow.

No one believed they were unlucky. Even if they got caught, no one would know it was them.

"I'm in."

"This European Emperor volunteers to step up."

"We're playing for excitement."

...

A group of people eagerly signed up.

Thus, a very difficult matter was easily resolved.

Making the other onlooking blacksmiths sigh, Su Yuniang was indeed a woman with some skills.

The batch of Enchanters planting Three Flowers began.

By dusk, the Magical Artifacts began to come out, and a corpse forged three Demon Swords growing with flesh and blood, capable of sprouting flesh through absorbing flesh, blood, and various nutrients.

One could only say, this sword fights like a chicken rib.

The Food God couldn't believe how quickly these people acted, their efficiency was super high. No wonder they were all veterans at doing limited-time tasks. He bravely began planting the Meat Field.

This Meat Field was not a Five Elements Great Cycle.

It was only one element.

Since it couldn't regenerate, it would be completely consumed in less than half a month.

But no one cared about that.

Their original intention was just to accumulate experience, to create one and see what happens first.

In the future, when someone cultivates the Five Elements Great Cycle, they can then create a true Meat Field Magical Artifact that can last long as a cleaning filter.

The Food God felt a bit scared:

"Thankfully, it's simpler than imagined. No need to personally go down to spread the Meat Field, just directly attach a chain and toss it into the nutrient-rich pool. Hopefully, something good grows by tomorrow."

He admitted that he had bragged a bit earlier.

The louder he bragged before, the more timid he felt now. Who would really want to be a poop scooper? Just thinking about it was frightening.

"Medical Fairy, Dizzy, keep an eye tonight, let's see what happens tomorrow."

By the time everything was finished, it was almost seven in the evening. Jiucai Rong and others had been busy all day, preparing to log off for tomorrow's grand ancestor worship.

...

The next morning.

Ning Zheng got up very early, today the manor officially welcomed the new year.

Though the new year was a few days later than outside.

He slowly climbed the mountain, and from afar, he saw that the manor was adorned with lights and decorations, joyful excitement everywhere.

A group of people was scrambling to light firecrackers, and had pulled up banners.

Someone adhered couplets with homemade glue, and another person held a crude lion head for a lion dance, jumping on stilts, continuously practicing.

Today's schedule was simple.

Lighting firecrackers at the manor, celebrating a bit, getting the team ready, and lively heading for ancestor worship.

Arriving at the manor entrance, Ning Zheng saw someone writing couplets in front of the notice board, with two lines of characters flying like dragons and phoenixes on both sides of the manor:

[Candles extinguish into embers, burning souls remain resolute]

[Life cast in the crucible, blade, spear, sword, and halberd continue onward]

"So cool, with some repairs, the solemn epic feel of ancient prehistory architecture instantly emerges. Too bad the merchant big sister can't see it."

"Sigh, the merchant big sister will come back to buy the blind boxes later, don't worry."

Crackle and pop.

The firecrackers went off again, sparks flying.

Ning Zheng, under the watchful eyes of everyone, began to deliver a speech:

"Today is New Year's Day, also the first big New Year for the blacksmiths who signed a ten-year long-term contract at the manor here within ten years."

"I hope everyone treats the manor as their own home, works hard together, and develops the manor better, making it the first manor known across the world."

With that, Ning Zheng lit the firecrackers hanging at the manor entrance and set off the fireworks.

The blacksmiths below also began to applaud enthusiastically.

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