Mi Xiaojing doesn’t need to do anything, he just needs to watch it from the side. The rent collected is mainly wheat and sorghum, and some millet, a small amount of rice, soybeans, and some red beans and mung beans, which are all very ordinary grains.

Some tenants don’t have that much food, so they can also hand over some coarse cloth they woven by themselves. Other tenants will also offer additional offerings, mainly dried radishes, pickles, dried chili, garlic and so on.

The village chief’s front yard was crowded and bustling. The noisy sound made Mi Xiaojing very upset. He always came and went alone, and the sect was a very quiet place. Even if he went up the mountain, it was very quiet and rarely encountered such noisy and lively people.

Mi Xiaojing cannot leave the front yard for the time being. His status is actually quite high. You should know that although Yanmen is peaceful, it is also a place with strict hierarchy. Mi Xiaojing is the last stage of the Pratyekabuddha period, and he is at the highest level in the Pratyekabuddha period.

Therefore, among these masters, Mi Xiaojing is second only to Master Zeng Li. Of course, Master Zeng Li is one level higher than him. Master Zeng Li is the derivation of the Dharma-Sighting Period, which is equivalent to the foundation-building period of the cultivator. In Xiyan Sect, he is an absolute master.

The originally noisy sound suddenly became even louder, and a bunch of people squeezed in at the door. From Mi Xiaojing's eyes, this is a family, with about ten men and women's football teams.

He asked the village chief: "Uncle, is this a family?"

A trace of splendor flashed in the village chief's eyes. He was not Yan Xiu, but a martial arts practitioner.

"This is the Luo family, and it's very domineering in Fenglin Village."

The old man of the Luo family gave birth to four sons. After the son got married, he gave birth to twelve children, six of whom were already adults. In addition to the wife of the family, this family is crowded and powerful, so he is a bully in the village, probably the village chief can suppress it.

The whole family came, carrying loads and pushing wooden wheels. The land that the family had planted was among the top in Fenglin Village. They harvested a lot and paid a lot of rent.

The Luo family is more domineering in the village, but they dare not be disrespectful to the masters of Xiyan Sect. Whether it is force or strength, the Luo family is a scumbag in front of the masters of Xiyan Sect, and they are quite respectful to the masters.

Mi Xiaojing watched from the side that the rent paid by the Luo family was actually rice. He knew that the Luo family occupied all the best fields, and only the best fields could plant rice. Because it was irrigated, rice fields were usually only by the stream. Judging from this point of view, the people of the Luo family were indeed domineering.

In addition to rice, the Luo family also gave a large jar of bean paste. This is a good thing, and there are various pickled vegetables, including radishes, which are pickled dried radishes, which are as many as four baskets. In other words, in addition to paying rent, the Luo family also gave many offerings to Xiyanmen.

Master Zeng Li was very satisfied with this. Seeing his kindness towards the old man of the Luo family, he knew his attitude towards the Luo family.

This kind of tenant is the most popular among Xiyanmen. Even if it is a bit domineering, Xiyanmen will still tolerate it, which makes the Luo family more unscrupulous in the village.

Mi Xiaojing felt pretty good about the Luo family. He could pay so much rent and so many offerings. It was obvious that the Luo family attached great importance to Xiyan Sect. As the master of Xiyan Sect, Mi Xiaojing was of course quite satisfied with Master Zeng Li.

What's more, the old man of the Luo family personally brought the whole family to pay the rent, and his attitude was extremely respectful, which made the masters of Xiyanmen very satisfied.

But soon, the masters frowned.

When the Luo family entered the door, they were busy paying the rent. The old man of the Luo family was talking to Master Zeng Li. At this time, a child came in from outside the door. He looked only seven or eight years old and was extremely thin. He had a big head and a very thin neck, which seemed to be difficult to support such a big head.

The clothes he was wearing were extremely worn and could only barely cover his body. He struggled to drag a basket of radishes and moved into the yard bit by bit. Before he could walk far, his legs suddenly became weak and fell to the ground. The radishes in the bamboo basket immediately rolled out.

Mi Xiaojing happened to see that he was about to come forward to support him, but the next scene shocked him.

An ugly man kicked the child who was kneeling on the ground and picked up the radish, and then he followed him, raised his hand and hit him.

Master Zeng Li shouted loudly.

"Stop! Bastard!"

Everyone could hear the anger in Master Zeng Li's tone.

Mi Xiaojing suspected that this kick might have kicked the child to death, and the man was going to hit him. He was also angry and ran to the child in a few steps. He suddenly pushed the man with his shoulder, and a huge force burst out. The man staggered back and almost fell down.

The old man of the Luo family shouted, "Second, get out of here!"

The ugly man's face turned blue and looked furious.

The old man of the Luo family apologized.

"Master, sorry, the child has lost his composure."

Master Zeng Li's face was gloomy.

"Is this kid your family?"

Mi Xiaojing stepped forward and helped the child up. He saw a footprint on the child's shoulder, and there were a few scratched blood marks on his face just now. He couldn't help but feel angry.

"Why are you so cruel! He is just a child!"

The old man of the Luo family sighed.

"My little master, I'm sorry, this is my little grandson. He just hit him...yes, his father."

Suddenly, there was a silence around me. I beat my son, but outsiders couldn't argue. It was a family matter. What else could you say?

Mi Xiaojing was also helpless, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Even a father, you can't beat the child like this!"

The old man of the Luo family did not refute it, knowing that if he refuted it, it would probably arouse the anger of the masters.

"Yes, it's my fault."

The clean and neat admission of his mistake immediately made Mi Xiaojing say nothing.

The child's face was covered with blood. The blood began to seep out when the scratched face just now. Then Mi Xiaojing found that the child's body was covered with scars, spots, blue and purple, and the torn clothes could not be covered at all.

"Okay, second brother, take him home, don't be embarrassed here!"

The ugly man said, "Yes, Dad, I'll take him back." He said that and walked towards Mi Xiaojing.

The child grabbed Mi Xiaojing's patchwork robe in fear and hid behind Mi Xiaojing. He kept trembling.

"I, I won't go home...I won't go home...I won't go home!"

The ugly man's face was full of anger.

"Come here and follow me!"

The child grabbed Mi Xiaojing's back coat tightly and did not let go. Mi Xiaojing squatted down and reached out to wipe the blood on the child's face.
Chapter completed!