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On New Year's Eve, Li Banfeng sat at the entrance of Potsticker Village, brewing insecticide.
It smelled medicinal. Very medicinal. The sort of smell that made mosquitoes come zooming in from every direction as if invited to a feast.
The moment the mist touched them, more than ninety percent dropped out of the air. The remaining ten percent did not die right away. Unfortunately, that stubborn little minority was more than enough to ruin an entire village's harvest.
And it wasn't just one village. Every village in the Ridges of Bottomless Stomachs was in the same miserable state.
Like all other insecticides, Old Mister Yao's formula worked extremely well at first, but after some time, similar problems would emerge.
The village chief of Potsticker Village plopped himself down beside Li Banfeng and gave a cheery laugh. "It's the new year! Come to my place, have a bowl of dumplings, and drink a cup or two."
Li Banfeng shook his head. "You drink. I am not hungry."
"Master Qi," the village chief said earnestly, "you have done everything you could for us. Our village will never forget this kindness."
"Nonsense," Li Banfeng replied. "There's no kindness here. I am just freeloading food. Hurry along. Another freeloader will be showing up later."
"Another…?" Xiang Jichun hesitated, clearly not understanding...
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