Looking for a meal?
Lü Shu looked at Zhang Weiyu in front of him and pondered for a while. What was this middle-aged man thinking of him? Actually, Lü Shu had already realized that this Lü Zhou world was not filled with experts like puppet masters. To put it bluntly, before he came to this world, there were very few places in his country that were as poor as Zhang Weiyu.
However, Lü Shu did not really want to reply to Zhang Weiyu. After all, he did not even know that he had been sold in a foreign place.
"What do you want me to do?" Lü Shu asked.
"Farm!" Zhang Weiyu said with certainty.
Lü Shu was speechless.
Logically speaking, he should be fighting in the wilderness after passing through such a magnificent Starlight Gate. All kinds of experts and geniuses would appear out of nowhere. Why did he come here to farm? This was not right!
If he were to go back and tell Lü Xiaoyu about this, wouldn't Lü Xiaoyu laugh himself to death?
When he went back, he would be like a traveler on an adventure. Everyone would come up to him and ask him what he was doing in this Lü Zhou world. Then, he would say that he only farmed a few mu of land and that the harvest was okay. It was just that the kang was a little hard to sleep on …
Was this something that the Ninth Tengra should do?
Lü Shu looked at Zhang Weiyu and replied, "Okay."
Lü Shu was a very pragmatic person. No matter what the situation was, he had to settle down first. Once he figured out the situation in this world, wouldn't he be able to leave whenever he wanted?
Farm, so be it!
Once he walked out of the mud-brick house, he saw a lush and green field. The scorching sun in the sky shone brightly, and Lü Shu subconsciously shielded his eyes.
Lü Shu knew that there wasn't much difference between the blazing sun above him and the one above him, but he wasn't sure if this star was still the same sun.
Zhang Weiyu chuckled as he walked in front with a hoe on his shoulder. "Let me tell you something. Even though I'm not a landlord or a noble, there's no farmer in Field Ridge Town who has more land than me. No matter how heavy the tax is, no matter which year I, Zhang Weiyu, would rather eat tree roots than sell a piece of land! "
As Zhang Weiyu led the way, Lü Shu followed closely behind. He sized up Zhang Weiyu. Zhang Weiyu's bragging was quite incredible, but his body was so thin that it was almost unrecognizable. Furthermore, there was black food on the table in the room …
Zhang Weiyu turned around and glanced at Lü Shu. "What, you don't believe me?"
"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"
"At least you know your place!"
Lü Shu said seriously, "I believe that you've eaten tree roots before."
"Negative emotion points received from Zhang Weiyu, + 399!"
Lü Shu was speechless when he saw the negative emotion points. Even though his star map and Snow Mountain Qi Mountain were locked, he was still earning negative emotion points. However, the problem was, what use did he have for these negative emotion points? They were completely useless.
Speaking of which, he had previously confirmed that Chaos had broken free from the shackles. In other words, with the strength of an A class, he would be able to break free from the shackles in less than ten minutes.
This gave Lü Shu hope. At the very least, he knew that the shackles were not unbreakable.
At this moment, a group of more than ten people who looked like farmers walked over. Lü Shu noticed that each of them had the same brand on the right side of their necks. He had no idea what it was, but the pattern looked like a ingot.
Not long after, another group walked over. This time, there was a pattern on the back of their hands. However, the pattern was changed to a very ugly looking knife.
Lü Shu looked at Zhang Weiyu's neck. There was nothing on it.
Lü Shu asked curiously, "You said that you have the most land among the farmers, but why do I see that everyone else eats well? You're the only one who's so skinny."
"Negative emotion points received from Zhang Weiyu, + 199."
Zhang Weiyu was speechless for quite a while. "How can a farmer like me compare to a slave? Aren't you doing this on purpose? The farmers in Field Ridge Town receive 80% of their annual taxes. How can they compare to the landlords and nobles? But I, Zhang Weiyu, will never be a slave to these people even if I have to starve to death in this life! "
Lü Shu came to a realization. So those patterns were the mark of a slave?
Eh, Lü Shu suddenly felt that there was something wrong with Zhang Weiyu's words. What did he mean by not being a slave to these people? Did he mean that he could be someone else's? It sounded like he had a lot of backbone ….
However, it was understandable that a slave lived a better life than a farmer. There were indeed many such situations in history during the slavery system. Because slaves were the private property of the family head, they lived a better life than the farmers. Smart people were not willing to let the slaves they bought become expendable goods.
Meanwhile, the farmers were exploited by the upper class and became poor step by step. The upper class hoped to force them to a dead end and then take their land to become landlords. By forcing the farmers to a dead end, they would become their slaves. This way, everything would belong to them.
This seemed to be a necessary process in the private ownership of property. This was the process of the expansion of one's desires.
Of course, a slave's life was only good in comparison to a farmer's. They could eat their fill and wear their clothes.
Before Lü Shu could figure it out, Zhang Weiyu gave him a sidelong glance and said, "You have quite a backbone to actually run out. Very good! By the way, where is your mark? "
Lü Shu was stunned for a moment. He chose the safest and most undetectable position and said, "On my butt."
Zhang Weiyu's expression turned serious. "No wonder you wanted to run!"
Lü Shu: "???"
Lü Shu thought that he might have said something wrong ….
What kind of f * cking chaotic feudal slave society was this? It had been more than 2,000 years since he had said goodbye to the slave society in his world.
Lü Shu pondered and felt that there seemed to be something wrong with Zhang Weiyu's body. He also felt that there was something wrong with those marks.
First of all, this Zhang Weiyu. Could ordinary farmers in a slave society read and write? Lü Shu felt that it shouldn't be. No matter how different this place was from Earth, Lü Shu didn't believe that there would be nine-year compulsory education here.
There was something wrong with this Zhang Weiyu!
However, this Zhang Weiyu was almost as thin as firewood. Lü Shu was someone who had practiced swordsmanship. Whether a person was strong or not could be judged from his footsteps. However, this Zhang Weiyu's footsteps were weak and didn't seem like he had practiced swordsmanship.
Wait. Lü Shu was stunned. He had seen similar marks on Earth … for example … the white flame on the right side of Yun Yi's and Hu Zhi's necks!
Was the Puppeteer the slave of the king they spoke of? Very likely, alright!
He didn't know what position that king had in this world. Should he go and rub his face with him? Anyway, the Puppeteer couldn't come back. He could go and tell that king: I'm good friends with the Puppeteer. They said that when they come here, I can ask the king to take care of them.
After careful consideration, Lü Shu decided to observe the situation first. After all, he didn't know the Puppeteer very well … it would be very interesting if things went wrong …
It didn't take long before he reached Zhang Weiyu's field. Lü Shu looked around and didn't recognize a single crop.
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