bookbashuk Chapter 27 Differences · 2
Chapter 27 Differences · 2
Faced with the situation of villages in various places, the empire itself would not manage them. Even if the emperor himself knew about them, he would not have the ability or energy to manage them, because the empire's ruling power simply could not penetrate into such places.
Moreover, any empire on the Douluo Continent needs the support of nobles or sects to maintain its rule.
The most obvious example is the Douluo Three Kingdoms. Many sects and nobles, and even some duchies that were granted fiefdoms within their borders, were able to maintain their power for so long because of this. According to information from some merchants, the Sun Moon Empire was slightly better, but only to a limited extent.
You might think that people living at the bottom of the Douluo Continent spend their days in pain, their faces full of bitterness.
However, after actually meeting them, I didn't see any pain on their faces. Whether they lived in towns or in the fields, people didn't look distressed.
The boy didn't lament much while chatting with them, but the reality remained unchanged.
Many of the people I saw were calmly facing all of this; they were busy in the shops of the town, standing on the street shouting, and bending over to cultivate in the fields.
They also had their own entertainment, they would tease each other, the children would play together, the farmers would sing while working in the fields, and in their spare time they would exchange their meager grain and money for a drink.
Even in remote villages, you can still see people selling alcohol. Even if it's cloudy and not very strong, many people who have been busy all day will still buy a glass. And in towns, there are quite a few taverns.
This is considered the most common and simplest form of entertainment for people living at the bottom of society in the Douluo Continent.
Huo Yuhao even witnessed scenes in some places where two families were fighting over immoral behavior between a man and a woman, attracting onlookers to stop what they were doing.
That's life. The real pain is real, but people don't spend every day looking sad and lamenting. They continue to work and do what they have to do every day.
Just like the sun and moon revolve, no emotion will remain on people's faces forever.
Ordinary people in towns might be overjoyed for days if their child awakens innate soul power, telling everyone they meet what their child will be like in the future.
In the village, if a nobleman had a happy occasion, he would wipe out some people's debts, causing those people to kowtow in gratitude and shout "Long live the emperor!"
They just don't ask why they're experiencing this, and they don't express any complaints.
On the contrary, this is a state of being so severe that it has penetrated to the bone marrow, just like what the boy read in a book in the wasteland.
When people criticize or ridicule a certain behavior or situation, it means that they do not approve of these behaviors and believe that they are wrong.
But when people stop talking about those behaviors and situations, and instead calmly face them in life, taking them for granted or even imitating them...
This means that these things have penetrated into every aspect of people's lives, and people are powerless to change them, integrating them into their thinking and actions, and becoming a part of their lives.
Now these words were truly appearing before the boy's eyes. He sat under a big tree, took a bite of the dry rations mixed with bran, and chewed them.
The farmer who was resting with him was also remarking on how nice the weather was today.
The boy looked ahead, where the setting sun painted the sky red, and a gentle breeze dispersed the midday heat, causing the still-ripe wheat in the field, its green tinged with yellow, to sway slightly, like waves on the seashore.
He looked at the scene, which might have seemed like a beautiful pastoral idyll to Beibei and the others, but the boy knew that this was just the daily life here, the foundation upon which these farmers would be able to maintain their way of life.
Huo Yuhao could point out many of the farmers' admirable virtues, but he could also point out many of their shortcomings, even their evils.
But he knew that those words couldn't truly define these people, because the boy knew that in addition to the personal reasons that had been talked about so often, there were also factors from the entire social environment that caused all of this.
Just like the boy who, after seeing all this and learning about the situation of most people on this land, would think of Beibei and Xu Sanshi in Shrek City.
Huo Yuhao couldn't call Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi bad people; they had treated him very well. And based on what he had seen along the way, he couldn't say that all the upper-class people were good.
It is incorrect to hold only one extreme view when dealing with any problem, and it also prevents one from truly understanding the essence of the problem.
Faced with what he saw since returning from the wasteland, the boy had already made a plan in his mind. It was when he said goodbye to Captain Zhao, watched the Yangtze sail away, and turned to walk back from east to west.
The thought that had been in his mind, now seen after returning to Douluo Continent, made the young man determined to do it.
Inside the Sea of Spirit, Tianmeng was still lying there lazily, unable to understand what Huo Yuhao was thinking.
To put it another way, ever since Tianmeng voluntarily became his spirit ring in the Star Dou Great Forest, Tianmeng has never been able to understand this little guy, even if, according to Huo Yuhao, he stayed in the wasteland for almost four years.
Even so, given Huo Yuhao's current physical age of eleven, he wouldn't be much older. Even in the eyes of Tianmeng, a million-year-old soul beast that spends most of its time sleeping, Huo Yuhao is still just a child who hasn't grown up yet.
But Tianmeng could never understand this boy's thoughts. This doesn't mean that Huo Yuhao gained knowledge from the wasteland, but rather that he couldn't understand the boy's inner thoughts.
He neither joined the Tang Sect nor Shrek Academy, and later chose to leave Shrek City, traveling and stopping along the way, looking at what lay before him.
If the boy hadn't been cultivating every moment, with his soul power constantly circulating through his body, Tianmeng would have genuinely suspected that he was slacking off like herself.
Although Tianmeng himself was quite lazy and spent most of his time lying in the Sea of Spirit, he didn't want Huo Yuhao to slack off as well. After all, he was waiting for the boy to reach level 20 before officially starting his plan.
Now, facing this boy, Tianmeng didn't know what he wanted to do, nor did she understand what kind of stimulation the so-called wasteland had caused to this child who hadn't even grown up yet.
This made Huo Yuhao so different from other human teenagers; he never felt excited about having a million-year-old soul beast like himself become his soul ring.
However, along the way, the boy kept asking me about the situation of spirit beasts. He wasn't particularly concerned about whether the spirit rings of which spirit beasts were suitable for him. Instead, he was concerned about the lifestyle of spirit beasts and the proportion of spirit beasts like himself who could communicate normally with humans.
Faced with this strange question, Tianmeng could only give a simple answer, since in the past he was either sleeping or being imprisoned and having his abilities absorbed.
These simple answers did not arouse the boy's dissatisfaction, but instead made him fall into some kind of thinking.
Tian Meng couldn't understand what the point of the other party asking these questions was. Without first cultivating his soul power to level 20, his plan couldn't proceed.
Perhaps thinking of how the boy had used mathematical knowledge to understand the soul-guiding array in the sea of consciousness, Tianmeng felt inexplicably sleepy. He turned over and wanted to sleep right there in the sea of consciousness.
In a corner of this sea of spirit, the remnant soul that had turned into a small ball of black energy remained quietly still, only stirring slightly when Tianmeng was asleep.
In the real world, after finishing his meal, Huo Yuhao said goodbye to the farmers he had eaten with, and watching the sunset gradually sink in the sky, he continued his journey.