From the fake emperor to the concubine

Zhou Shitou took the pickaxe that Zheng Yi had modified in confusion: "Xiao Zheng, why are you being so secretive? It's just a pickaxe. How can your pickaxe be better than mine?"

Zhou Shitou habitually injected spiritual energy into the pickaxe.

After several days of observation and research, Zheng Yi has already gotten a general idea of ​​the situation here.

All the skills that the miners practiced were specially distributed by the Zhao family, the rulers of the Cang Yan Realm.

It is a set of exercises called "The Fiery Sutra".

This exercise is the most basic entry-level Qigong exercise.

That is to say, in the Canglan Realm filled with fire spiritual energy, if it were changed to his original world, this crude technique would probably not be able to cultivate anything.

The reason why the Zhao family taught them openly was naturally not because of the Zhao family's kindness.

It is because only those who have practiced the "Fire Sutra" can better serve their Zhao family.

Since coming to this world, everyone Zheng Yi has met, without exception, has a talent for cultivation.

This is not because the people in the Cang Yan Realm are all gifted with extraordinary talents.

There is only one reason why it has become like this. After the Cang Yue Yan Huang broke through the void and the Zhao family completely controlled the Cang Yan Realm, those who had no talent for cultivation had already been eliminated under their cruel rule.

"Cang Yue Yan Huang, ah Cang Yue Yan Huang, the most wrong decision you have ever made in your life is to pull me into your origin world."

Zheng Yi sneered inwardly as he watched Zhou Shitou, who was swinging his pickaxe so hard that sparks were almost coming out.

At the beginning, Zhou Shitou didn’t really care.

After Zheng Yi's special processing, this pickaxe looks no different from an ordinary pickaxe.

But once you use it yourself, you will find that this thing is hundreds of times more useful than his pickaxe.

It's like someone who is used to horse-drawn carriages suddenly sees a diesel train. The shock is so great that it cannot be expressed in words.

In less than half an hour, Zhou Shitou almost dug out a small tunnel on his own.

Even if he was just digging randomly, he had already dug out more than a dozen pieces of igneous rock.

If Zheng Yi hadn't chosen a place with few people today so that he could try out the pickaxe.

His behavior will definitely attract a lot of attention.

Seeing that Zhou Shitou was getting more and more excited as he dug, Zheng Yi stopped him with a smile: "Brother Zhou, stop for a moment."

Zhou Shitou, who was stopped by Zheng Yi, licked his lips with satisfaction, and put down the pickaxe reluctantly.

Looking at his cautious look, it was as if this was not a pickaxe but a fragile little girl.

"Brother Zheng." Zhou Shitou's eyes turned red: "Where did you get this pickaxe?"

Zhou Shitou realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly changed his words: "The origin of such an important thing must not be easily told to others."

"So I won't ask anymore. Since you can take out one, you can definitely get more, right? We'll buy it. No matter how much you want, we in Hewan Village will never bargain."

I have to say that although Zhou Shitou looks like a rough guy, he is actually a very meticulous person.

From the moment Zheng Yi took out the pickaxe for him to try out, this guy realized that Zheng Yi’s purpose was definitely not simple.

Therefore, even though he wanted the pickaxe very much, he did not ask for it directly, or go around Zheng Yi to find the source. Instead, he proposed to buy it directly from Zheng Yi.

Moreover, he seemed to be being taken advantage of from both his words and expressions.

I was just about to tell Zheng Yi directly that I was just a country bumpkin who knew nothing and you could just go ahead and cheat me.

If it weren't for the observation over the past few days, Zheng Yi estimated that he would have been fooled by this guy's honest appearance.

But Zheng Yi knew very well.

Although Hewan Village is not big, there are only about thirty households in total.

However, the situation in the village is extremely complicated.

The Zhao family simply treats these people as tools and doesn't care at all about how they live.

As long as they pay enough allocated volcanic ore, the Zhao family will ignore them.

But if they don't pay enough, the Zhao family will punish them without mercy.

If you don't pay enough in one month, you will be punished with ten lashes. If you still can't complete the task in the second month, you will be punished with thirty lashes.

As for the third month...

Even if everyone in the Cang Yan Realm can practice, they cannot withstand the thirty whips of a true cultivator.

If you fail to complete the task within two months, you will basically be dead.

There are thirty households in Hewan Village, and most of them can be considered as real labor force. Previously, there were only about twenty people. Four of them died in the mine accident, and now there are sixteen left.

There are not enough people, but the amount of levy has not decreased.

Even in this situation, they were still able to complete the task, and even people like Grandpa Chen and Xiaobao in the village were able to barely survive.

If someone says this is not Zhou Shitou's credit, Zheng Yi will be the first one to disagree.

Zhou Shitou is definitely a well-received talent, as he was able to manage such a poorly-situated village in good order.

Zheng Yi smiled and shook his head. Zhou Shitou's expectant eyes suddenly became silent.

He smiled bitterly and said, "I am asking too much. Even if this kind of thing is not as good as the spiritual tools used by those masters, it is still a rare treasure. I am afraid that we peasants cannot afford it."

Seeing that he had misunderstood his meaning, Zheng Yi quickly explained: "Brother Zhou, you misunderstood. This thing is really not something priceless. It's just a little gadget I made."

"If Brother Zhou needs it, I can make one specifically for you."

"Is this... too much trouble for you?" Zhou Shitou said with a wry smile.

"It's okay, it just takes some time." Zheng Yi's face changed, and he lowered his voice and said seriously: "But Brother Zhou, this matter is known only to heaven and earth, you and me, and you can't let others know easily. Otherwise..."

Zheng Yi did not say what would happen specifically, he believed Zhou Shitou could understand what he meant.

If the Zhao family knew that with this more convenient and faster tool, they would only exploit them even more desperately, which would not be of any benefit to them at all.

"Don't worry, Brother Zheng. I will keep this secret in my heart even if I die. I will never tell anyone."

Although the pickaxe could be made in one night, Zheng Yi delayed it for several days.

No matter what good thing it is, if it is too easy to get, people will often not cherish it too much.

Although Zheng Yi felt that a smart person like Zhou Shitou would not make such a childish mistake.

However, it's always better to be careful.

When Zhou Shitou finally got the pickaxe that Zheng Yi made for him, he was so excited that he almost cried out loud.

Even though Zheng Yi reminded Zhou Shitou several times that although the pickaxe was useful, he should not dig out too much igneous rock, he could not stop Zhou Shitou's excitement.

In the end, they had to find a place to bury the extra igneous ore, and only took a little more than usual. Even so, their harvest attracted a lot of attention.

When Zhao Qing was accepting the goods, he was even more critical of everything.

"You guys are willing to hand in such a small amount of ore? You just know how to be lazy all day long. If you dare to be lazy again next time, I will never let you off easily."

After saying that, Zhao Qing took the igneous rock into his arms as if it was a matter of course.

Facing Zhao Qing's harassment, Zheng Yi was not angry at all. Instead, he looked like he was blaming himself: "I'm really sorry, Manager Qing. I'm new here and don't know the rules. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

While apologizing, Zheng Yi secretly stuffed a fist-sized piece of igneous rock into Zhao Qing's arms.

The smile on Zhao Qing's gloomy face was much friendlier than before: "It's okay for young people to make mistakes occasionally. Just be more careful in the future."

That night, Zheng Yiqiang took Zhou Shitou to Chen's house for dinner.

At first Zhou Shitou refused: "Brother Zheng, I appreciate your kindness, but I also know Uncle Chen's family situation. They are having a very difficult time. I won't bother you anymore."

Just as he arrived at the door of Mr. Chen's house, Zhou Shitou's nose suddenly twitched twice, and his stomach made a gurgling sound.

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It’s definitely meat, no doubt about it.

Zhou Shitou couldn't even remember the last time he ate meat. The words of refusal were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

In order to treat Zhou Shitou to a meal, Zheng Yi spent an hour shooting three pheasants.

It is not difficult to catch pheasants, the key is to deal with the malice of nature that is present at any time and anywhere.

It’s a bit strange to say, but if Zheng Yi goes out alone, he always encounters some strange and unlucky things.

But after so many days in Cang Yan Realm, he didn't encounter any bad luck when he went to the mine to mine.

After thinking about it, Zheng Yi felt that there was only one possibility. Mining was working for the Zhao family, which was equivalent to working for Cang Yue Yan Huang, the darling of heaven.

Even though it is just mining, it is in accordance with the will of heaven and naturally will not be targeted by heaven.

"It seems that if we want to achieve that goal, we will inevitably be targeted by the Heavenly Dao."

Despite the numerous difficulties, Zheng Yi had no intention of giving up.

If we fight to the death, we may be able to find a turning point.

Otherwise, it would be no different from waiting to die.

Inviting Zhou Shitou to dinner is the first step of all his big plans.

Open the bow without turning back the arrow.

Zheng Yi pushed Zhou Shitou down on the chair and said, "Brother Zhou, just treat it as your own home. Don't be polite to me."

As he spoke, Zheng Yi placed a large bowl of meat directly in front of Zhou Shitou.

Apart from the meat, there was not even a single vegetable leaf to be seen.

"Then... I won't be polite." Zhou Shitou swallowed his saliva and looked straight at Zheng Yi.

After Zheng Yi took a bite, he immediately picked up the bowl and started to eat it with relish.

In just a blink of an eye, the entire bowl of meat had completely disappeared. Zheng Yi even suspected that this guy might have swallowed it without even chewing it.

Zheng Yi was prepared for this situation. He gave Old Chen a wink, and Old Chen quickly served Chen Shitou another large bowl.

If it weren't for the fact that Zheng Yi would go to the mountains to hunt game every day these days, Mr. Chen might not be willing to give Zhou Shitou meat like this.

He has been engaged in high-intensity physical labor for many years, and has not seen any meat every day. If he had not practiced the "Fire Sutra", Zhou Shitou's body would have collapsed long ago.

However, although the skills can absorb spiritual energy, it is ultimately not comparable to eating meat directly.

There were three pheasants in total, and except for some that Xiaobao and Chen Lao had kept for themselves, almost all the rest went into Zhou Shitou's stomach.

Only after he had licked the last mouthful of chicken soup did Zhou Shitou put down the wooden bowl heavily and burped comfortably.

Zheng Yi could even clearly see that Zhou Shitou's eyes were filled with tears: "If I could have a full meal like this for the rest of my life, I would be willing to die."

He is indeed a smart man, Zheng Yi praised him secretly.

Obviously, Zhou Shitou didn't know what he wanted to do. However, he had already made his attitude clear to him.

Just for this meal, Zhou Shitou was willing to work for him.

Zheng Yi would not believe all of the other party's statements.

Zhou Shitou is a smart man, and the smarter a person is, the more he will weigh the pros and cons. If necessary, Zhou Shitou may not be unwilling to show his loyalty to others.

Of course, as long as they are well controlled, smart people can also be indestructible swords.

Zheng Yi laughed: "To die just for a meal, that's too much of a loss, right? We are all men, how can we be like mice, hiding in the mine and digging holes?"

"Food is what we deserve, not working hard every day but only having to eat coarse food and be poorly clothed."

Zhou Shitou, who had been filled with great enthusiasm after hearing Zheng Yi's previous words, suddenly turned pale.

He hurriedly stopped Zheng Yi: "Mr. Zheng, you can't just say that."

At this time, Zhou Shitou suddenly discovered that Mr. Chen had left at some point.

There were only him and Zheng Yi in the wooden house.

Zheng Yi smiled slightly: "Brother Zhou, there are only two of us here, I want to tell you a few words from my heart."

"The Zhao family treats us like cattle and horses and orders us around at will. I don't believe you have no dissatisfaction at all."

Zhou Shitou smiled bitterly and said, "So what if we are dissatisfied? We are just a group of ordinary people and can't do anything."

Looking around cautiously, Zhou Shitou lowered his voice and said, "Zheng Laodi, to be honest, there are countless people in this world who are dissatisfied with the Zhao family."

"In fact, every year, there are people who raise the flag of rebellion."

"But it's useless. The ancestor of the Zhao family is an immortal who can shatter the void. Who can be a match for an immortal?"

"Even if immortals won't interfere in the affairs of us mortals, the Zhao family has ruled the world for thousands of years. The army is spread all over the world, and there are countless powerful monks."

"Take the Fangqi Army that rebelled last year, for example. The Zhao family didn't even use the army. They just sent out a priest and killed them all."

Zheng Yi did not rush to refute Zhou Shitou, but listened to him patiently before asking, "Brother Zhou, as far as you know, how many uprisings have there been in the past three years?"

Zhou Shitou secretly calculated: "Fangqi Army, Danming Army, Nine Dragons...about five or six times."

If you don’t calculate it, you won’t know. After calculating it, Zhou Shitou took a breath. On average, it happens twice a year.

This is because Hewan Village is located in a remote area and has little exposure to news. There are probably more things he doesn't know.

"Brother Zhou." Zheng Yi looked at the bright moon outside the window and said, "Tell me, why did they rebel when they knew they were going to die?" (End of this chapter)