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Chapter 177 Mutual Insults Can Also Be a Form of Concern

The man looked at Farol as he spoke.

Fool.

If you've already paid, can't the new lord accept it again?

Farol nodded cautiously to Li Moss.

"Sir, every family did indeed pay their share after the autumn harvest."

"I see."

Li Mosi nodded.

He didn't seem to care that much about it.

However, one must still maintain the proper attitude of a lord.

And that's not what he wanted to ask.

"But your food doesn't seem enough for the youngest child to get through the winter."

As they spoke, Zi'an looked around the room, while Zi Yi examined the two bags of wheat.

He hadn't seen it before, but upon looking at it, he realized it was all the coarsest barley and rye.

Cooking this stuff in winter is such a waste of fuel.

Apart from the man, everyone else in the room was staring at him nervously.

But as soon as Li Mosi spoke, everyone in the room turned to look at her.

"We've already paid taxes for our brother!"

The boy lifted his foot to step forward, but was stopped by the woman.

"First, you shut up!"

The man loudly stopped his eldest son's reckless behavior, then turned to Li Mosi and smiled.

"Sir, if there is any work to be done, please feel free to give it to me and my child. We can do anything."

"Um."

"vomit--"

When Li Moss heard Hagi Saint make a noise again, she turned around and pulled her outside.

"Let's go."

He was genuinely afraid that Haki Saint would throw up yesterday's dinner, adding to the already tense situation of his family.

Ziyi and Zian also slipped out the door.

Did the adult forget to mention this?

Watching their retreating figures, Farol spoke to the family.

"You all stay inside for now. The adults will give you orders later."

"Yes, yes. I know."

The man forced a smile and saw Farol out the door.

Li Mosi and his group looked at a few more houses to the west.

Although the families here are farmers, their circumstances are much better than those of the families mentioned at the beginning.

It can be seen that this is a family that has been passed down for generations.

Even if they can't compare to the first family of five we saw, they can probably still get through the winter.

"fine."

Zi'an's steps became a little lighter.

"Not all families are as bad off as those at the very beginning."

Perhaps those soldiers and servants' families are the exceptions.

"Ugh."

Upon hearing Zi'an's words, Farol sighed softly.

Zi Yi, who was right behind him, heard this and asked.

Why are you sighing?

Could it be that Zi'an is wrong?

No, it's not.

Farol instinctively denied it, but then realized how stupid his behavior was.

"These families... are considered lucky."

Is that considered lucky?

Zi Yi was puzzled.

But before he could ask any more questions, shouts came from the earthen house ahead.

"I've had enough! Why don't you just die! We don't have enough wheat to get through the winter! And now you've lost your job!"

"I have to feed my kids and take care of those pigs at the same time, I'm going crazy!"

The hoarse voice characteristic of middle-aged women reached everyone's ears.

Immediately following was a similarly hoarse male voice.

"Ha! Where have all the lords who could give me work gone! And my leg was broken by that pig you were in charge of! Why didn't you keep an eye on the First Prince?! Otherwise, I wouldn't be the only man in the house!"

The woman immediately retaliated.

"You weren't optimistic about him in the first place either! You're not even as useful as a pig; at least they get fat!"

"Wow!"

The baby's cries pierced through the shouts, making the scene even noisier.

Hearing the shouts and curses, the group had unknowingly reached the door.

Li Mosi noticed that the people around her were already numb to the chaotic scene.

Ugh.

He also felt a little tired.

But he is a teacher, and he still has to do what needs to be done.

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Farol pounded on the wooden door several times, and the door, made of woven branches, shook noticeably.

"I am Farol! The new lord is inspecting the territory!"

"They're here!"

The woman ran quickly toward the door.

"Farol? This is...?"

The next family opened their door first.

A man glanced over from the mud house in the distance, then immediately shut his mouth and shrank back.

The door closed again.

Farol realized that the commotion was too loud, so he simply pushed open the door.

A middle-aged woman with graying hair and a wrinkled face stood by the door, wiping her hands helplessly as she looked at the open door.

She glanced at Farol, then turned to look behind him.

Goblin?

"Ah! For..."

"Enough! Don't disturb the adults! Ouch~"

The woman had just screamed when she was interrupted by a hoarse male voice from inside the house.

A middle-aged man, who looked older than the woman, gritting his teeth and limping toward the door.

The woman turned around and started yelling again.

"Damn old man!"

"Shut up!"

"Lie back down right now!"

This time, the man tried again to loudly stop the woman from shouting, but he was unsuccessful.

"Wow! Rua!"

The baby's cries inside the house grew louder.

Li Moss took a deep breath and waved to Farol.

"Phew—tell them to go straight in."

"Yes."

Farol nodded and waved back to the room.

"Go inside. The master is tired from watching today, don't cause any trouble."

"Yes, yes."

The woman bowed twice, then turned and helped the man into the house.

"Don't cause trouble for the adults."

"Hey! You woman..."

The three masters and disciples exchanged glances with the saintess, took a deep breath, and then went inside.

The woman helped the man back to the straw bed, then turned around and knelt down in front of Li Mosi and the others.

Good morning, my lord.

The man pretended to turn over and kneel down as well.

"Okay, stand up, then lie back down."

Li Mosi raised her finger and pointed at the woman, then at the man.

"Yes, sir."

After lying back down, the man struggled to lift his head and said, "Thank you, sir. Thank you, noble sir. Thank you, goblin sir. Thank you, priest sir."

He expressed his gratitude to each of them, but paused when it came to the saintess.

Does this man recognize the church logo?

wrong.

Li Mosi, who was groggy from staying up all night, finally realized something.

It wasn't that this man recognized the church's emblem; rather, none of the other people recognized it at all!

However, after he transmigrated, all he encountered were slave-catching teams or slaves from ruins.

They may not have a religious life, so it's normal that they don't know each other.

It would be strange if the people within the territory didn't recognize him!

"Wow!"

The baby's cries interrupted his thoughts.

Now is not the time to think about this.

Li Mosi turned to look inside the room.

There was furniture, food, livestock and poultry, and hay beds.

The families mentioned earlier were not much different from them.

The only problem was that the two of them were too old, and besides them, there was only a four-year-old boy barefoot hiding in the corner of the room, holding a baby whose eyes had not yet opened.

How old are you?

"Sir, I should be approaching forty years old, and my wife is two years younger than me."

"Are these all your children?"

"Yes, sir, that's right. My wife just gave birth this year."

"How much food have you stored? Is it enough to get you through the winter?"

"That's enough, sir, that's enough. If you could hire my husband, perhaps we could have a decent winter."

"Don't say anything. I'm sorry, sir, women are always so petty."

After asking a few simple questions, Li Mosi and the others left the earthen house.

Farol left his orders and then walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Um--"

Zi Yi pouted.

"The atmosphere here is terrible."

That's understandable, considering the man seemed to have a broken leg.

"good."

Zi'an could only give a somewhat uncertain answer.

After all, judging from their conversation, they seem to care about each other.

"It's actually not bad."

Li Mosi nodded, affirming Zi'an's idea.

"Although they were arguing with each other, they were also concerned about each other."

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