The three underground city envoys looked at each other and felt that there was something strange about the Great King Village. When ordinary country folk saw them, they were either trembling with fear or fawning on them.
What’s going on with the people in Dawang Village and the surrounding villages?
"We are here this time to receive an order from the Tiancheng clan. The request is very simple."
"From now on, you will replace the tablets in the ancestral hall with those of the Celestial Clan's masters. From now on, the annual grain harvest will be split 30% with the Underworld Clan."
After saying that, he wiped his mouth calmly.
The villagers in the ancestral hall looked at each other.
“How can the ancestral tablets be changed?”
"We worked so hard for a whole year, how come we only achieved 70%?"
"Seventy percent of it belongs to someone else!"
Ignoring the noisy villagers, the middle-aged man in the dungeon who was leading the group looked at Li Mo:
"Village Chief, what do you think? No matter how much we spend, it is not as important as the safety of our descendants."
"As far as I know, the people of Tiancheng don't need to eat unless they are greedy. Why do they need so much food?"
Li Mo neither agreed nor refused, but raised a question.
Three people: “?”
How does he know that the people of the Celestial Tribe don’t need to eat except when they are greedy?
The young man from the underground city was not so calm and said impatiently, "Of course it's what we want."
"But isn't it the Celestial Clan that is protecting us?"
"First, it was us. Those we couldn't handle were the Celestial Clan, so the offerings and respects were for the Celestial Clan, and the food was given to us."
Li Mo stared at him: "With only 30% of the harvest, even in a good year, we can only have some porridge to barely fill our stomachs. If this is the case, won't we become livestock that live in a muddle?"
"It's okay to live a miserable life as long as I can. If it weren't for the large scale of your Dawang Village, many people would want to be beasts but wouldn't have the chance."
Snap——
A sickle was slammed on the table.
Li Mo asked again: "Can this one survive?"
"If you can live, kneel down."
Snap——
A forging hammer was slammed onto the table again.
"Can this one survive?"
"They can survive, but only a few will survive."
The hammer was picked up and placed on the sickle, and the two were stacked together.
"With this and this, can we all live with dignity?"
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