"So, you are here to exchange food for the refugees?" Ye Zhou picked up the teacup.
He has no preference for tea. Although he loves to drink it, he cannot tell good from bad. The tea he drinks now is just the most common bagged Huamaofeng tea sold in supermarkets.
Although the quality is not good, the tea fragrance is overflowing, but the more you drink, the thirstier you get.
Ye Zhou looked at Lin You's face and was a little surprised. After all, the impression Lin You gave him before was that of a rich young man who was out of touch with the world, probably the kind of person who couldn't tell the difference between wheat and millet if thrown into a farmland.
As expected, you can't judge a book by its cover. Ye Zhou admitted in his heart that he had underestimated others.
Ye Zhou: "Even if you exchange the food for food, how long can you last if you just eat up all the food?"
"Besides, if we keep distributing food, the refugees will just stay outside Anyang City. They won't leave even if there are other ways to survive."
But food is limited. Even if Lin You comes to exchange food every time, how much time will it take to go back and forth?
How many difficulties and setbacks will we encounter?
What's more, it's never a good thing to support people for free.
Lin You buried his head and smiled bitterly: "To be honest, Immortal, my father also said so. I really have no choice but to come up with this stupid idea. It's better than watching the refugees starve to death."
Ye Zhou pointed to the sofa opposite him and said to Lin You, "Sit down."
Lin You did not refuse. He just did whatever the immortal told him to do.
Ye Zhou: "Food can naturally be exchanged. Since you are here, I will give you an idea."
Lin You's eyes sparkled and he was so excited that he wanted to jump up.
It was a blessing that the immortal's cave was still there, and being able to exchange it for food was a blessing among blessings. He never expected that the immortal would be willing to give him advice.
"In addition to food, I can also give you grain seeds." Ye Zhou asked, "One mu of land can produce ten stones."
Lin You was stunned. His lips were trembling and his throat seemed to be pinched by someone, so he couldn't make any sound.
Ten stones?
With the best grain seeds in the world and the most favorable weather, it is already a great achievement to produce three stones per acre.
Ye Zhou thought for a moment and said, "This plant is neither wheat nor rice. If you ask what it looks like, it looks similar to taro, but the taste is completely different, and it doesn't need to be bred."
But Lin You didn't react to Ye Zhou's words. His cheeks were flushed, as if he was drunk, and his eyes were out of focus. His lips were opening and closing, and if you listened carefully, you could hear him mumbling and repeating two words - "Ten Stones".
Just when Ye Zhou wanted to call Lin You's name, Lin You suddenly stood up and knelt down to Ye Zhou again.
Ye Zhou was startled by his sudden action, but Lin You touched his forehead to the ground and said, "Immortal! This is the merit of a living person!"
He said with a smile and tears in his eyes: "The merits of saving people's lives will benefit the present and future generations!"
Ten stones! How many people can survive with this?
Tears welled up in Lin You's eyes.
He was indeed a rich young man who was ignorant of the sufferings of the common people. His father was a prefect and his mother was also from a famous family. He had never suffered hardship or poverty since the moment he was born. His biggest worries were what kind of wife he would marry in the future and whether he could achieve fame and fortune.
But after he made that trip from north to south, he could never go back.
For the first time, the suffering of the people fell upon him so clearly, but no one at home understood him.
Even his cousin couldn't understand his thoughts.
In their view, the people deserved to suffer - they had no family to inherit, wisdom could not be passed down from generation to generation, things would not get better, but would only get worse, and they were ignorant and had empty heads.
They are of no importance in this world.
Even if we die, we will be reborn, and there will always be people.
It is they, the descendants of noble families, who truly make this world a more beautiful place. They have wisdom, families, and will assist the emperor in creating a prosperous era.
There can even be no emperor, but they must exist.
The imperial power does not extend to the countryside, and they are the ones who truly manage the people. The powerful gentry can turn a blind eye to the imperial edict, but they cannot turn a blind eye to themselves.
Lin You never knew they thought this way before.
Maybe he thought so before, but he has realized how insignificant he is, and even how insignificant a huge family is.
His father might have had compassion on the people, but he could also watch them die without doing anything.
Because in his view, only the people under his rule are called people, and refugees fleeing famine are just refugees.
The refugees could not bring any benefits to Anyang City, only harm, so he stopped bothering with them and only thought about how difficult it would be to resettle the refugees, but not how to solve these difficulties.
But as a son, he could not speak out his father's mistakes.
Or maybe... he didn't want to admit that his father was that kind of person.
Only the immortals...
Only immortals treat everyone as human and treat everyone the same.
There is no high or low, no...
Ye Zhou had no idea what Lin You was thinking about. He was stunned by Lin You's words about saving people's lives.
Of course, he is definitely not worthy of these four words.
If we really have to say who is worthy of it, it’s probably only Mr. Yuan.
He didn’t know why Lin You was crying. Maybe it was because Lin You was... too emotional?
He had never seen anyone cry so easily.
Lin You wiped the tears from his face, thinking that he was expressing his true feelings and there was nothing to be ashamed of. He said in a hoarse voice: "Immortal, I'll ask them to move the things in."
Ye Zhou didn't keep him, knowing that he needed to find a place to calm down, so he nodded and said, "Go."
Lin You walked out of the lounge.
Ye Zhou then turned around and asked Zou Ming, who was sitting there pretending that he didn't exist: "Why is he crying?"
Zou Ming didn't know either, so he just said, "It's probably because of too much emotion."
Ye Zhou: "I don't cry very often. The last time I cried was probably when I was in kindergarten."
He tried to think about why he cried when he was in kindergarten, but he really couldn't remember. Either he was beaten, or his favorite toy was taken away. There are always so many reasons that can make a child cry.
So Ye Zhou actually doesn’t like children very much. I heard that he was also a naughty child when he was young.
Ye Zhou looked at Zou Ming's face. Although Zou Ming always looked expressionless, he actually had very rich emotions, but people who were not familiar with him could not notice them. Perhaps it was because they were almost together from morning to night, and even slept together at night - although they were in two beds, but Ye Zhou could now guess a little bit of his emotions.
"You don't like him?" Ye Zhou took a sip of tea.
Zou Ming leaned against the sofa with one hand on the back of the chair. Compared with Ye Zhou's upright sitting posture, his sitting posture was a little unruly. He did not answer directly, but said: "There are many people I don't like."
Ye Zhou joked: "Does it include me?"
Zou Ming replied calmly: "Not included."
Ye Zhou: "I don't hate you either, I like you quite a bit."
Zou Ming suddenly paused, raised his head and looked at Ye Zhou. His dark eyes seemed to see through Ye Zhou's skin and into the depths of his soul.
"I was worried that you would be difficult to get along with." Ye Zhou looked relieved. "You look handsome and cool, which is not very realistic."
Zou Ming raised his eyebrows: "What's unrealistic?"
Ye Zhou yawned. "You're so handsome and cool that it's unreal. You look like someone from a novel or a movie. How can anyone in real life have your temperament?"
Zou Ming: "Is it not good for me to do this?"
Ye Zhou found that Zou Ming was very serious, so he stopped joking: "That's good. I wouldn't be used to it if you suddenly smiled."
Zou Ming curled his lips towards Ye Zhou.
Maybe because he doesn't laugh often, Zou Ming's smile is very stiff.
The stiffness made Ye Zhou think that there was a gun pointed at Zou Ming's head, threatening him.
Ye Zhou bet that this was the most reluctant smile he had ever seen in his life.
Zou Ming asked Ye Zhou with such a horrible smile: "Are you used to it?"
Ye Zhou: “…”
Although you give me face, you don't have to force yourself.
"...Maybe... you'll get used to it after watching it for a long time?" Ye Zhou didn't want to let Zou Ming down by trying hard to smile.
Zou Ming suddenly said: "He brought a lot of things."
Ye Zhou nodded: "I just don't know if there are any valuable things in it. It would be best if he took gold and silver directly. Gold is valuable and valuable in any plane. I will exchange some of it in the system and take the rest to other planes. Maybe I can make a profit from the difference."
"If you replace it with handicrafts, these may not be as good as gold and silver."
Gold and silver can be stored in the next dimension, but the best way to sell handicrafts is to "sell" them to the system. He gets whatever price the system sets. It is a complete buyer's market.
If the next plane is similar to the one where Zou Ming lives, then handicrafts are equivalent to "garbage".
Ye Zhou asked Zou Ming: "What is the most valuable thing in your place? Do you have currency?"
Zou Ming: "As long as there are people, there will be a market, and of course there will be currency, but our currency is food."
"Jerky, biscuits, and everything edible." Zou Ming suddenly said, "If you come to my place and you can buy a healthy boy for a biscuit, will you buy it?"
Ye Zhou: "...Why would I engage in human trafficking? Although I have traveled through time and space, my sense of morality is still there!"
Zou Ming asked again: "What if the person who sold him has been abusing him?"
"And his wrists and ankles are shackled. Please buy him?"
Ye Zhou thought about it, and this time he didn't say no, but said: "I don't know how long I can stay in one plane, and I can't save everyone I see, but if I really meet one, maybe I will buy it out of pity? I don't know."
Zou Ming didn't say anything.
He looked down at his hands.
The boy deep in my memory seemed to still be alive at that moment.
Living in the depths of the dark market, surrounded by sewage and filth, with scars all over his face and one eye so swollen that he couldn't open it, the boy was kicked into a mud pit by a man whose face could not be seen clearly.
He struggled to get up, but he was too small and the strong man's fist was too heavy.
He tried to raise his head, trying to look above his head at the last moment.
That was the only thing the boy had, the sky that no one could take away from him.
The moment he looked up.
He saw the man walking out of the market. He was wearing a clean white shirt and black trousers. He was handsome and thin, like the upper class who regarded him as mud at their feet.
But the expression was not arrogant, and he saw those gentle eyes at a glance.
The other person's eyes seemed to be on him.
Then……
Walking towards him -
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