The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

"I lost!"

The young martial artist, who seemed to be only thirty years old, was dejected. He traveled thousands of miles and searched along the road, and finally found the wandering Master Feng who had no fixed residence and wanted to fight against the Martial God Armor.

It is rumored that every warrior who fights against the Martial God Armor, although the result is destined to lose, can gain a lot of insights as long as he can fight with it. Many warriors who have this opportunity have subsequently experienced breakthroughs of varying sizes.

He also came to seek this opportunity, but what made him feel annoyed was that although the opportunity was close at hand, he failed to pass the test. He was defeated by one of Mr. Feng's followers and was not qualified to fight against the Martial God Armor. .

Although this rule was established later, he has become someone else's loser. Even if he has thousands of words in his heart, he can only keep it in his heart at the moment. There is nothing to say.

"Wait a minute, are you from Nanshao Mansion?"

Just as the defeated martial artist was about to leave with a heart full of regrets, an old voice rang out and stopped him.

"Yes, I am from Pingwu County, Nanshao Prefecture!"

Wu Fu turned his head and looked at the old man who called him with some confusion. Before the competition, they had already told each other their names and origins, so why bother asking?

"Then please come over and talk. My young master has something to ask you!"

"What words?"

The martial artist looked confused, but he still walked over. After all, he had heard about it a long time ago. This second master Feng had collected many martial arts classics in his hands. The rules he set up were unknown to the martial artist who came here.

But the most annoying thing is that he didn't even get a chance to fight Minglongjia, or even hand in the martial arts he had learned all his life.

But precisely because of this, he was full of hope that the young master would ask him questions. If he answered to his satisfaction, would there be any reward?

"When you meet the Young Master, answer whatever you ask. If you don't know, you just don't know. Don't make things up. If you answer to the Young Master's satisfaction, it will be of great benefit to you!"

Seeing that the warrior came over so wisely, Butler Zhao nodded with satisfaction, but he still did not forget his instructions.

"I wonder what your young master wants to ask?"

"I want to ask about farming in your hometown!"

Feng Qing'an walked out of the carriage, and the black and white wolves followed him out of the carriage. Whether it was Heishan or Bai Yao, even a gentle glance without hostility made the martial artist's body tense involuntarily. tight.

"farm work?"

Wufu looked confused. He had several thoughts running through his mind, but he never expected that the second young master in front of him, who could tell at a glance that he was extremely valuable, would ask about farming matters.

You can tell at a glance that this young master is a person who does not care about farm work. He has no official position and no position. There is no way you can get along with him!

"Yesterday I hosted a banquet for ghosts and gods in Jinling Prefecture. Some ghosts and gods complained to me, saying that Nanshao Prefecture's grain production has been decreasing in the past few years. Compared with the usual good harvest years, it is nearly 20% less. You are from Nanshao Prefecture. I want to ask you to confirm whether this is the case?"

"A banquet for ghosts and gods?"

Hearing the words spoken by the white-clothed young man in front of him, the martial artist who was called over for questioning was immediately startled. He had seen ghosts and gods roaming around, but he always stayed away from them.

"You don't need to worry about this. I just want to know if there is something wrong with Nanshao Mansion's grain production!"

Feng Qing'an's tone was serious. He couldn't just listen to the words of ghosts and gods and then run to confront a water king who was in charge of a thousand-mile river. What was the specific situation? He would conduct an on-the-spot investigation. If it really had a serious impact on the production of people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, , then he can take advantage of the situation and slay the dragon.

"Young master, you are asking me this question. To be honest, you are asking the wrong person. I don't care much about the farming affairs in my hometown!"

This warrior is quite upright and directly says he doesn’t understand, but he is not stupid either. I would like to add,

"But I think the reduction in grain production should be more than 20%. Those ghosts and gods complaining to you must be saying that there is less. The actual situation is more serious than this!"

"How can I see it?"

Feng Qingan asked.

"My family has had a lot of new faces in the past few years. They are all half-grown children, both male and female. They are all children who cannot be fed by the farmers in the villages ten miles away from my home. They are sold to my home!"

The young-looking warrior spoke like a young man from a wealthy family.

Feng Qingan's brows furrowed when he heard these words. Grain production was reduced by less than 20%, so farmers were forced to sell their sons and daughters?

"Master!?"

Just a slight frown on Feng Qing'an's brow, and unspeakable terrifying pressure fell on the seemingly young rich man, making his body tremble like chaff and he almost fell to the ground.

"Step back, what does this have to do with him!"

Feng Qing'an glared at the guys on the left and right who were putting pressure on the rich young man.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, which parent would be so stupid as to sell their children as goods unless they really couldn't find a way out and had no choice but to make such a choice.

In a time of famine when food is scarce, being willing to buy other people's children, feed them, and keep them alive is, in a sense, even a good deed.

"Master, these ghosts and gods may not be lying, and they don't dare to deceive you, Master!"

Butler Zhao took a look at the young man who was called for questioning. He was obviously a wealthy young man who had never been in love since childhood. He looked at Feng Qing'an and said.

"As long as grain production is reduced by 10% to 20%, it will be enough to force farmers to sell their sons, daughters, and land!"

"tax!"

Feng Qing'an frowned, then relaxed. After all, he was a clay child who rolled in the fields when he was a child, and he also knew what ordinary farmers were most worried about.

"Exactly, if the government does not reduce taxes, all the less food produced will fall on the common people, and the rations used by a farmer's family to survive will be reduced by half, or even more, and it is natural for them to be forced to sell their sons and daughters. Things!"

"Are government taxes so high?"

The silly eldest son of the landlord scratched the back of his head and looked slightly confused. This was not something he cared about in the first place. If he hadn't been asked today, he wouldn't have noticed this aspect.

"Land tax, UU reading www.uukanshu.net oral tax, as well as exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes imposed privately by the governments at all levels and localities. If it is a good harvest year, the people can still barely survive. But once food production decreases and taxes are not reduced, naturally they can only sell their children. female!"

Butler Zhao, who came from an ordinary background, explained softly that just because he came from an ordinary background, he knew how miserable the lives of ordinary people were.

The other martial artists who were accepted by Feng Qingan looked at each other with confusion on their faces. How could they, who were trained in martial arts, know the misery of the lower class people.

It is not just talk about being poor in literature and rich in martial arts. A martial artist who has been able to practice martial arts since childhood has nothing to do with being poor. There are very few martial artists who are born into poverty. Unless there is an extremely unnatural opportunity, practicing martial arts is risking one's life and there is no achievement. , just train yourself to death first.

"You are from Pingwu County, Nanshao Prefecture, right?"

Feng Qing'an's expression has returned to calmness, but there is a cold light flickering deep in his eyes.

He finally understood why his elder brother was killing people all the way on his way to the exam. With the sword in hand and the power added to him, it was difficult not to be murderous by these strange forces and chaos. He hadn't seen it with his own eyes yet, but they had already been killed. People are impulsive.