"Is this also called a big city? It's so poor." Fang Ning looked down at the city below from the sky and said with disdain.
I saw a cluster of low buildings below, and homeless people and beggars could be seen everywhere on most of the streets. The roads were so bad that they stank to the sky.
Only the two main streets in the center of the city are paved with bluestones and have ditches dug on both sides. They are relatively clean and prosperous.
There are many three-story and two-story houses with mixed wood and brick structures on both sides of the road. The people walking on the road are also better dressed.
"The population of this city is estimated to be approximately 300,000. In this feudal era, it was considered a very large city." The system avatar said blankly.
"I'm just making random remarks, you don't have to answer me seriously." Fang Ning said speechlessly.
"It's impossible to tell whether the host is casually complaining or asking formally." The system avatar said honestly.
Fang Ning didn't want to bully an honest person, so he didn't say anything. At this time, he had already seen a high-rise building with a sign of "Wanbao Pavilion".
It’s impossible not to see it. This is the tallest building in a city with a population of 300,000, with a height of ninety-nine stories.
Compared with the large number of three- and two-story buildings around it, it was a completely inhuman existence, crushing everything and overlooking everything.
Just from the appearance, any traveler who sees this place will instinctively realize that this is not a primitive feudal society.
And now, a conflict is breaking out in front of this inhuman building.
"Guys, please work harder and rush in. There must be a lot of good things inside!"
"Yes, they used to squeeze us a lot, and they would send all the good things inside. The high officials of the court have spoken, the gods will not care about them anymore, everyone hurry up, kill these dogs, and divide the things! "Someone said encouragingly.
A group of rioting people, armed with sticks, brooms, hoes, and kitchen knives. Some of the leaders could hold an iron knife. They were surrounding the inner and outer three floors of this 99-story inhumane building.
There were more than twenty people inside, carrying a brown-black log and banging against the copper gate at the entrance to the first floor of the pavilion.
Several corpses had fallen before the door. The smell of blood, instead of frightening the attackers, made them crazy with excitement.
Because in the past, they were not even qualified to get a hundred steps closer to this place. They had been ejected by the pavilion formation. It was impossible to violently attack.
But now, not only did they successfully approach here, but they could also directly hit the door with wood, which greatly gave them courage.
They have been oppressed for countless years and their lives are far inferior to those of slaves on earth. Now when a spark falls and the court instigates them from behind, it will naturally burst into flames.
To know the level of treatment of the oppressed, it basically depends on the resistance of the oppressed.
In this upper realm ruled by gods, it is obvious that the oppressed are powerless to resist, and their treatment is only enough to maintain the most basic population reproduction, so as not to leave no one available above.
When Fang Ning saw this, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "Oh, it's all a routine. It's really sad. They are a bunch of poor people who can only be used by others."
"Does the host want to save them?" the system avatar asked.
"Well, that's too troublesome. I'm very busy." Fang Ning quickly shook his head.
You can't let go of this matter. Dealing with people is the most troublesome thing, let alone leading a group of people to fight for their due interests. Once you get involved, you will never be able to get away from it. And the most important thing is that in the end, you won't be able to get away from it. It will definitely end well, otherwise it will be a lifetime of infamy.
What he wants is to be free and easy, to live a long life, to eat, drink and have fun... I don't bully others, and others have no ability to bully me.
"I see, one of the traits that the main body has given you is good at talking, and this one matches up well." The system avatar said seriously.
"Damn it, how many bad things did that grandson write about me behind my back?" Fang Ning said angrily.
"Not many, as thick as this book." The system incarnation drew a book in Fang Ning's mind, which seemed to be the "Heaven and Earth Righteousness Jue" that Fang Ning had been having a headache for a long time. The thickness was about the same as his height.
"No wonder there is a god-level rule to constrain it. Without this constraint, would it not be rebellious? It is thinking about me behind my back every day, probably because it wants to overthrow my rule." Fang Ning said bitterly.
"That's the truth." The system avatar said very sincerely.
"Uh..." Fang Ning was speechless. He had lost all his words, so he had to forcefully change the subject, "This is troublesome. I thought Wanbao Pavilion could have some resistance, but now it seems that their foundation is also being shaken. middle."
Fang Ning started to worry...
However, not long after, footsteps suddenly came from a distance.
Another group of musketeers appeared, the leader seemed to be a general, wearing bright armor, riding a tall horse, and a bright red cloak, which was very conspicuous.
The number of the musketeers was not large, only three or four hundred, but at this time, there were nearly ten thousand people besieging the Wanbao Pavilion, spread across several surrounding streets.
However, the Musketeers were not afraid of danger and looked well-trained.
"Everyone, stop it. This Wanbao Pavilion is already the property of the imperial court. You mobs, retreat quickly! Otherwise, I will turn you into powder immediately under the sky fire!"
The leading general was obviously a cultivator before, and his voice was so loud that it could be heard for miles...
Most people would never be able to do this.
Many people stopped immediately and looked at each other in fear. The formation on the other side was strict and the soldiers were solemn. At first glance, they were not easy to mess with.
In ancient wars, pomp and circumstance was very important. A well-organized formation did not necessarily mean an elite one, but an elite man must have a well-organized formation.
Some timidly dropped their sticks, knives and forks and sneaked away.
However, there are still some people who are unwilling to give up. Seeing that the door is about to be opened, someone actually prevents them from grabbing the fun. In the face of greed, panic has been temporarily suppressed.
These people are often the real robbers, street gangsters, evil beggars and the like. It would be extremely difficult to ask them to give up the treasures that are easily available at this time.
What's more, with their knowledge, they couldn't tell how powerful the musket in front of them was.
They just know that the gods have not appeared in the world for hundreds of years, and the mages who were originally aloof have shrunk one by one and no longer cast spells with great power.
So they encouraged from behind: "Afraid of a hammer? There are so many of us, why can't we rob?"
"That's right. You can just rob things with your own skills. Why should you be afraid of them?"
"If you steal this time, everyone will enjoy the hot and spicy food from now on!"
"These bastards of the court used to follow the mage masters to bully us. Now that the mage masters are no longer good, they are shaking. What are you afraid of? Their sticks are not as long as ours!"
With these agitation, people's blood, which had just cooled down, started to heat up again.
A group of the most daring guys took the lead and led the people around them to make noise towards the seemingly thin musketeers.
But no one took the initiative to move forward. It was obvious that they had also made up their mind to let others die first.
"You idiots who don't know how to live or die, you have to kill a lot of them before you know how to write the word "fear!" The leading general took a few steps forward and said viciously.
He waved his hand, and the musketeers behind him began to march.
At this time, someone in the crowd seemed to be touched by the hatred in his heart when he heard these words, and suddenly threw the brick in his hand fiercely.
There was a "bang", hitting a musketeer in the forehead.
The musketeer staggered and fell down.
"Haha, it turns out that they are not made of steel. They are far worse than the mage masters who escaped before. Come on, everyone!"
A conflict is just around the corner.
When Fang Ning saw this from above, he already understood.
He was right. Just like before, the officials of the imperial court were behind the scenes to deceive the people and rob the Wanbao Pavilion.
But the only difference is that, unlike Tao Palace, which is purely a consumption type, Wanbao Pavilion still has a commercial production side. They want to accept the other party's channel system at the minimum cost and become their own industry. At this time, they will conflict with the original owner. .
The original owner had a divine backer before and was in the dominant position in the relationship with the court. Now that the backer is gone, if he wants to hook up with the court again, he will have to pay a lot.
So the officials of the imperial court first deceived the rebellious people to put pressure on Wanbao Pavilion, and then waited until the other party made a huge compromise, then sent troops to suppress it and protect these industries.
It's full of routines, but there are very few people who can understand this.
After all, these people below lack information and do not have the knowledge reserve like Fang Ning. Only a few cultivators can understand it.
But they could see clearly that the mob would not believe what they said, because they had long been in two different worlds.
Now Fang Ning started to have a headache, not knowing who to find as his agent.
In the main world of the current upper realm, the main forces in various regions can be divided into three parts.
One is the people at the bottom who have started to riot. They have great potential but no organizational power. It is very troublesome and laborious to organize.
One is the old cultivator force, which has a well-established organization, but it is already a thing of the past, and there is too much resentment, and it has long lost its popular base.
The last piece is the emerging imperial power, which has begun to accept the old legacy. To a certain extent, they are the only ones who are most likely to be the final victors.
It's just that Fang Ning doesn't want to cooperate with these guys, because these guys are the most disgusting, have the most thoughts, are not good at doing business, and are a drag on others.
The many tricks of the feudal emperors and bureaucrats would make any modern person stunned. Although they are conservative and decadent, when it comes to people's calculations, they are extremely human beings.
Fang Ning has been reading historical time travel novels for a long time, and he has long been suffocated.
"Asshole, I've become a god, can't I still do whatever I want?" Fang Ning said angrily.
"It is the system body that becomes a god. You are only a lake-level host. There is still a long way to go before you can do whatever you want." The system incarnation said seriously.
"You are so unlovable." Fang Ning said helplessly.
"Unable to understand." The system avatar said calmly.