Duan Ye slapped his hand away and glared at him: "Two grown men, stop touching each other."
“Hahahaha…” Fengjiu laughed and patted his shoulder: “So, you are still sensible.”
Hearing this, Duan Ye's mouth twitched. He was sensible, otherwise he would have been beaten up by him. Well, he did not deny this. Except for this fat guy, the other two were not as easy to fool as him.
In this way, they stayed in the inn with good food and accommodation. As for Ning Lang, he was locked in a cage and spent a day hungry. Until the next morning, he was taken to the back mountain of the underground market to mine ore and carry things with a hungry stomach.
The sun was beating down on his head, and he was sweating profusely. His hands and feet were all rubbed and blistered. He was hungry and tired, and his whole body was sore. The bruises on his face had not yet healed, and they were covered with dust, so he looked very miserable.
"Ugh... I quit. I don't have the strength anymore. I can't move it."
He sat down on a rock and started crying like a child: "Dad, Mom, wuwu... save me... The people outside are not good people, it's too dangerous out here, I've been sold, wuwu... Dad, Mom, I want to go home..."
"call out!"
A whip was lashed out with a swish, and it landed on the stone beside him with a clatter, and a sharp shout was heard: "Why are you howling? Get up and get on with your work!"
"Wow... I didn't eat, my stomach is full, I can't move..."
Ning Lang sniffed, shrank his body and looked at the fierce and fierce man. He had been beaten since yesterday and he was a little scared. Who dared to beat him at home before? Sure enough, the people outside were not good people. The outside world was too dangerous. It was safer to hide at home.
"Are you hungry? Come with me." The big man glanced at him and turned away.
Upon hearing this, Ning Lang quickly stood up and limped after him until they came to a small shed. He saw the man scoop a bowl of something from a bucket and handed it to him.
"Eat! Then go do something!"
Ning Lang reached out to take it, and when he saw the porridge in the bowl, which was so watery and had a strange taste, he was stunned: "This, this is for pigs to eat? How can this be eaten by humans? Can this fill your stomach?"
"You still complain?"
The big man snorted and looked at him with contempt: "People like you who have no skills can only do heavy lifting every day and eat other people's leftovers."
"What do you mean I have no ability! I can do business, I can do accounting, I can make money! And I'm still a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building!" He reached out to wipe away his tears and roared in dissatisfaction.
"Doing business? Counting accounts? Making money? And you're a cultivator in the early stages of foundation building? Tsk!"
He sneered and said, "Boy, let your grandfather teach you! In this world, only the strong are respected. No matter how good you are at business and how much money you make, can you protect yourself with your early foundation building skills? Anyone with a stronger cultivation than you can take your life at any time and take the money you have worked so hard to earn. Do you understand? Only strength is the most reliable."
Ning Lang stared at him blankly, thinking blankly. If it were before, he would definitely say that he had money and he could hire many powerful people to protect him. However, in just two short days, what he experienced was something he had never encountered before. This kind of personal experience made him realize that it is better to rely on oneself than on others.