Life in a Simulation - Chapter 12

After helping the woman, Zhou Ming was smoothly fired from the construction site and returned to his rental room in a relaxed and cheerful manner.

Of course, the foreman still paid him his wages, not out of pity, but because in the past few days, Zhou Ming had done the work of one and a half bricklayers by himself, and he could carry on for more than ten days in a row. His physical strength and endurance were so astonishing that the foreman, who had been in the business for many years, had rarely seen a few people like him, and dared not deduct his wages.

In fact, it was not that Zhou Ming’s physical strength was strong. He really could not bear it in the later days. Fortunately, he found some tricks in the injection mode playing “The Reversal Life of Zhang Ergou”. Relying on means without moral principles such as hitting with a mallet, opening a harem, and forcibly taking and seizing, he got a 3S-level rating for three consecutive rounds and earned more than 8000 achievement points.

All these achievement points were exchanged for Strength Boost Cards, which increased his body’s strength attribute by 8 points, making it much easier to carry bricks on the construction site.

After returning to the rental room, he spent a day cleaning the inside and outside of the room, and then went to the nearby supermarket to purchase a large amount of convenient food such as instant noodles, biscuits, bread, and sausage, the quantity of which was enough for him to eat for one or two months.

After taking a comfortable hot bath, Zhou Ming lay comfortably on the bed, closed his eyes, and opened the game panel in his mind.

“System, let’s enter the game.”

“Drip~”

“The player begins to enter the game…”

Game background introduction:

This is an absurd, ignorant, and conservative era. The lords are selfish and self-interested, the knights are obsessed with martial power, the farmers are starving, the clergy spread hypocrisy, and the slaves are barely clinging to life… In this world filled with wars, plagues, and thieves, as the son of an ordinary farmer in Granling’s Rose Town, how will you intervene in the feud of the lords…

…

“Wow~wow~”

A clear and loud cry, from a dilapidated and crooked mud house, spread throughout the entire Rose Town.

“@#￥#……￥%” A woman with deep yellow hair and white skin weakly said.

“@#￥#@！￥@#！” A wavy-haired white man, excitedly holding the baby in his arms, chattered, apparently very excited.

“What are these two talking about?”

The baby in the state of Zhou Ming was stunned, but seeing the two typical white men and women with a happy look on their faces, he knew that these two must be his parents.

“Learn slowly if you can’t understand, anyway I’m just a baby now.”

After eating the breast milk fed by the white woman, Zhou Ming, feeling a bit dizzy, fell into a sweet dream.

…

In the blink of an eye, three years passed.

Sitting on a round wooden stump in front of the fence, Zhou Ming swung his legs and looked at the environment of this world.

The green wheat field, the peaceful and harmonious small town, the clear river stream, the towering castle on the hill…

“It’s really a world like a paradise.”

Yes.

If there were no lords and knights stationed in that castle, no detestable tax collectors and lord’s stewards, no thieves scattered in the mountains and fields who occasionally came to harass the small town… then this would be a paradise.

Zhou Ming’s name in this world is “Layne”, his father is named Derek, his mother is called Juliana, and there is also a one-year-old younger sister, who was given a beautiful name called “Alice”.

A relatively happy family of four.

But this happiness is also based on the fact that the weather has been favorable and the harvest has been good in these years, and the family can barely maintain a warm and full life.

The father, a farmer named Derek, rented a hundred acres of land from Baron Connor, the lord.

Of these hundred acres of land, one-third will be used for fallow, and the remaining two-thirds will be used to grow crops such as barley, oats, wheat, and rye, as well as a small amount of peas and forage.

The yield of crops in this world is generally low. In a slightly good year, the return rate of seeds is about 4 times, that is, planting one jin of seeds can harvest four to five jin of grain.

This kind of harvest seems not bad, but half of it has to be handed over to the lord as rent.

In addition to the lord’s rent, the church also collects a tithe, which is not much, and finally what is left can only ensure that the farmer does not starve to death.

In addition to this, Father Derek also has the obligation to do weekly work for the lord. For three days a week, he has to do miscellaneous chores such as plowing, transportation, sowing, threshing, and storing until he can drag his tired body back to his own land to work after entering the warehouse.

After serving the labor, Father Derek also has to serve in the army for the lord. Whenever Baron Connor wants to fight with Baron Howard or Baron Garcia around Granling, Father Derek has the obligation to be conscripted into the army, standing at the front of the formation, acting as cannon fodder for the knights behind.

In the past two years, Father Derek has been conscripted into the army twice. Once was to fight Baron Garcia in the west. Fortunately, he won and received a small bag of black flour as a reward (flour made from rye, the hardness of the black bread made can be compared to bricks)

The second time fighting a group of wandering bandits was not so lucky. His right hand was shot by an arrow. Although it was not deep into the flesh, it also affected three months of normal work and has not fully recovered to this day.

If it were just high rent, heavy labor, and dangerous military service, that would be fine. What was imposed on farmers like Father Derek were also all kinds of strange and numerous taxes, even precise to a chicken, an egg, and a piece of firewood.

The fish in the river cannot be caught, the wild animals in the mountains cannot be hunted, the rabbits in the fields cannot be caught, and even if the pigeons in the lord’s house are spoiling the crops in your field, you cannot touch them… because all these are the lord’s.

Even Father Derek himself cannot leave this small town at will, or marry off his daughter at will…

In short, for Father Derek, except for honestly farming, paying taxes, and serving labor and military service, everything else is not allowed, not allowed, unless the merciful lord has mercy.

Zhou Ming was very surprised that this feudal serfdom, which exploited farmers to the extreme and was even more miserable than slaves regarded as private property, could exist in this world.

Are those lords not afraid that these farmers will join hands, and on a day of despair and anger, rush up and tear them into pieces?

But…

Look at that tall and solid castle, look at the bright armor covering the whole body of the knight, and then look at Father Derek’s malnourished and weak body…

Farmers in this physical condition probably can’t attack that tall castle guarded by only ten knights even if they gather a thousand people?

Zhou Ming frowned.

It’s difficult, really difficult. This map simply doesn’t give the lower-class people a way out. Compared with these lords, Li Shouzheng in “Zhang Ergou” is as kind as a Bodhisattva, and Zhang Ergou’s living conditions are much better than his own.

“Let’s take it one step at a time for now.”

Life in a Simulation - Chapter 12

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