In the dilapidated thatched hut, at a table and a chair, Lin Zhengyang was holding fresh wild vegetables, holding a clay bowl, and reluctantly swallowing the steamed wheat by himself.

This projection world is obviously different from the official history, and many places are plausible.

Lin Zhengyang only needed to call on the memory of "Zhao Qi", and reluctantly got himself some hot food and hot water.

Even though the fields are full of rice, he has to eat wheat.

It's so exploited, so much rice········ All paid their taxes, and nothing was left.

In fact, even if you stay, you don't have so much time to go to the rice, and naturally you can't eat fragrant white rice.

At this time, only scholars were allowed to eat white rice on a regular basis.

In this era of severely low productivity, without stir-frying, without the many spices of later generations, white rice was already a good delicacy.

In the island country next door, a dozen catties of white rice are enough to hire a down-and-out samurai to kill people.

What's more, the rice has to be shelled by the rice to make rice.

Rice is a heavy physical work, in the ancient court often sent the wrong palace maids to make mistakes, and many people were tired to death in a year.

The steamed wheat, with its rough texture, has not yet been hulled, and it is really unpalatable.

"Zhao Qi, Zhao Qi, have you finished eating?"

"Today I went to the river to fish, I heard that there is a bustle on the other side of the river, do you want to go and see it?"

The person who came was a half-grown man, wearing rags and stepping on bast shoes, looking fourteen or fifteen years old, about the same age as the "Zhao Qi" possessed by Lin Zhengyang.

According to Zhao Qi's memory, this is a fellow villager who played with him to the big one, named Song Ping.

Both of them are native villagers of this village, and they belong to the wild people of the national wilderness system.

Savages have no right to participate in politics, let alone private land, and can only retain a part of their private property.

Even they themselves are not completely free.

Once they get out of the area of Haoyang Mountain, they will be regarded as fugitive slaves, and they all deserve to be killed, and more are caught and reduced to slaves.

In this world, the population is sparse, and all the lords everywhere will restrict the movement of the people.

Coupled with the huge differences in transportation and cultural accents, most of the people at the bottom have never walked ten miles in their lives.

Lin Zhengyang put down the pottery bowl in his hand and placed it carefully.

This is one of Zhao Qi's few belongings.

He ignored Song Ping, who was out of breath from running, and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth with an old linen cloth.

If he hadn't seen that there was still more than half of the steamed wheat in his bowl, he would have been enjoying the state banquet just now.

Song Ping looked at this dead friend blankly, feeling that there seemed to be something different about him.

It's like ·········· It's like the samurai and strategists who promoted the countrymen!

No, even those Chinese people I saw today didn't have Zhao Qi's demeanor.

He had some doubts in his heart, so he asked:

"Zhao Qi, you ········ Why do you seem to be a little different? ”

Lin Zhengyang's heart tightened, and then quickly recalled Zhao Qi's own habits, turned his head and asked with a smile:

"Song Ping, are you a boy, what's different about me? We went to dig out the bird's nest together yesterday morning, so why am I different? ”

On the surface, there is nothing abnormal at all, but in fact, Lin Zhengyang has secretly tightened his heartstrings·········

He hadn't even cultivated the Yin God, and if he died once, he would probably lose quite a lot of his memories, and if he didn't collect enough Force power by then, even if he had the help he wanted, he might fall here.

I can't afford to lose, I can't afford to gamble···········

If this Song Ping really noticed something, he would say it to the outside world, with the customs of this era, most of them would be regarded as demons and beaten to death.

Never be discovered!

Even if killing someone would cause a lot of trouble, he had to take action.

Lin Zhengyang had already secretly tensed his muscles, his feet were stepping on the pace, ready to step closer, and smash his viscera with his fists··········

He is calm to the point of almost absolute sanity, and the more urgent the moment, the more quickly he reacts, discarding useless emotions such as remorse, anger, fear, etc., and just waiting for the result········

It's like a powder keg, almost a spark, it will completely detonate and send everyone into the sky!

Song Ping, who was dumbfounded, touched the back of his head, shook his head, shook his head in confusion, and said:

"It's okay, Zhao Qi used to eat, but you never wiped your mouth, you also said that we savages are not like those countrymen, so we don't need to be so ········ So ··········"

"Ya!"

Lin Zhengyang picked up a word.

"Yes, that's Ya! Ya is something that only people who know how to have etiquette, and you said that we savages can't have it. ”

"Savages only need to be obedient, those who understand etiquette can only be Chinese, etiquette is only available to nationals, and savages cannot have it!"

Then he asked blankly:

"I think Zhao Er, you are more elegant than those Chinese people, do you also know how to be polite?"

Lin Zhengyang rummaged through his memory and found that it was indeed true.

There's a bad thing about this possessed native, and that's it.

Human memories are so complicated that even a monk who has attained the Yin God can master it in a short period of time.

So when this kind of soul journey, many times some trivial things will be ignored.

Unless he waits for the time to be used, Lin Zhengyang will never be okay to look through these memories.

You must know that all the memories from birth are actually hidden in the depths of the sea of knowledge, but some of them are gradually forgotten.

"It's also a ········ with a story"

Lin Zhengyang rummaged through the memories of this body, and sighed lightly in his heart.

No wonder this Zhao Qi can say such a thing.

It turned out that his ancestors had also been generous, and at the highest time, the family once served as a secretary.

Although it is only a lower secretary, it is not as good as a higher secretary, but it is also a great high position.

Zhao has a land of thousands of miles, a population of two million, and only a dozen Qing.

The Zhao clan was the real ruling class at the time.

Above the people, there are scholars, and then there are doctors, and then there are Qing.

There has been such a system in the history of the Overworld.

After the Western Zhou Dynasty, among the pre-Qin princes, there were three levels of secretary, doctor, and scholar under the monarch.

The doctor is hereditary, has fiefs, and is a lord in various places.

Shi was the lowest aristocratic class in the pre-Qin period, and most of the retainers of the Qing doctors lived on their income.

After the late Spring and Autumn period, it gradually became a general term for intellectuals in the ruling class.

There are scholars who write books and lectures, monks who know yin and yang calculations, strategists who give advice to others, and samurai who betray their forces········

Later, the scholars were no longer nobles, but a class, a group········· Someone who has mastered knowledge.

In these years, the monopoly of knowledge was very strict, and most of them were controlled by the blood aristocracy, and the emergence of scholars gradually affected their status.

Further down, there are Chinese people, which are equivalent to citizens.

Savages, that is, the outright exploited class, are not citizens, they are equivalent to serfs, only a little better than slaves, at least they can have their own property.

Further down were the slaves, most of whom were prisoners of war.

Zhao Er has gone from being a high-ranking son of the Qing clan to a savage who is now only a line away from a slave, and has experienced quite a lot of twists and turns.

If you really sort it out carefully, I'm afraid it can be written into a political struggle novel.

It's a pity that Lin Zhengyang has already made up his mind that he will only stay here for two months at most, and now he is only thinking about doing things.

"Zhao Qi's family, which was originally a side branch of the Zhao clan, has fallen to the point where it is now, and it has nothing to do with the current monarch········"

"If you can find an opportunity to stab the monarch to death, you will definitely be able to shock all countries, and the historian of Zhao will definitely include this major event in his biography, and it will be passed on to future generations, and it can be regarded as an assassin's biography!"

Thinking of this, Lin Zhengyang's eyes were shining.

Song Ping, who was on the side, suddenly felt chills all over his body, and couldn't help but shiver.