Two large gold coins.

Who is mean, who is noble?

Mrs. Vito shook her head, her lips pale.

She didn't know.

Sitting at the desk, she was like a student who had made a mistake, humbly listening to the teacher's teachings.

"You can't bear to earn the money of the poor, you only want to earn the money of the rich."

Luton had a sarcastic smile on his face, and every point was engraved on Mrs. Vito's heart.

Once he becomes mean, even the poisonous woman with a sharp mouth will hide her face and be defeated.

Ludon fluffed up with a question,

"Then I ask you, dear Mrs. Vito, where does the rich man's money come from?"

Mrs. Vito knew she had to answer Luden's question.

She tried to search for a few examples in her mind, and said whatever came to mind.

"Every year, I hire someone to plough the fields for me and raise some cattle and sheep..."

"You can rent out the manor that you don't have the energy to take care of..."

"You can drive a ship to carry goods for people..."

She was born in the Holy Descent family, and the people she came into contact with on weekdays were also from the Holy Descent family.

Everyone makes money, and the worst is the same.

Of course, more often than not, the Saint Family doesn't need to make money on their own.

After Mrs. Vito finished speaking, Luden's counterattack came like a cannonball,

"Where did the fields come from, why are the manors rich, and did the ships appear out of thin air?"

Madame Vito felt that these questions were strange, and said as a matter of course,

"It's... Passed down from our ancestors! ”

When she was born, her family had fertile land, a manor, a big ship...

Ludon continued to ask, "And how did your ancestors get this?" ”

Mrs. Vito was stunned again, her expression was a little unnatural at this time, and her confidence was not as strong as before.

"It's... I don't know... Most of them rely on farming, taking care of the estate, running boats, being industrious and thrifty, smart and capable, and finally accumulating these foundations... We are of the Saints..."

At the end, even she was embarrassed to say it, and her face was as red as an apple.

Ludon smiled.

He pointed to the surrounding area of the parlour, which was filled with books about the Saint Family of the Inquisition.

"The 800-year history of the Divine State is here."

Lutdon's voice was still light, still the kind of cynicism that was unique, not angry, not even aggressive.

He just said one fact indifferently,

"The Holy Family, in its eight hundred years of history, has been condensed into two words, which is nothing more than cannibalism."

"You have earned the money of the poor for eight hundred years, when the real poor appear before you. Looking at the poor people who have been eaten by you for 800 years, you tell me that you shouldn't earn the money of the poor? ”

Ludon laughed, as if hearing a big joke,

"A well-fed lion is pitying the young rabbit, a crocodile with meat stuffed between its teeth sheds tears, and the stench of your kindness almost overshadows your beauty..."

As she spoke, Mrs. Vito's eyes reddened.

She didn't know what she was wrong with, and she didn't know where Ludden's criticism came from.

Mrs. Vito retorted aggrievedly,

"Was I born sinful?"

When she was born, her family had fertile land, a manor, and a big ship, is it also a sin?

Ludon shook his head, casually saying one of the Holy Codex,

"Before a verdict of guilt, he is innocent."

As to whether Mrs. Vito's family had original sin, Luton had no intention of discussing it.

He doesn't need to discuss anything.

Facts always speak louder than words.

In the long life that followed, Mrs. Vito would naturally realize how the Saint Family eats people.

To be precise: how to elegantly eat people.

There is a heresy trial, and the Holy Family will still obey the Holy Law.

Ludon changed the topic to a lighter one,

"Tell me about your afternoon."

Mrs. Vito breathed a sigh of relief, finally freed from the previous high pressure, and the sparkle in the corners of her eyes disappeared, not only with a light smile on her face, but even a little light in her voice.

The old acting school belongs to yes.

"Originally, everything went according to my original childish idea, until a group of people came to the door..."

Mrs. Vito sighed and continued,

"They scraped together 100 truckloads of grain and wanted to trade, but I didn't expect that my kindness would become a burden to them, oh yes, the old farmer was also in the crowd.."

Ludon corrected, "Rupets Williams. ”

Everyone has a name.

If you have a name, you should be remembered.

"Yes, Rupets Williams, he's in the crowd too..."

Mrs. Vito saw the scene of the afternoon,

The old farmer stood in the crowd, his brows locked into Sichuan characters, his face sad, and he did not have the excitement of the morning at all.

He originally brought 5 sacks of grain, but he was able to bring back 6 sacks of grain.

Now that I have found an intermediary and a guarantor, I can only bring back 5 and a half bags of grain with 5 bags of grain.

Even so, the old farmer is willing to make this deal!

Miso picked up for nothing, who doesn't want it!

It's just that he kept sighing and saying upside down, "Mr. Lutdon is a good man. "If it's still Mr. Luden, so good." Something like that.

Mrs. Vito thought it was angry and funny.

Ludon S. Y. Wegood, the man she had ever met, was the closest thing she had ever seen to a demon.

Why do so many people always say that he is a good person?

Ludon tapped the table twice, allowing Mrs. Vito to draw her attention back.

"So, what should you learn from this?"

Mrs. Vito shook her head, she was confused now.

Emotionally, she still doesn't want to earn money from the poor.

From a practical point of view, her kindness has become a burden for the poor.

Ludon didn't sell it, and said bluntly,

"As long as you make money, as long as you cut leeks, that is, the strong cut leeks to the weak, it is indiscriminate to cut leeks, and everyone should be cut equally.

There is no precise scythe that cuts only the rich, and even if there is, it is ineffective.

Because, when I finish cutting the rich man's leek, the rich man who has suffered a loss will raise his sickle to the poor man and start a new round of leek cutting, and the loss will still be borne by the poor..."

Cutting leeks, Mrs. Vito didn't quite understand.

She automatically replaced it with a vivid word: robbery.

Listening to Lundon's words, Mrs. Vito asked, puzzled,

"Mr. Luden, I must admit your charisma, but you are by no means a strong person compared to the Saint Family."

Why was the unarmed Ludon able to rob the Saint Family?

Mrs. Vito couldn't figure it out.

Ludon corrected,

"I'm the strong one when it comes to poor information, and that's enough."

For a more in-depth topic, Luton did not talk to Mrs. Vito.

He crossed his feet on the table to make himself as comfortable as he could.

Mrs. Vito was very intrigued, and knew that this was the end of the conversation.

Ludon just raised his hand, wanting to massage his temples.

A pair of slender hands took the first step and massaged him just right, which was indescribably comfortable.

Mrs. Vito had already gotten up and walked behind Ludon.

In the big picture, Mrs. Vito may still be lacking in the fire.

But when it comes to serving people, she is indeed a master.

While massaging Ludon, Mrs. Vito asked softly,

"What's next, what do we do next?"

"What's next?"

Ludon closed his eyes, the back of his head was soft, and replied lazily,

"Sell grain."