Gods of All People: I have a family development simulator

Empire of Light.

Southeastern Province.

Barony of Poplar.

The broken red sun is about to fall.

At dusk, night is approaching.

The serfs of Poplar Town were under the whipping of the overseers, and all of them were sweating and hoeing.

It's dinner time.

The serfs, who were still sweating, were almost all dressed in white and tattered linen shirts, and some even wore only a pair of linen trousers.

Winter is coming, and the weather is getting colder.

Some of the thinly dressed serfs had turned pale from the cold, and they could only numbly swing their hoes to turn over some frozen and hard ground.

Planted by the lord bought.

It is a miracle crop called snow melon that grows winter fruit even in autumn.

Forcing yourself to work to relieve your cold and hunger.

"Farmer, let the skinny monkey rest, he'll die of exhaustion if he continues like this."

He hadn't rested for two days!Even

if he was as humble as his lord's property, if he died, it would be a waste of his lord's property!"

A thin old serf saw the overseer with a whip arrive.

While wielding the hoe vigorously, he pleaded for others.

Looking at a thin black boy next to the old serf who was wielding a hoe like a machine with blank eyes and numb eyes, his whole body was already withered and crumbling.

The overseer was satisfied when he saw this.

This is what will happen to him in violation of his majesty.

It's just a serf.

He's a Level 1 sub-class farmer.

The old serf looked at the overseer who had been a serf before, hoping that he would open up the net and give his companions who had been in the same place a way to live.

But I saw a whip come with a bang.

This time the force was so great that even the old serf, who had long been Xi to it, had bloody whip marks drawn on his face, and he almost fainted.

"What kind of thing are you, old thing,

dare you come and teach me how to do things!" the

tall overseer, who was also dressed in sackcloth but had a few extra layers, withdrew his whip unhappily.

Born as a serf, he successfully transitioned to a first-class farmer after a long period of farming.

With the addition of two life skills, planting and gathering, he successfully became favored by the lord and became the ruling class among the serfs.

He was selected as the overseer of the serfs and managed all the serfs in Poplar Town.

But venting his anger, he thought about it and felt that what the old serf said was reasonable.

After looking at the skinny boy who was already crumbling and dying.

The overseer thought that he had a bright future, as long as he planted snow melons.

Complete the tasks assigned by the lord himself, and gain the lord's appreciation, and you will have the opportunity to become a free people.

When the time comes, marry a wife and have children, live and work in peace and contentment in Poplar Town, and get rid of slavery.

Maybe his descendants can also produce a noble lord.

With this group of stinky serfs who want to die and work for a lifetime, the general knowledge is simply their own loss.

Thinking so, the overseer swore and walked towards the thin boy.

Then he kicked him to the ground while he was still swinging his hoe, and fainted.

Unexpectedly, the overseer, who had become so weak that the other party had become like this, reached out and put it under the young man's nose in a panic, and probed his nose.

And breathing.

The overseer was relieved.

He shook his whip and pointed at the old serf.

"You! You care so much about him, take him to rest!

If he dies, I will only ask you.

As punishment for hitting me, you and him don't eat tonight!" The

overseer then politely waved his hand to a female cook who had already delivered food not far away.

"Auntie, let it go.

We, lowly serfs, can come by ourselves, and you who are not free people will serve us. Then

the overseer nodded and rushed to the cook, bringing the barrel full of thin batter soup forward for her.

After sending away the cook who left with a smile on her face, he bravely did the work of shaking the spoon that was not his job.

As

long as everyone obeys my orders and cooperates with me, I will not miss a bite to eat.

But if he tries to disobey me like a skinny monkey, he will end up like this!

Now that there are two less people to eat, I will serve you a little more tonight!"

Soon the serfs, who had been dead and silent, all took away the rudimentary wooden bowls and competed for the overseer who was flattered by the name of Haru.

Try to divide a little more of the thin batter soup so that their stomachs won't be so hungry tonight.

Smell the sweet batter in the air.

The old serf supported the young skinny monkey who was still fainting.

The reason why it is called Skinny Monkey is because under long-term malnutrition and high work, the whole person has been skinny and skinny, and some are not human-shaped.

looked at the yellow-skinned boy in front of him.

Thinking that it was because of his momentary pity that he couldn't eat, the hungry old serf looked at the young man in front of him with some hatred.

Then there was some relief.

What makes him hungry is only the pity of the nobles he should not have, and the weak power and status, and he cannot be blamed on the thin monkey who is also a serf and miserable than him.

After all, he once had a good family and a relatively comfortable life, but it was only the famine that made him wander here.

But the skinny monkey in front of him has been a serf since he was a child.

There are no parents, no family, and even the words are not smooth because no one teaches them.

The only thing he admired was that he dared to offend Haru, the overseer who was also a serf but had a high status and was one of all serfs.

Just so that the serfs who died of exhaustion and disease could have a straw mat to bury.

"O goodness! Thou art a curse to the poor people. The

old serf remembered that in his youth, he listened to a great bard in the tavern.

This is indeed the truth.

But he was old and dying.

People who don't live long have no desires.

The old serf took the thin monkey and drove it to a small hut.

Place the emaciated boy on a layer of straw, which was the old serf's own bed.

Originally, the place where the skinny monkey usually slept was in the dusty land.

After settling the thin monkey, the hungry and somewhat frail old serf took a wooden bowl and held a bowl of water, found a small bag of linen, and carefully shook off some of the accumulated batter lumps.

Stir and drink slowly.

The long-term exhausting labor, coupled with a whipping from the overseer, carried the thin monkey back all the way.

The old serf, who was already old, was already physically and mentally exhausted, and slowly closed his eyes on the muddy floor.