He was born in the countryside, a person from a humble family, and he had empathy for these farmers living on the bottom rung of the Great Zhou, knowing that even if their actions did not comply with rules, he could not force them to do anything.
If they were really forced to leave Xiaobai Village, they wouldn't be able to plant this year's crops. Without a harvest next year, even if they weren't harmed by the Devil Clan, they'd still be starved to death.
At this moment, Cheng Guang also slightly furrowed his brow.
After all, Xiaobai Village was still under the Emperor's feet, and yet, life was so difficult here. Survival was a struggle, and for the sake of livelihood, all the elderly of the village came out to farm, risking their lives...
This…
Cheng Guang was at a loss for words for a moment.
He dared not imagine what life was like for those living on the bottom rung of Great Zhou in other remote villages far from the Great Zhou Capital.
This era was just like this.
