I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong-Chapter 481 - 443: After a Great Disaster Comes a Great Plague

Chapter 481: Chapter 443: After a Great Disaster Comes a Great Plague

Tian Lin couldn’t say that this foolish ’idea’ was his, as he couldn’t waste his breath explaining it to others, especially since what Lord Yunding did was indeed a bit foolish.

"Regardless of whether the Spirit Rice and spirit meat in the city were really stolen by Lord Yunding or not, the most pressing matter is that besides begging the Su family for grain for yourselves, don’t forget about the mortals under your governance!"

All the guests visiting Tian Lin were cultivators. Only they had the leisure at this time to come here for idle chat.

Meanwhile, those disaster-stricken mortals were still struggling with hardships in life.

Not to mention that they didn’t have the time to come to Tian Lin, just because of the difference between immortals and mortals, they didn’t dare to disturb Tian Lin.

And besides the servants, Tian Lin’s family always managed a few acres of land by themselves, so there were no disaster-stricken mortals in his household.

But these settled cultivators were different.

"As Master Tian said, we naturally care for the mortal tenant farmers in our families. But now that our lands are destroyed, having tenant farmers is of no use. So early on, we drove those tenant farmers away."

This group of people previously accused the Su family and other aristocratic families of being ruthless, but when it came to their actions, they could lightly speak of them without any guilt.

Tian Lin was a bit surprised by their words and actions, but since he already understood their character, it wasn’t too hard to accept.

He nodded, then asked these cultivators, "You came to see me, not to ask me to help you beg the Su family for grain, right?"

The leading old man shook his head and said,

"Although most of the lands are destroyed now, a small portion still remains. With spring about to arrive, we cannot forgo the Spring Festival."

Last year, when Tian Lin arrived, it was not the right time, so he didn’t participate in the Spring Festival.

At that time, the Spring Festival was presided over by this old man here, not only because he had the highest cultivation but also because he was the oldest in the area.

But now that Tian Lin had arrived, being the person with the strongest cultivation and highest status, naturally, the Spring Festival should be presided over by him.

"Yes, indeed, the plan for a year lies in spring, so the Spring Festival must not be abandoned; however, I have no experience with the Spring Festival, so I can provide labor and Spirit Stones. As for presiding over the Spring Festival, let Brother Zhang do it."

The old man named Zhang stroked his beard, showing a difficult expression, and said, "The Spring Festival has always been presided over by someone of high moral standing. For a humble man like me to preside over the Spring Festival, surpassing someone of great virtue like Master Tian, I fear I would be laughed at for not understanding the rules."

In reality, the person presiding over the Spring Festival would privately pocket a part of the collected offerings, money, and grain.

This was well-known to everyone, yet no one pointed it out.

Therefore, the person presiding over the Spring Festival has always been strong in cultivation and high in status, but not truly of high moral standing.

For Old Man Zhang to preside over the Spring Festival, he could not only gain money and grain but also increase his reputation, so why wouldn’t he be happy to do so?

"Speaking of high moral standing, who else in the northern suburbs could compare to Brother Zhang? So there’s no need for Brother Zhang to refuse—next, as for how much money each family should contribute for the Spring Festival, Brother Zhang can just tell my housekeeper Yu’er, and she will allocate Spirit Stones from the accounts."

Gaining Tian Lin’s permission, Old Man Zhang was naturally extremely satisfied.

He said, "Since it’s Master Tian who wants me to serve, how can I refuse? Rest assured, Master Tian, I will make this Spring Festival splendid, and certainly won’t leave you disgraced."

Tian Lin had the servants escort this group out, and at this time, it happened that the Cui’er sisters returned.

Yu’er said to Tian Lin, "Cui’er and I went to the Su family, and Miss Wang of the Su family asked if you as the master would want to preside over the Spring Festival?"

Tian Lin replied, "Old Zhang from the northern suburbs just asked me for the Spring Festival, and I already declined. I don’t rule the northern suburbs, nor is there any need to build up prestige in Beiyed County—

A year’s Spring Festival, claimed to be a worship to the Spring God, is essentially still a political show. So there’s no need for us to compete with the Su family, let Wang Yanyu take on this kind of attention-grabbing role."

"Then our contribution from the northern suburbs means the Su family won’t need to contribute further?" fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

The Spring Festival is typically hosted by the aristocratic families in the city for the entire city’s ceremonies, but each village in the suburbs also hosts their Spring Festival.

The city’s Spring Festival is a grand one, whereas the suburban Spring Festival is much simpler.

"The purpose isn’t to save money or grain—just since we’re living in the northern suburbs, it’s fine to only participate in the northern suburbs’ Spring Festival."

While on the Yulong Continent, Tian Lin had never participated in a Spring Festival.

After arriving in Cangzhou and later going to the Wenda Sect, since Cangzhou is by the sea, the coastal areas did not hold Spring Festivals.

And as for the Wenda Sect? People in the Wenda Sect didn’t farm at all, much less would they hold a Spring Festival.

So ever since his cultivation journey began, Tian Lin had really never seen a Spring Festival event.

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In the blink of an eye, another half month had passed, and the issue regarding Lord Yunding’s grand tomb had gradually sunk into silence.

Nowadays, what people were most concerned about, aside from the disaster relief efforts by Master Kong Wu and news of immortal relics unearthed from various states, was the news of spring sowing.

The next day, while Tian Lin was meditating in his room, he couldn’t calm his mind no matter what to understand the Seasonal Dao.

In such a restless mood, Cui’er’s voice reprimanding the servants in the backyard was particularly prominent.

Unable to settle his mind, he decided to stop meditating and leisurely stepped into the backyard.

At this time, Yu’er was organizing clothes in the backyard, clothes that were needed to be worn during the Spring Festival.

Tian Lin glanced over at Yu’er and just happened to hear Cui’er scolding a maid:

"You can’t even handle such a small task, what’s the use in keeping you as servants? It would be better to save the monthly salary for you and buy more maids—in any case, children are being sold everywhere now, a small girl like you can be exchanged for a sack of flour."

Tian Lin knew the current situation wasn’t good, but he didn’t expect the power of Master Kong Wu’s shrine to be so great. Logically, even with much land damaged, it shouldn’t lead to such severe food shortages among mortals.

It’s well known that in this world, as long as the aristocratic families are willing, they can spare plenty of gardens for farmland.

"The Su family is also the most prestigious and powerful aristocratic family in Beiyed County. Surely, they can spare a bit of land for those tenant farmers who have none? Moreover, while Beiyed County might have lost a third of its land, the remaining two-thirds should still be enough for those displaced tenant farmers to scrape by, shouldn’t it? How could it lead to buying and selling children?"

Only at this point did Cui’er notice Tian Lin’s presence, and Yu’er, who was organizing clothes, stood up and said,

"Master, you seldom leave the northern suburbs, so you don’t often know about outside matters. Now, not only can those who lost their land not support themselves, but even the farmers whose land wasn’t affected are struggling to survive."

Upon hearing this, Tian Lin frowned deeply, and he couldn’t help but recall Ran Lang saying before he left that great disasters are followed by pandemics. And the current era is an extension of apocalyptic times.

Tian Lin had experienced that apocalyptic age, knowing the issue of land being unable to grow edible plants during such times.

Could it be that the scenes of ten thousand years ago are about to repeat themselves?

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