That booming voice was like a command arrow piercing the clouds. Under its command, those bewildered, helpless, blank faces suddenly seemed to find their backbone, and one after another, they erupted in righteous indignation.
"Exactly! How could that work?" "Who's going to arrange our shifts?!" "That's right!"
Some were flushed red with agitation, while others wept bitterly. An old man leaning on a cane trembled as he approached Quit Smoking and pleaded.
"Sir... you're not from around here, so you don't understand. Without the farm owner, we'll starve to death."
Quit Smoking was dumbfounded too.
"Uh... did that farm owner teach you how to farm or something?"
He had seen that farm owner before.
The guy had stood on the stairs acting all high and mighty, only to be manipulated by Luo Qian like a puppet on strings.
No matter how he thought about it, that guy didn't seem capable of anything like that!
Several old men exchanged glances before looking at him and humbly saying,
"No one needs to teach us that sort of hard labor."
"But sir, farming is all we know..."
"The master takes some of the harvest... but not much. The rest is enough to feed our families, and working for him pays off our debts. If we go out into the wasteland, then we're truly finished. You don't know what those mutants call us. They call us two-legged livestock!"
"Exactly! Outside is the wasteland... Without the master looking after us, will you people look after us?"
The old man had barely finished speaking when someone beside him, apparently a servant from the manor, anxiously shouted.
"We don't need you to look after us! The young miss is still alive... She's the farm's new owner!"
Realizing he had misspoken, the old man hurriedly changed his tune