Wenren Sheng remained silent.
"Divide!"
"Divide!"
"Divide!"
Several somewhat familiar voices rang out.
He recalled that they belonged to the serfs who had once worked alongside him.
They were the poorest and most miserable people in the manor, without a scrap of property to their names.
They could be said to have nothing at all.
Even their lives did not belong to them. Like him, they had today but no guarantee of tomorrow.
They might eat their fill today, only to be beaten to death tomorrow for making a mistake, just like the blind youth.
Now they could divide up the land.
With land, they would not have to work as hard as before, only to be left with nothing in the end.
"But can you beat the Second Young Master's and Son-in-Law Lu's men?" the Old Man asked in a trembling voice.
"There are the most poor people in the manor—tens of thousands of us. They only have a hundred or so men."
"But they all know martial arts. They're all experts."
"We have experts too. That Blind Guo—no, Hero Guo—is our expert." Someone recognized the blind youth.
The blind man of the past had become a great hero.
Wenren Sheng reflected that people were creatures of reality.
Then barking rose from beneath his feet. The dog was pacing around, seeming extremely excited.
He said nothing. He only wanted to see how far this dog could go.
Then, before everyone's eyes, two more words appeared carved into the stone slab: "We do."
Everyone understood. The Divine Hound was vouching for them.
"We have experts too! Everyone, go divide the land! Rush into the masters' courtyards and seize the land deeds!"
"Most of the masters are dead. The manor should be ours to rule now!"
"That's right! Divide the land,