Asking Around

Yang Guyun circled the courtyard wall and discovered something.

He bent down and picked up a palm-sized wooden token. The front bore the character "Liu," while the back had been crushed underfoot, leaving only a faint, broken pattern.

Could this be some drama of a powerful family tearing itself apart?

"Keep it." He tucked the token into his clothes. "It might come in handy later."

That night, they stayed in Tian Family Ditch, sleeping in an old farmer's woodshed.

The old farmer's fields lay right beside Landlord Tian's land. After Landlord Tian died, Landlord Li from the neighboring village seized the land, and the old farmer's lease was torn up unilaterally. He had no idea where next year's harvest would come from.

Zhou Qiubai gave the old farmer five Gold Soul Coins, and the old man was so grateful that he nearly knelt.

Five Gold Soul Coins were not much to Zhou Qiubai, but they were enough to keep an old farmer alive for half a year.

He was a miser, true enough, but money that needed spending still had to be spent.

Besides, he could not give too much. Five Gold Soul Coins were exactly two years' rent for the old farmer's land.

But if the old man used the money for something else, then Zhou Qiubai would have misjudged him.

Early the next morning, they continued on their way.

Over the following days, something similar happened again. It was practically a normal occurrence on the Douluo Continent.

Two young noblemen in town fought fiercely in the street over a plot of land. One had brought a team of household servants, while the other had brought two Soul Master guards.

The commoners with street stalls scattered in panic. An old woman who did not have time to pack up