Since the young boy Tian Wei had "picked him up," Zhou Yan counted as Tian Wei's personal property under the rules of the Northern Wasteland.
In a place as starved of resources as the Northern Wasteland, especially out in the wilds, even a piece of clothing, an iron knife, or a porcelain basin had value. Many people who fell unconscious died before they ever woke up.
This made Zhou Yan sigh inwardly. Even in the Immortal Martial World, life for those at the bottom had hardly improved.
By comparison, although the people of the Small World suffered from war, they were far better off than the lowest classes of this world.
At the very least, life for the common people in that world had begun to improve gradually.
This was especially true in the Zhou Kingdom. Not everyone had enough to eat, but people would not easily starve to death, either.
The explosion of technology and the progress of the times had allowed more and more people to fill their stomachs.
Those common people also had some kindness in their hearts and understood propriety, duty, integrity, and shame.
Circumstances shaped people. As the saying went, only when the granaries were full did people learn propriety; only when they had enough food and clothing did they understand honor and disgrace!
In the Northern Wasteland, however, things seemed even worse...
As Zhou Yan walked with Tian Wei, he unobtrusively drew information out of the boy.
Tian Wei was clever, but he was still a child, and Zhou Yan easily coaxed a great deal of information out of him.
That was also because Zhou Yan only asked about ordinary matters, customs, and the like-things practically everyone knew. No matter how clever the boy was, he saw little reason to be wary.
Before long,