The Dark Phoenix Guard had already received word: King Zhou was going to entrust them with important duties again.
Mei De had spent the whole day fighting for a spot and finally secured one to farm the land.
He even felt a little lightheaded, and somewhat drained.
Had he not come from a farming household in his early years, and shared a drinking-and-dining friendship with his immediate superior, Chong Yingbiao, he might not have won a spot at all.
He finally understood why everyone had fought so fiercely.
The Dark Phoenix Guard offered good benefits and status. King Zhou had allowed them to live with their heads held high from now on. What reason did they have not to serve their country?
Give someone a peach, and they repay you with a plum. However uneducated they were, they still understood a few basic principles.
Besides, quite a few of them had originally been honest farmers. Only after nobles seized their fields had they been forced to live as idle street ruffians.
Now King Zhou had not only made them officials, but given them fields to cultivate. He was practically a parent who had given them a second life.
Recalling his colleagues' frenzy that day, Mei De broke into an embarrassed sweat.
Every last one of them had howled like they had spotted a maiden untouched by any man.
But what had they actually been fighting over?
Nothing more than the right to cultivate a plot of land.
And they would have to irrigate it with West Garden fertilizer, too.
The Dark Phoenix Guard had all received word that the West Garden fertilizer used on the government fields in Shanglin Garden was excrement. It stank beyond belief and even carried a risk of exploding. One careless mistake might send flames soaring