Apocalyptic Dark Age

Gao Feng wanted to run a good business, and the raw materials were indispensable. He used a pen made of charcoal to write down what was in his heart. Unknowingly, it was late at night, in the wilderness without any entertainment, and most people had fallen asleep. , occasionally you can hear the faint sound of patrolling militiamen walking by outside.

The oil lamp made of animal fat was emitting black smoke, and Feng Feng was holding his chin in thought under the orange-red light.

"Still not sleeping so late..."

A person walked in from outside, making Gao Feng look up in surprise, but it was Tianzhao.

Tianzhao's complexion did not look very good, but he still maintained his dignity. He walked up to Fengfeng and looked down at Fengfeng's eyes. There was something incomprehensible in his eyes.

"Aren't you the same...?"

Gao Feng stretched out his waist in front of Tianzhao to show that he was relaxed. Tianzhao pretended not to notice, took out a wine jar and two white pottery bowls from behind and said casually:

"We haven't spoken in a while, let's talk..."

The golden old wine was poured into the bowl. It was crystal clear under the orange light, like gold. Gao Feng took the bowl and drank most of it in one gulp. However, he saw that Tianzhao had already drank to the bottom of the bowl. He didn't want to show weakness and drank the remaining gulp. .

After drinking a bowl of wine, his body immediately warmed up. Gao Feng took a breath of alcohol and put down the bowl and looked at Tianzhao quietly.

"The pole came to look for me, but I didn't expect that someone would be willing to offend me and be willing to follow you to the end..."

Tianzhao sighed and refilled his wine bowl again, squinting at the lights, as if he was sad for the decline of his authority.

"What do you want? The pole belongs to me, you can't touch it..."

Gao Feng heard the murderous intent in Tianzhao's tone and sat up straighter nervously. The pole was his most loyal person and he would not allow others to hurt him.

"What else can you do? Haven't you already won over two Split Mountain Garos? Tell me, what are you going to do with me?"

After draining the wine bowl again and placing it heavily on the table, Tianzhao's eyes suddenly became focused, staring into Gao Feng's eyes.

"How to deal with you? Why should we deal with you?"

Gao Feng looked at Tianzhao strangely, and Tianzhao's eyes became strange when he heard these words. He smiled bitterly and shook his head and said:

"You are not ruthless enough. Remember, no matter who your opponent is, don't give him any chance, otherwise you will be the one who regrets it. I can't resist Rishan Jialuo, but after they leave..."

"Boom..." Gao Feng punched the coffee table, causing the two wine cups to jump up and spill the wine. It was obvious that Gao Feng was very angry, and his continued panting in his chest caused him to have great mood swings.

"I will not dispose of you, nor will I take away everything from you, but I will keep everything mine. The entire Western Wilderness is ours. Aren't you satisfied?"

Gao Feng said what he had wanted to say for a long time. Tianzhao did not refute. He pondered for a while, nodded and said:

"How do you arrange it?"

Tianzhao came here with the intention of being appointed. After receiving Gao Feng's assurance, his slightly depressed heart became active again. As long as Gao Feng is willing to give him a way, he can preserve his dignity and face in the tribe.

"What's yours is still yours, what's mine is still mine, I don't want what's yours, you can't take what's mine..."

After Gao Feng said this, he felt happy. No matter what, Tianzhao was still his father in name. If he went too far, people below him would gossip.

That night, Tianzhao and Gao Feng stayed up all night. They handed over their bottom line to each other, made detailed plans, and each built the tribe according to their own ideas.

"Boy, take us to see the underground world quickly. Maybe we can get some Kuilong stones. Then we will make a fortune..."

Gao Feng was struggling in a pile of data when he heard Huo Yan's broken gong voice shouting outside. As soon as he heard the voice, he felt a warm wind blowing against his face. Huo Yan was already stuck in front of him, looking at him impatiently.

"Let's wait a few days. I have tens of thousands of people here to deal with life and death matters..."

Gao Feng was already familiar with Huo Yan and was no longer as respectful as before. He was writing various data on the animal skin paper without raising his head.

"Are you an underground person?"

Huo Yan suddenly said in surprise, causing Gao Feng to raise his head in surprise, recalling that Tianzhao warned him that day not to write in front of outsiders.

"Haha, it's just impossible. The underground people don't have the blood of Jialuo. Even if they catch Jialuo, they can't cultivate it..."

This was obviously a joke on Huo Yan's part. He winked at Feng Feng. As he spoke, a strong smell of alcohol hit his face. Feng Feng frowned and said:

"Can't the people on the ground learn the knowledge of the underground people?"

"Shit..."

Huo Yanma cursed, walked to Gao Feng, pointed at two words and said:

"Is this the word "food"? Those who cannot learn are the common people at the bottom. The children of the family have to learn these things from the moment they are born. I said that I want to be your master just to teach you these things. Now, since you If you can do it yourself, don’t bother me..."

Huo Yan is happy that Gao Feng understands the knowledge of past lives. Who wouldn't want to be lazy?

Gao Feng was speechless and had black lines on his head. Then why would Huo Yan be his master? You've already left school before you even started studying.

"Is it a monopoly on knowledge? Culture is in the hands of a few people, used to enslave the majority and make their descendants serve their descendants for generations?"

Gao Feng thought of the ancient feudal dynasties in the past life, where the nobles blocked the spread of knowledge for the sake of power.

"You can say that, but it's still to maintain class..."

Huo Yan's faceless cross-legged position was opposite Gao Feng, scratching his ankle bones. Seeing Gao Feng put down his work and look at him intently, he started to talk.

"The Thirteen Families set rules during the last ground war. Everyone must obey the United Family Council, which enacts laws. Among them are special wartime orders, requiring everyone to contribute their own strength, regardless of reward.

Later, after the war ended, in order to reward these people, the family formulated a new law called the Tui Gong Law. Anyone who had contributed during the war years would be recognized by the family and their descendants would inherit the industry they were engaged in. Their fathers were craftsmen. , sons too, fathers are soldiers, descendants are soldiers, and managers, the same is true.

It doesn’t seem surprising, but because of this law, many people will never have a chance to get ahead in their lives. They will only break the law unless they become asylum seekers. Do you know the authority of asylum seekers in inland cities? As long as he likes a woman, he can sleep with her without paying any compensation, even if the woman already has a man, even if the woman's husband has a certain social status, just because the woman may be pregnant with Jia Luo's seed.

In inland cities, the most valuable items are not obsidian or wealth, but women. There are some women who are dismissed as sinners. Even if they are extremely ugly, once they are auctioned, they will be robbed by all walks of life. As long as they are If this woman buys it, she can give birth to a child, and then their family may become the Jia Luo family, breaking the restrictions and taking a step forward.

Therefore, class is not so easy to break. Craftsmen will pass their skills to their sons, but not to others. Samurai have no descendants and would rather have their armor buried with them after death than pass it on. Everyone is born , their fate is doomed... "

A sigh made Gao Feng shake his head and said:

"In this way, the people at the bottom can only do the dirtiest and most menial jobs, just like the Brahmins in India?"

"What door?" Huo Yan obviously didn't understand what Gao Feng said. Gao Feng had no intention of saying more. He picked up the charcoal and said to Huo Yan:

"Let's wait a few days until I straighten things out. Anyway, Jimin is not in a hurry..."