The Guardians: The Swordsman of the Moon

Rich village poor village 2

Mo Xian woke up when it was late afternoon, rubbing his eyes Mo Xian slowly saw the rest of the sunlight starting to blend in with the darkness of the coming night, make a bright sky has a orange color that is fun to see.

After gathering his consciousness, Mo Xian and Wu Jiao Xing returned to the village chief's residence and met him while he was washing his feet.

Fang Zhaoumu smiled amiably as he looked at Mo Xian and Wu Jiao Xing. Mo Xian returned his smile and Fang Zhaoumu asked how his day was in their village.

Mo Xian smiled and replied that their village was very comfortable before the two separated when Mo Xian and Wu Jiao Xing entered the house, while Fang Zhaomu entered through the side door that went straight to the kitchen.

At nightfall, Fang Zhaomu invited all his guests to dinner with his little family. And Mo Xian couldn't help but rethink his conversation with Wu Jiao Xing this afternoon.

'This village is strange, they have an abundant harvest. However, they looked very poor.'

Originally, Mo Xian had thought that the village chief was a stingy man because he saw how this village was very rich with abundant produce, and that it was very rich, but the man was not even willing to give one apple to them and only entertained them with the yam that the caterpillar had eaten.

However, as they ate with the village head's family, Mo Xian was able to see how the small family that consisted of only one head of the family, was, one wife and one child lived very simply.

Although the harvest of this village was very abundant, the village chief and his family, even the residents that Mo Xian had seen were only wearing simple clothes, hardly worth mentioning clothes due to the large number of patches in their clothes.

The girls and women here also do not dress up and use jewelry like women in general. They looked very innocent and hardworking as they worked in the fields, harvesting rice and produce under the scorching sun with the men.

Seeing how this village was greatly endowed by gods with fertile land, it should be able to get a better life. However, at this moment Mo Xian saw how the village chief very simply entertained them with food that was actually very pitiful.

The boiled yams that the caterpillars had eaten were again served tonight, juxtaposed with burnt dried fish and some almost rotting fruits. No rice and no meat, just sauteed cabbage leaves that are green and hard. However, Mo Xian saw that Fang Zhaomu's wife and son were enjoying the food very much.

The skinny child even occasionally whined in his mother's lap when the mother was late to give him a sweet potato that tasted a little bitter.

Seeing him, Mo Xian did not know whether to laugh or cry. The boy was very funny and adorable. She loved to eat, but her mother only gave her son a little at a time, Mo Xian could see the worry on the woman's face and the dissatisfaction of her little son every time the woman gave her son a small piece of yam.

Instead, Fang Zhaomu looked uncomfortable with his smile.

"I'm sorry, I really can't entertain an Immortal Cultivator Master any better than this. I hope that the Immortal Cultivator Master doesn't mind this."

Bao Yu nodded and smiled gently. "It's okay, we accept the favor of the Master. We are very grateful that you are willing to give us a place to rest, even we are hosted at the house of the Master. This is truly a blessing from the gods."

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"Why didn't Master ask Fang Zhaomu about the state of the village?" zhang Rouruan asked as they gathered inside one room and held a secret talk.

Bao Yu even put up a barrier so that outsiders would not hear what they were talking about.

In the end, not only did Mo Xian and Wu Jiao Xing find this village strange, the others had also realized that this village was rich but that it was also poor.

"Children don't even dare to pick up a good fruit to eat on their own. Instead they picked up fruit that had fallen on the ground and almost rotted for them to eat."

Bai Ruo said Bai Yue's words. "Even as they gathered the fallen fruits from the trees, they still picked them again and left only the worst quality fruits for them, while the others were sent to the city for sale."

"I also asked one of the residents who was collecting vegetables that were old and hard, almost inedible and suitable for fodder, but they said it was their consumption, he said, cook it a little longer with a little spice then it will be a decent meal."

Bai Ruo explained with a astonished face, not believing what he heard. Therefore, at the dinner banquet last night, he ate the least portion, it was the worst food that ever entered his mouth. Not only did the yam taste bitter and hard, the vegetable stir-fry even still felt rough in its mouth. If he could refuse, Bai Ruo would refuse, but see how the others enjoy the food in honor of the village chief, he inevitably also did so with great effort to chew and swallow it hard, until his heart cried.

Zhang Rouruan nodded. "Mm, when I asked for some lotus seeds, they also politely declined my request, but in the end they gave me some ugly lotus seeds. I thought they were very stingy and heartless so I said I would buy them, but they apologized to me and politely declined."

Mo Xian began to listen to Zhang Rouruan tell a story.

"I was a little upset, but seeing how they were so polite to me I couldn't get angry and in the end I just asked them what they were harvesting lotus seeds and roots for. They said they'd send it to town. And they went back to apologizing because they couldn't give me some."

"Where were they sent?" asked Mo Xian.

Zhang Rouruan shook his head. "They also refused to tell."

Mo Xian sighed and looked at his teacher. "Don't this look like they're working on someone, Master. Or rather they were being colonized, their village was so rich in the earth, but the people were so poor and could not even enjoy what they were doing."

The others approved Mo Xian's opinion with a nod and waited for Bao Yu's reply after Zhang Rouruan asked why Bao Yu had not asked the village chief.

Bao Yu stroked her white beard. "The head of the village doesn't want to tell us, so I don't dare to ask," he replied making his disciples astonished.

However, Bao Yu continued. "We must respect the minds of others. If they don't want us to know about something happening in this village, then we better not ask." Bao Yu looked at his five disciples before sighing.

"However, the people in this village are afraid of something, even when some cultivators visit their village, they are still reluctant to tell their hardships and ask for help."

Mo Xian and the others looked at each other.

"They couldn't tell it as if even if they told it no change would happen. So they choose to be quiet and act like nothing happened. Or ...."

Bao Yu hung up her words, making her disciple curious.

"Or what, Teacher?" ask them almost simultaneously.

"Or they have been controlled by someone not to speak," Bao Yu replied which made everyone shocked.