Original God: Coconut sheep breeder, Ganyu was raised by me

When the merchant saw Zhuoyang's figure, he immediately laughed and said, "Do you want to be a traitor? Let's see if you have the strength to do it. Be careful or I will beat you to a pulp!"

After saying that, the vendor showed off his muscular body.

The surrounding hillbillies also noticed something was wrong and immediately gathered around.

Zhuoyang frowned, wondering what he should do to ensure that the Qiuqiu people would not be discriminated against at all.

He originally thought that if he could let them stop stealing and robbing and survive by their own work, they would be able to change.

However, he found this very difficult. Perhaps humans and Hilichurls are born to be enemies.

When the vendor saw the Hilichurls gathering around him, he became even more proud.

He pointed at the little hillman, shook the hairpin in his hand and said, "There is only one left, three hundred Mora, the highest bidder wins..."

He shouted three times in a row, but all the hillbillies remained unmoved.

The merchant was suddenly a little angry. The deal he had finally made was ruined by Zhuoyang!

"Boy, get out of here right now and don't let me see you again!" The merchant looked at Zhuoyang with a fierce look. He dared to come here to do business with the Qiuqiu people, so he couldn't be an ordinary person.

"I don't want to see you here, you'd better go by yourself!" Zhuoyang shook his head and said very sincerely.

"Boy, why don't you ask me who I am, Sang Biao? Why do you let me go?" Sang Biao looked at Zhuoyang with his nose turned up, looking arrogant.

Zhuo Yang seemed to have heard a joke, and said indifferently: "Why don't you ask who I am?"

"What are you asking? Are you the boss of these garbage hillbillies?" After Sang Biao said that, he raised his hand and slapped Zhuoyang in the face.

Zhuoyang grasped his arm easily and twisted it lightly, causing a crisp sound of bones moving.

Zhuo Yang then let go of his hand and said coldly:

"Get out of here now. Don't let me see you bullying the Hillilchur people again, otherwise..."

Before Zhuoyang finished speaking, Sang Biao burst into laughter and pointed at the Qiuqiu people and said, "Do you think they will listen to you if you stand up for them?"

After that, he took out a candied haws and shouted to the hill people:

"If you hit him once, I'll give you a candied haws. First come, first served, quantity is limited!"

However, the Hillichul people looked at him strangely, as if they were looking at a fool.

"Hehe, you guys can also raise the price?" Sang Biao chuckled and sneered, then threw the candied haws on the ground and stomped on it hard with his foot.

"Now, there are only nine!"

Seeing this, Zhuo Yang said to the hillbilly beside him: "This guy is littering and polluting the environment. Take him back to labor reform for a month!"

Upon hearing this, the Qiuqiu people immediately nodded and surrounded Sang Biao.

"Why should they listen to you? Who are you?" Sang Biao looked at Zhuoyang and said angrily.

"As for me, I am naturally their boss!" Zhuoyang chuckled, and then let the hill people take him away.

When the other vendors saw the Qiuqiu people arresting people, they were terrified and wanted to escape.

After the Qiuqiu people took Sang Biao away, Zhuoyang turned and looked at the other vendors.

"I will let bygones be bygones. If anyone dares to bully the Qiuqiu people in the future, don't blame me for being rude!"

“They may not know the price and look stupid. However, they have also made a huge contribution to the development of Liyue.”

"The electric fans and all the electrical appliances in your home all use the minerals they mine!"

“I hope everyone can treat them like compatriots instead of raising the price arbitrarily or cheating their Mora.”

……

Zhuoyang was also deeply touched, so he couldn't control himself for a moment and said a lot of things.

After listening carefully, the vendors nodded and said they would abide by the rules in the future.

After all, the hill people here are really their most ideal customers.

Zhuoyang looked at the market that had returned to order, then heaved a sigh of relief and walked into the Hillichul camp.

He knew very well that it would take time to completely change the impression of the Hilichurls in people's minds, but he firmly believed that as long as he worked hard, the Hilichurls would be able to coexist peacefully with humans one day.

……

"You have no labor force, what are you going to eat?"

"It's impossible to eat without a job!"

"Please, just give me a little bit!"

Not long after entering the Hilichurl camp, Zhuoyang saw a very sad scene.

A Hillichul with a broken hand was begging the Hillichul to give him some food.

Seeing this, Zhuoyang immediately stopped.

"Your Majesty, look at him. He hasn't eaten yet, but he still wants to receive the working meal that Your Majesty gives us!" A Hilliard immediately came forward and said in a very flattering tone.

Zhuoyang frowned and asked, "What's missing from his arm?"

Seeing that this was a new injury, Zhuoyang asked.

"He was cut down by the tree while he was chopping it down. How stupid! He brought shame to us, the Hillilks!" the Hillilk replied immediately, spitting on the ground.

He thought Zhuoyang would praise him for saving materials and give him a promotion and a raise.

However, Zhuo Yang said calmly: "Spitting anywhere and polluting the environment will result in a deduction of one month's salary!"

It wasn't the spitting of the Hillock people that made him angry, but their attitude towards their fellow countrymen, which brought back some very bad memories for him.

The hillbilly stared with his eyes wide open in bewilderment. He had no idea how he had offended the king. Fortunately, he didn't have to die.

As Zhuoyang walked along, he saw many Hillilians sitting on the grass with sad expressions on their faces.

All the way to the Qiuqiu Shaman's tent, Zhuoyang's face was full of anger. He didn't want to be a capitalist, but a vampire.

However, he was inexplicably fanned the flames. He was very angry, and the consequences were serious!

"Your Majesty, you are here!" When Qiuqiu Shaman saw Zhuoyang coming, he immediately stood up to greet him.

Zhuoyang was not polite and punched him directly. Taking advantage of the shaman's confusion, he immediately punched and kicked him.

After a while, he felt refreshed.

"Tell me, why do you leave those Hilichurls to fend for themselves!" Zhuoyang looked at the Hilichurl Shaman, his tone devoid of emotion.

Upon hearing this, Qiuqiu Shaman immediately sighed and slowly explained.

“When food was plentiful, we helped each other and provided assistance to the weak hill people.

However, the appearance of the demon gods changed this situation. They protected humans, treated us hillbillies as monsters, and suppressed our living space! "

The Hillicre Shaman burst into tears as he spoke. If it weren't for the appearance of Zhuoyang, perhaps their entire tribe of Hillicre people would have perished.

So, when Zhuoyang beat him, he had no complaints and was instead somewhat happy.

This shows what?

It shows that he is a masochist.

Ahem, this shows that Zhuoyang regards them, the Hillichels, as partners, so he is happy.