The Great Dream God

Meng Jin held the heavy silver ingot tightly, as if holding the throat of fate. This reward money, like a twinkling star in the dark night, illuminated his path. He walked into the bustling market and exchanged the silver ingot for a pile of shining silver pieces, which sparkled in the sun, just like the joy surging in his heart.

He glanced at Wei Yanren standing beside him, his eyes revealing a hint of hesitation and confusion. Meng Jin generously threw him a small stack of silver, the weight of which made Wei Yanren's hand sink slightly, his eyes widened, obviously shocked by this sudden generosity. Meng Jin laughed and put his hand on Wei Yanren's shoulder, with enough force to make the other party feel his determination, "Come on, come on, don't just stand there, let's go have a good drink! Today, I'll treat you to what a pool of wine and a forest of meat is!"

Meng Jin's laughter echoed in the air, with a bit of madness and unruliness, as if all the restraints were smashed to pieces by this silver ingot. They walked side by side to the tavern in the town, and every step sounded an unknown movement, and what was waiting for them ahead was a thrilling feast opened by the silver ingot.

Wei Yanren frowned, looking a little stunned by this sudden statement. He stared at Meng Jin with wide eyes, as if questioning the authenticity of this number. "800 silver ingots?" He repeated, his voice full of shock and confusion, as if questioning how such an expensive marriage could be possible in the world.

Meng Jin raised a playful smile, his eyes gleaming with cunning. He said slowly: "Don't disbelieve me, getting married in this world is not only the fusion of two hearts, but also the union of two families. The betrothal gifts, the banquet, the decoration of the new house, which one does not require a pile of gold and silver?" He paused, as if giving Wei Yanren time to digest this astronomical figure.

"Besides," Meng Jin continued, with a hint of coldness in his voice, "which girl nowadays is not a princess, without the expectations of a big family behind her? Every link requires you to pave the way with money, and every blessing may be the cry of your wallet." Although his tone was light, every word was like a needle, piercing Wei Yanren's heart.

Wei Yanren's face gradually turned pale, and his clenched fists revealed his anxiety. The distance between his dream and reality seemed to be pulled extremely far away in an instant. The 800 silver ingots were like an insurmountable mountain, pressing on his heart and making him breathless. He was silent, his heart filled with fear of the future and helplessness of reality.

Meng Jin spoke slowly, revealing a hint of amazement that was difficult to conceal: "This is only part of the betrothal gift. I don't have a deep understanding of the land value of your hometown, but for our quiet Xiaoyangshu Town, it is very expensive to purchase a decent courtyard. At least, it takes a thousand shining silver ingots to exchange for that peaceful world. The courtyard is deep, and every brick and tile exudes nobility and elegance. And this is just the beginning. You also have to consider the cost of a horse."

His words were like flowing poems, depicting a prosperous picture. The thousands of silver ingots, each one like a pearl under the moonlight, piled up into a small mountain of wealth, enough to illuminate the entire town at night. And the horse that has not yet been mentioned must be a good horse with hooves as fast as the wind and flying mane. Its price is not only money, but also a symbol of status and honor. Although Meng Jin's words were light, every word was precious, making people deeply feel the heavy marriage customs and cost of life.

Meng Jin spoke slowly, revealing a subtle teasing in his words, "It doesn't cost much, just 400 silver ingots, it's just a drop in the bucket. However, this is not easy, you must know that at the end of this road to regularization, there is a subtle gift-giving ceremony waiting for you. Every time you successfully complete it, maybe, just maybe, you can get half a silver ingot in return. Imagine that it requires you to persevere, accumulate over time, and give each other a thousand times, or even four thousand times, and even this number extends to the endless distance. Because, dear, not every escort mission will generously sprinkle silver ingots, and the dice of fate does not always favor us. This is a test of patience and perseverance, a silent ode to faith and persistence."

Wei Yanren felt waves of pain spreading through his mind like ripples, and he involuntarily reached out to cover his forehead, as if this could block the onslaught of words. He narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to find a trace of tranquility in his complicated thoughts, but those words were like sharp arrows, piercing through his defenses and shooting straight into his heart.

"Brother, please stop talking." He begged, his tone full of fatigue and helplessness. "Your words are as sharp as knives, and every word is like a heavy hammer hitting my heart. I admit that I am powerless to resist and can only struggle in this turbulent sea of ​​words. Brother, I beg you, give me a piece of quiet sky, let me breathe for a while."

His voice echoed in the air, with a faint pleading and endless pain, like a tragic symphony. On Wei Yanren's face, pain and pleading intertwined, and the hand covering his forehead was like a silent inscription, engraved with his troubles and helplessness. At this moment, he just wanted to escape from this storm of words and find a safe haven where he could rest his soul.

Meng Jin laughed loudly, and the laughter was like a silver bell dancing in the quiet air, crisp and pleasant. The silver in his hand seemed to have lost its weight, unable to shake his profound insight. In this rapidly changing era, no matter where you go in the world, marrying the beauty of your heart is as difficult as climbing the steep Mount Everest. His words are filled with playful wisdom, like a poem under the moonlight: "Look at the world we live in. Boys are like bright stars filling the sky, while girls are like rare treasures, hidden in the deep fog, out of reach. Unless that moment comes again, the war between the human empire and the demons and beasts is raging, pushing the men to the junction of life and death."

"In that bloody baptism, the backs of men will disappear in large numbers on the battlefield, and their lives will wither like spring flowers under the sword. Only such a drastic change can shake the unbalanced gender ratio." Meng Jin's words were like sharp arrows, piercing the hard shell of reality. Although sharp, they revealed the unavoidable truth. "Otherwise, this situation will continue, like a long winter night, endless. It is more difficult to get married than to climb to the top of a mountain. This is our era and our destiny." He sighed softly, his eyes revealing helplessness about the status quo and deep thought about the unknown future. It was a kind of awe of fate and an expectation of challenges.