The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 150: The Wrongful Exchange of Life Part

Beggar's chicken was roasting in the stove, and there was an iron plate covering the stove with a few sweet potatoes on the iron plate.

The staple food of people in this era was corn.

Sweet potatoes are a crop that only exists on overseas islands.

The sweet potatoes being roasted on the iron plate are products of Yunmo's space.

His health was not good, and Yun Mo didn't bother to care about balance. He just lived his life the way he felt comfortable.

Therefore, Yun Mo would eat foods such as sweet potatoes, rice, wheat, and corn, which did not exist in the Central Plains countries, and he never let his stomach suffer.

Yun Mo: “Cough cough cough”

Yun Mo coughed as he turned the sweet potato over. The sweet potato had already given off a sweet aroma after being baked for a long time.

Liu Erlang covered his rumbling stomach and swallowed his saliva.

Even the food he had never seen before could not divert his hungry eyes.

Yun Mo: “Okay.”

As soon as Yun Mo finished speaking, Liu Erlang immediately took the sweet potato and placed it in front of Yun Mo, then shook his burned hand with a gritted mouth.

Yun Mo: "You eat it."

Yun Mo: "After eating, go to work"

Liu Erlang looked at Hongshu and then at Yunmo, his face full of hesitation.

Yun Mo picked up a sweet potato and peeled off the skin to reveal the golden inside. He took a light bite and it was soft, sweet and fragrant.

Liu Erlang saw Yun Mo eating it, and then he took a sweet potato and started eating it.

Liu Erlang: "Sweet"

Liu Erlang took a cautious bite and was immediately shocked by the taste of the sweet potato. He looked at Yun Mo with wide eyes. Sweet food has always been eaten by nobles. He was just a gangster, so how could he be qualified to eat such sweet food.

Yun Mo: “Eat it.”

Liu Erlang: "I, I'm just a gangster"

In this era, people are divided into several classes.

The first class of people are clans, who are literate and hold power.

The second class of people are commoners, who live in the city and farm for their clan. They own houses and some private property.

The third class is the merchants, who are very wealthy. Whenever there is a conscription, the merchants are the first to be recruited.

The lowest class of people are hooligans, who live outside the city and have to pay to enter the city.

It is said that the five classes of people are scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, and gangsters are not even as good as the

"Actually, I don't know how to arrange them, I just arranged them randomly, no need to be so serious." It's no wonder Liu Erlang has this attitude.

Yun Mo: “It’s okay.”

Yun Mo: "Everyone is equal in my eyes"

Yun Mo thought, since he was going to open a school to teach everyone, he had to ensure equality for all.

Only by treating all beings equally can we achieve education without discrimination.

Yun Mo's tone was calm and Liu Erlang lowered his head and took a bite of the sweet potato. The originally sweet food now felt a bit sour to Liu Erlang.

Liu Erlang ate four sweet potatoes in one breath before stopping, and then was sent by Yun Mo to sweep the snow.

After climbing up the ladder and sweeping the snow from several houses with a broom, it was already dark and a cold wind was blowing outside.

Yun Mo put on another coat and personally cooked a bowl of cold-weather medicine, watching Liu Erlang drink it. Then he instructed Liu Erlang to draw the straw curtain over the vegetable patch. It was too cold, and his spinach couldn't stand it.

Yun Mo: “Ahem.”

Yun Mo covered his lips and coughed softly. The wind blew and he seemed to cough even more heavily.

Yun Mo: "It's cool at night"

Yun Mo: "You can sleep on the floor in my room."

Yun Mo: “Ahem.”

Yun Mo: "I have a fire wall in my house"

Yun Mo: "You won't be cold even if you sleep on the ground"

Yun Mo: “Ahem.”

Yun Mo: “I might get sick.”

Yun Mo: "Stay away from me"

Yun Mo: "To avoid infection"

Liu Erlang: "It's okay" Liu Erlang: "I'm not afraid, I'm in good health"

Yun Mo: “Ahem.”

Yun Mo: "It's up to you."

Yun Mo got into bed, holding his chest which was a little painful from coughing.

Liu Erlang spread the quilt given by Yun Mo on the ground beside Yun Mo's bed and lay down.

The ground was warm, and even the quilt was warmed up. Liu Erlang had never slept in such a warm bed in his life. Lying there at this moment, he felt that death would be worthwhile.