The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 152: The Wrongful Exchange of Life

Yun Mo looked up and saw Liu Erlang's shoulders drooping. He knew that he was tired.

Humans are still no match for orcs. It seems like I've treated them too harshly.

Yun Mo wanted to let people go to bed early, but found that Liu Erlang's eyes were fixed on the bamboo slips in his hand and did not move.

This bamboo slip was originally a paper book, but Yun Mo asked the system to cover it up, so in the eyes of others it is just a bamboo slip, but no matter what it is, it is a book.

Yun Mo: "Want to study?"

Liu Erlang was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

He shook his head. Liu Erlang: "I am a gangster"

Liu Erlang: "Rogues are not worthy of studying"

Yun Mo: "No one in this world is unworthy of studying"

Yun Mo: "It's just a matter of willingness and wanting to do it."

Yun Mo: "If you want to study, I can teach you."

Liu Erlang: "Can I read too?"

Yun Mo: "Do you want to?"

Liu Erlang: “I want to!”

Liu Erlang: "I want to study"

Liu Erlang nodded quickly.

Yun Mo: “Rest first”

Yun Mo: "I'll teach you tomorrow morning."

Liu Erlang: "Then, should I call you Master?"

In this era, "Fuzi" is the name for teachers. Yun Mo: "You can call me Mr. or Teacher"

Yun Mo: "I just taught you to read and write"

Yun Mo: "You are not considered my disciple"

Liu Erlang looked gloomy.

Liu Erlang: "I know I am not worthy to be your disciple"

Yun Mo: "It has nothing to do with whether we are compatible or not"

Yun Mo: "I just don't accept disciples"

Yunmo: "I only accept students"

Yun Mo: "If you have good talent, you can also be my student"

Yun Mo: “Cough cough cough cough”

Yun Mo suddenly started coughing, and Liu Erlang looked nervous.

Liu Erlang: "Mr."

Yun Mo: “It’s okay.”

Yun Mo: "I'm weak" Yun Mo: "You'll get used to it"

Yun Mo took a breath. He felt a little weak after having a fever for a whole day.

Liu Erlang: "Shall I go and boil some hot water for you, sir?"

Liu Erlang: "Drinking some hot water to warm yourself up might help alleviate your cough."

Yun Mo: “No need”

Yun Mo: "You are tired after a day, go to bed early."

Yun Mo took a pill and swallowed it himself.

Watching Yun Mo take the medicine, Liu Erlang hesitated for a moment before going to bed, but he tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

Listening to the teacher's intermittent coughing, Liu Erlang was both happy and worried.

I was happy that I could read and write, but I was worried about the little gentleman's fragile health.

The old people in the village often say that we should treat teachers as our fathers. Mr. Xiao is my teacher now. Doesn’t that mean I have another “father”?

Now that I have a father, I am no longer an unwanted burden, right?

But Mr. Xiao, his "father", seems to be in poor health. What should he do?

Liu Erlang tossed and turned, his mind a mess of all sorts of thoughts. As he thought about it, he began to doubt whether he could satisfy the young master.

Yun Mo: "Can't sleep?"

Liu Erlang sat up.

Liu Erlang: “A little bit”

Liu Erlang: "Mr."

Liu Erlang: "I'll go boil some hot water."

Liu Erlang threw back the quilt and ran out.

Yun Mo lowered his head to read a book. Children of eleven or twelve years old are really energetic.

Liu Erlang boiled some hot water and brought it to Yun Mo, looking at Yun Mo eagerly.

Yun Mo coughed twice, picked up the bowl and drank two sips of hot water.

Liu Erlang immediately smiled happily.

Yun Mo: “Okay.”

Yun Mo: "Go to sleep quickly"

Liu Erlang: “Hmm”

Liu Erlang crawled into bed again, and this time he fell asleep quickly.

Farming System 666: "This child has a good character"

Yun Mo: "[We'll have to wait and see what happens]"

Yun Mo: "[But this child has good bones]"

Yun Mo: "[He's a good talent for martial arts]"

Yun Mo: "[If your character is still acceptable]"

Yun Mo: "[You can teach me some martial arts]"

Farming System 666: "Didn't you say that everyone should be taught equally?"

Yun Mo: “[That’s the literary aspect]”

Farming System 666: "Sometimes scholars can kill people without bloodshed."

Yun Mo: "Are you here to argue with me?"

Farming System 666: "Oh, a cow gave birth to a calf"

Farming System 666: "I'll go take a look"

The system quickly escaped.

Yun Mo put away the book and decided to continue resting as his hands and feet were weak.

As for the question of intellectuals killing people, it never even crossed his mind for a second.

Have there been fewer cases of murder for various reasons throughout history?

That’s not a problem of intellectuals, that’s a problem of thought!