Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

A fresh, earthy scent filled the air as Li Kaiji and his group led the artisans they had brought back from the city through what seemed like a dreamlike mushroom town.

"This is where we're staying!" Li Kaiji, wearing a square brown hat, pointed to the mushroom-shaped houses not far away and said with a smile.

For ease of management, villagers with the same occupation live in the same area, so that if the immortal lord needs them, he can find them by simply sending someone to the corresponding place.

"Brother Li, can I still go back?" a craftsman asked hesitantly.

"You can leave whenever you want, no one's stopping you," Li Kaiji turned to the craftsman who had spoken, frowned, and continued, "But, going back? Are you out of your mind? Would you rather go back to starve and be looked down upon? Besides, with all this war and chaos, it's questionable whether you can even go back."

"But I only have a few days. If I don't get back by then, won't I become a refugee?" the craftsman said in a low voice. "And if I can't get back..."

These days, there are always some people who just can't think straight.

"Ha, I thought it was something serious, just a trivial matter?" Li Kaiji sneered, "Why can't you see the truth! Even if you become a refugee, you can still have enough to eat and a house to live in. Isn't that better than being a craftsman who is always hungry and cold?"

You're an old bachelor, only concerned with your own livelihood, why are you thinking about these things? Besides, don't forget, there are true immortals here!

More importantly, Li Kaiji didn't say it aloud; one could only truly understand it after staying there for a while.

Only in the presence of the Immortal Lord can these artisans be called human beings!

In the past, in the county town, these craftsmen were considered as lower-class people by others. In addition, their income was not high and their living conditions were poor, so they were discriminated against everywhere.

Not only is the income low, but the work is also hard and requires long hours of labor.

Moreover, their descendants would also be registered as artisans, so what family would be willing to marry their daughter to them and suffer for nothing?

However, under the Immortal Lord, almost everyone is treated equally, and the treatment of these craftsmen is extremely good, only slightly lower than that of the militia.

It is said that the militiamen's original pay was only 70% of what they are now, but after Bai Xianjun saw the militiamen's training process, their pay was increased back to what it is now.

But Li Kaiji didn't feel resentful. He just felt a dull ache in the corresponding parts of his body whenever he saw those militia training sessions.

Even so, there is never a shortage of people in the militia, as many villagers are eager to become the Immortal Lord's sharp blades and die for him.

What's more, the daily rewards he receives now are something he never dared to dream of before!

Ah!

The Immortal Lord is merciful; praise be to the Immortal Lord!

Unfortunately, there are always people who are unaware that they have received a divine gift.

Thinking of this, Li Kaiji glanced at the craftsman who had spoken, and curled his lip in annoyance: "If you really want to leave, just leave by yourself tomorrow. Nobody's stopping you!"

"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving! How can I leave! Thank you, Brother Li, for waking me up." The craftsman blushed and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Good to know. Go find a no-name mushroom-shaped house to put your things away, and I'll take you to eat!"

"Have a meal?"

Upon hearing this, to Li Kaiji's surprise, the craftsmen exchanged glances, their faces filled with shame and embarrassment.

One of them stepped forward, forcing a smile, and said, "Brother Li, let's not eat this meal. We already ate lunch, and we're not hungry now."

"Yes, yes! We just ate, we're not hungry yet, we can eat tomorrow."

"Yeah, we just ate some not long ago, it should last us a day!"

Everyone echoed this sentiment.

Seeing the forced smiles on the faces of these familiar faces, Li Kaiji felt a lump in his throat, thinking of his own life in the government workshops.

It's not that they don't want to eat; it's clearly that their superiors are cutting their salaries, leaving them without money for food.

Shaking off the painful memories that flooded his mind, Li Kaiji's breathing became heavy, and with a slight tremor, he said softly, "It's my fault, it's my fault for not making it clear. Everyone who participated in the labor will get a share of this food, and even those who just arrived can eat!"

"It's just like the imperial court distributing porridge, except that the immortal lord is distributing noodles and steamed buns, and you can have as much as you want!"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment as the artisans stood silently in place, as if processing the sudden emotional shock.

After a long silence, tears welled in their eyes, and they unconsciously leaned towards Li Kaiji, asking in hoarse voices, "Really?"

"The Immortal Lord is watching, why would I lie to you!" Li Kaiji said sincerely, "It's true!"

"Thank you, Immortal Lord Bai, for your boundless grace and mercy."

"Thank you, Immortal Lord Bai, for your guidance and protection!"

The craftsmen murmured.

Li Kaiji then said, "Let's put everything inside the house and then leave."

"Don't worry, even if you put ten thousand taels of gold on the table and left the door wide open, no one will steal anything here. Even if the gold is lost outside, we can find it by going back the way we came," Li Kaiji said sincerely, his face full of piety. "This is the Immortal Realm; no one would be foolish enough to do such a thing. Our White Immortal Lord is a benevolent god!"

It's not worth risking being kicked out for something so small.

"After you finish eating, come back and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow will be the test of your skills. If you pass the trial, you'll receive a divine gift!" Li Kaiji said, proudly adjusting the brown hat on his head. "This divine hat I'm wearing is what I received because I gained the divine hat's approval!"

The craftsmen nodded repeatedly, looking at the brown square hat with envy.

It turns out that all the hats I saw along the way were gifts from the gods!

I must pass this trial!

……

Beside the campfire, Bai Shui Wang Er frowned, stroked his chin, and stared at the flickering flames, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Chung Kwong-tao stood aside, waiting quietly.

Wang Er's men ran into the camp, panting.

"How is it?" Wang Er frowned and asked impatiently.

"Just as Brother Guangdao said, a very tall stone wall has indeed appeared near Liu Family Village!" the subordinate said in a trembling voice. "Moreover, on my way there, I discovered that the ground, which was originally cracked around that stone wall, is now covered with green grass!"

"The people of Liu Family Village believe in true immortals!"

"Brother Wang Er, look!" Zhong Guangdao shouted excitedly, "I told you so, but you didn't believe me! Let's quickly send all the brothers to Liu Family Village, so they can all have food. What's the point of us rebelling then?"

"Mitsumichi, have you told anyone else about this?"

"not yet."

"What happened to those people who followed you?"

"...No, I specifically instructed them to do so."

"Since that's the case, then let's not say anything more," Wang Er said slowly, stroking the jewels inlaid on the sword he had stolen. "Tomorrow morning, have the brothers leave this place!"

"You're my brother, you should know what I mean!"

Looking at Wang Er's gloomy face in the flickering flames in the darkness, Zhong Guangdao instantly understood that the hero Wang Er who led them had changed.