Du Nan stopped and watched, and there was a wave of rice in front of him.

At just one glance, Du Nan knew that this was a special rice seed called "Silver Fragrant Rice". In addition to having a metallic color, it also has a very unique fragrance. It tastes excellent and has a six or seven times higher nutrition than ordinary rice. However, this kind of silver Fragrant Rice is very difficult to grow, grow, live, and is the most pest-inducing. Basically, this thing is harder to feed than delicate flowers.

In this place of the Divine Ancestor, the silver-scented rice grows well, which is no different from the place where all things are harvested.

However.

The plants are so long, and insects, birds, and animals are so long.

"It's hard to imagine a farmer farming and herding a large area. Although the rice fields grow smoothly, there are insect pests..." Du Nan looked around and found that there were many locusts around him, and the silver birds that like to eat this kind of rice the most also flew up in groups. In this case, if no one manages it, the harvest will definitely not be very good.

A few farmers are busy further away.

Deworming.

Driving birds.

Or in diversion or weeding.

Du Nan could hardly believe that this was the most powerful force in all realms known to be the land of the Divine Ancestor. It seems that this place is no different from the normal agricultural and herds planet in the starry sky... No, there is not even a farming machine, it is far from it.

There are also some small farms next to the rice fields in the distance, and some chickens, pigs, cattle and sheep are raised.

Du Nan sniffed the fragrance of rice and walked leisurely among the fields.

As the God of Farmers and the God of Shepherds, this kind of place is also a very beautiful environment for Dunan.

"Caifeng chicken, black-throated pig, raw horned cow, golden-haired sheep... Mr. Farmer, these are all varieties of delicious delicacies. How much does it cost to sell them? "When you walk to the small farm, Du Nan suddenly became interested.

The farmer who was working turned his head and was suddenly shocked.

Seeing Du Nan's harmless appearance and listening to this question again, the farmer carefully wiped his sweat and asked softly: "Brother... no, Master, are you from the town?"

Du Nan smiled: "No, I came from the Land of End."

The farmer was relieved when he heard this, and changed his original name and said, "Young man... have you registered?"

Dunnitch: "Register?"

The farmer took out a sign made of animal bone steel with a '0' mark on it and said, "It's this, boy, don't you? If you just came here, it's better to register one in the town immediately, otherwise it will cause big trouble. The adults in the city don't like idle people who don't register. No matter where you come from, you must register your identity as soon as possible when you get here."

"There are still such rules?"

"Yes. Brother, although I don't know why you came here, it's really not as happy as the place. You must be managed, otherwise you will be treated like a criminal."

"What does a criminal mean?" Du Nan didn't quite understand.

"Brother, you really came here just now. You don't understand the rules at all?" The farmer became anxious when he heard this.

"Um."

"That won't work. I have to tell you, otherwise you will be in great trouble. No, no... Brother, wait a moment, I will accompany you to the town to register a nameplate, otherwise you will suffer." The farmer put down his tools, handled the matter in a few seconds, and hung up another small flag, as if he was going out for a while and was resting for a while.

Du Nan only found it interesting and did not refuse the help of this enthusiastic person.

There is no power restriction in the land of the Divine Ancestor.

In fact, Du Nan knew with just one thought about what the structure of the town ahead was, how many people there were, and what level of warriors he belonged to. It was precisely because everyone knew that Du Nan felt strange... This place was completely abnormal and far from the Land of Final Happy.

Although the rice fields are harvested and the farm is full of chickens and sheep, these farmers are not at all happy.

as if.

All of this has nothing to do with them.

"Brother, please follow me. Don't look around on the road or talk nonsense. You probably know what you should do by registering the nameplate." The farmer reminded.

"Oh." Dunan didn't care too much, and thought about it and asked again: "Mr. Farmer, what's your name?"

"Name? I don't have a name. Only this...number, Tiesha Town 356746792. You should be welcome, call me at will, and even a little person like us can't afford to call you a gentleman." The farmer with only the number responded.

"Why don't you have a name?"

The two of them set off, and Du Nan asked while asking.

The farmer's mouth felt a little bitter: "No reason, we weak people are not worthy of having a name. If you want a surname, you must at least join the guard and become a real soldier after training. I have participated in training, but unfortunately I can't become a soldier. I am already very lucky to be a shepherd."

Du Nan asked again: "Those chickens and sheep are not yours?"

The farmer was stunned: "Of course not. How could I own those rare poultry and livestock, just for the ironsha town. Those things can be dedicated to the adults in the town, and we are not qualified to eat."

As soon as the conversation started, the farmer kept talking.

He did not keep any of the things he had to pay attention to, and poured out all of them. He was afraid that Du Nan would not remember them clearly, so he repeated some important things several times.

Now.

Du Nan understood.

From a certain perspective, farmers are not much higher than ‘slaves’. Including those rice farmers, all of them are the lowest-level workers. The harvest they have worked in their lives can only be exchanged for a little rough food, or even no food to pay for. Because the land of the ancestors of God will not die, there is no problem of starving.

"These people are..."

"Resistance."

Flag poles were erected on both sides of the road, with strong men hanging on them. Occasionally, some soldiers with heavy armored swords escorted some new people and hung them onto the flagpole again. These people were tortured very hard, but no matter how much they were injured, they could always come back in a blink of an eye.

Du Nan was speechless when he saw this situation.

Have all scientific and technological civilizations been eliminated here? Go back to the barbaric society directly?

"Because there will be no death here, some people just don't want to follow the rules set by the gods. Now they are all sent here to display, or it's a punishment..." The farmer explained softly, getting used to this situation early on. It is not surprising to see some evil birds flying down and constantly pecking at their fresh meat. Hearing the screams of the resisters, the farmer felt a little reluctant, but looked helpless.

Du Nan continued to listen, and understood that these are people who want to get "freedom".

pity.

There is no freedom in the land of the ancestor of the gods.

I finally arrived at the town, but it was a prosperous and civilized world, which was more advanced than a modern small city. In addition to cars, there were also some small aircraft in the air. There were many high-rise buildings, but more than half were vacant. This was not because the town had few people, but... status.

"Without the protection of adults, we cannot move in. Even if we save enough money, we cannot buy and sell it." The farmer envied the tall building.

The language is slightly lost, knowing that it is someone else's happy home.

There are not many people on the road.

Du Nan sensed that there were countless people under the ground in the town. In addition to the human race, there were even some orc races.

"Who is underground?"

"Criminals," the farmer explained: "They mine underground, clean waterways, build tunnels, or raise cave farming plants. These people are different from those who resist outside. They will not be punished as long as they keep working. After hundreds of years of hard work, there is still a chance to become ordinary workers like us. Brother, you have to get the nameplate quickly, otherwise you will be treated as criminals. Here, people without jobs are considered criminals."

Du Nan was even speechless when he heard this.

Idle people are criminals?

"Strange, Mr. Farmer, is the Star God Warriors who manage the town? In theory, they can not eat anything, so why do they still need a large amount of agricultural and animal husbandry products?" Du Nan asked.

"Those adults may not eat, but their families and servants need to eat. This is the foot of the mountain. There are many people without strength, and most of them need to eat. No one farms and herdsmen, they are hungry for too long and they will go crazy, and someone must farm." The farmer looked as if he was taken for granted.

"Why don't you use a machine?" Du Nan wanted to say that as long as the Star God warrior waved his hand, a large rice field would grow. Not to mention the martial gods or gods, they are existences that can even change the planet.

"Adults don't like machines, and those things are easily used to cause trouble." The farmer responded.

Du Nan was stunned when he heard this.

This is the land of the Ancestor of God...the land of supreme force! Even a machine of the size of a planet will be crushed by a finger of a martial god.

Isn't this afraid of trouble? Is this lazy to the bone?

The farmer ignored Du Nan's reaction and followed the path of a few people, avoiding the noble figures in their clothes, and came to the front of a machine building: "Brother, go in by yourself. To prevent cheating, no one works here, just a record of the mechanical workers. It asks you to answer whatever you want, it doesn't matter if it is true or not. I don't care about your identity here, just look at the nameplate."

Du Nan was stunned when he heard this again.

What is the reason for this? As long as you have strength, it doesn’t matter who you are before?

soon.

Du Nan entered the machine building. Although the adults in charge did not like others to work with machines, they liked to use machines to replace themselves. When the registration started, unexpectedly... the machine worker did not ask for his name, race, or even men and women. He only asked what he did. After he understood, he took out a nameplate made of animal bone steel from the vault.

Drip blood, activate a small magic circle, and then warn: "It's done, this is your nameplate, Mr. Iron Mine Town 3567452338. Remind you three things: First, everyone has their own nameplate here, and those who don't have one are criminals. Second, the nameplate not only records your strength, but also represents your status. Third, don't conflict with people with higher levels than you, otherwise you will always make mistakes."

"Oh." Du Nan doesn't care about your rules, now he just wants to know what the land of the Divine Ancestor looks like.

Look at this nameplate again.

Its pattern is not complicated. On one side is the number of Tiesha Town 3567452338, and on the other side is the number of ‘0’. Because the material of animal bone steel is not easy to be damaged, Du Nan also feels at ease to activate the internal magic array. If you input a little divine power, the numbers will immediately change. Du Nan clearly felt that most of the divine power he injected flowed back, leaving only a little bit as a number to display.

Du Nan was slightly surprised when he saw the number 1000 above.

indeed.

I have just injected one thousand stars of divine power, but only one thousand pieces of it remained in the beast bone steel nameplate. In other words, less than one-star power can "real" display its power level... The technology is not bad.

Du Nan tried again.

10,000.

1 million.

100 million.

10 billion.
To be continued...