Chapter 3 is Survival

"Food, uh..." The guy secretly glanced at the cigarette in Wei Ming's hand and swallowed hard. He had heard about dry alcohol long ago and had seen people smoke from snuff bottles. However, he had never seen anyone smoke like Wei Ming. Everything about Wei Ming was new to him, and he found it all incredibly appealing.

What is your name? Wei Ming sat back down on the bench, crossed his legs, and displayed a demeanor befitting a local landlord

"Yes, what happened?" Li Niu felt anxious, unsure if he had said something wrong, or if the people from the Li family had offended the deities due to their lack of insight.

This is not a solution. Wei Ming's eyes turned, and a plan formed in his mind. He stood up from the ground and said with great righteousness: "Alright, alright, everyone, no need to bow any longer. I can see your sincerity. Today, I will not hold it against you. Now, everyone, please rise." Indeed, as soon as Wei Ming said this, everyone calmed down, once again expressing their gratitude to him with tears and snot. This made Wei Ming unable to help but wipe away a cold sweat. Goodness, these ancient people are a bit too easy to deceive, aren't they? How can it be like this? Just because something unfamiliar appears, they think it is a divine being? If I were to lead you in a rebellion, would you really follow me? But it is indeed possible. In a few years, various rebel armies will emerge. This matter is truly unpredictable. In a few years, various rebel armies will emerge. This matter is truly unpredictable.

Ah, you want one too, huh? Here, take it. Wei Ming pulled out a cigarette and handed it to his companion, then used a lighter to ignite it for him. As the flame erupted from the lighter, the onlookers instinctively recoiled, gazing at Wei Ming with shock, their eyes shimmering with fear and reverence. The way they looked at Wei Ming was as if he were a deity.

Ah, the deity is hungry, hurry home to prepare food for the deity! Take out the best things from your home to offer to the deity!" The old man called out in front, and everyone immediately stood up and vanished in an instant. Only the attendant remained kneeling there.

"Oh dear, there's no need for that. I'm just a bit hungry right now. If you could let me have a hearty meal, I would be quite satisfied." Wei Ming thought to himself, envisioning a pleasant scenario. Yes, first let's secure a meal. No, how could I say it's deceiving? I am merely guiding them correctly. Lighting the everlasting lamp and making offerings, that must cost a lot! It's simply wasteful. How can it be like this? After all, it's a meal that brings tangible benefits! Lighting the everlasting lamp and making offerings, that must cost a lot! It's simply wasteful. How can it be like this? After all, it's a meal that brings tangible benefits! Yes, that's how it is.

"Um, excuse me, do you have anything to eat here?" Wei Ming asked shyly. He regretted not having dinner last night because of that spendthrift woman, which left him feeling extremely hungry now. Man is made of iron, and food is steel; missing a meal makes one feel anxious. The ancients truly did not deceive me

"Oh dear, elder, please get up. I am not a deity and do not dare to accept your worship." Wei Ming, with a quick wit, jumped up from the bench and hurriedly crawled over to the elder, kneeling down as his knees buckled. The elder bowed his head to him, and he returned the gesture. The two of them performed this astonishing scene on the street like oddities. However, none of the onlookers found it amusing. Instead, they bowed to Wei Ming in increasing fear. The bows grew heavier, accompanied by sobs, as they pleaded for Wei Ming's forgiveness. In their eyes, Wei Ming's actions clearly indicated that he would not forgive them, leaving them in a state of constant anxiety. If they had offended a deity, their already difficult lives would become even more unbearable. What could they do? Could anyone survive in this world? If they had offended a deity, their already difficult lives would become even more unbearable. What could they do? Could anyone survive in this world?

"Gulu gulu." Suddenly, my stomach made an embarrassing noise. Wei Ming glanced at the attendant with some embarrassment. The attendant also heard the sound of Wei Ming's stomach rumbling. However, he was quite self-aware, looking around as if he knew nothing. He certainly did not want to offend this mysterious person who could drink so heartily.

"Thank you, divine being." The attendant quickly stood up, the cigarette in his mouth burning uncomfortably, yet he dared not take it down. He felt a slight sense of pride; this was a reward from the divine, something others did not possess. At the same time, there was a tinge of anxiety. After all, he had spoken disrespectfully to Wei Ming. Although the divine being was magnanimous and showed no intention of holding a grudge, the attendant still felt a bit worried. At the same time, there was a tinge of anxiety. After all, he had spoken disrespectfully to Wei Ming. Although the divine being was magnanimous and showed no intention of holding a grudge, the attendant still felt a bit worried

It is a pity that next year the Emperor Wanli will pass away, what is there to play with! No, could it be that I have somehow arrived in the Ming Dynasty? Oh my God! Are you playing with me? Wei Ming suddenly felt an impulse to point to the sky and question the divine. What exactly do you intend to do by bringing me here!

O divine being, please forgive us for our earlier disrespect towards you. We are blind and have offended you; please do not hold it against us! An old man crawled over from the crowd, tears and snot streaming down his face as he spoke. The older a person becomes, the more they respect the divine. They are more inclined to believe that there are gods in this world. Moreover, in this feudal society, everyone firmly believes in the existence of deities. The emperor himself claims to be the Son of Heaven or the True Dragon Son, having been educated in such beliefs since childhood; how could one not believe? Furthermore, in this feudal society, everyone firmly believes in the existence of deities. The emperor himself claims to be the Son of Heaven or the True Dragon Son, having been educated in such beliefs since childhood; how could one not believe? However, Wei Ming did not grow up in feudalism. He was born in the New China and raised under the red flag as a youth of four virtues; feudal thoughts never had the chance to poison him. Suddenly, an old man knelt before him, and he felt no joy at all. All he felt was fear.

What are you all doing? How did I become a deity? Everyone, get up, get up! This is the first time in either my past or present life that someone has knelt before Wei Ming. He felt a mix of fear and terror in his heart, along with a hint of joy. So this is what it feels like to be knelt to; no wonder those Tartars are so eager for people to worship them.

"Alright, you should get up too." Wei Ming looked at the person who had a cigarette clamped between their lips, neither daring to inhale nor exhale, just standing there as the smoke scorched them, making it uncomfortable to watch. After such a long time, the cigarette had already burned down to the filter, yet this person still held it. Wei Ming genuinely wanted to ask this person, don't you feel uncomfortable at all?

Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing. Wei Ming felt somewhat dazed. Li Jiazhan, Li Zicheng is indeed from Li Jiazhan!

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and thus Wei Ming's sense of guilt diminished. As for the gratitude from the common people, he felt somewhat justified in receiving it.

In the 47th year of the Wanli era of the Ming Dynasty, which corresponds to the year 1619, Emperor Shenzong of Ming was about to pass away the following year. This old man had been in power for 48 years, renowned for his absence from court. Nevertheless, he managed to achieve significant accomplishments. Initially, there was the new policy introduced by Zhang Juzheng, which led to the Wanli Revival at the beginning of his reign. Subsequently, the three major military campaigns of Wanli further solidified the legacy of the great Emperor Wanli in history. Unfortunately, the historical records written by the Qing Dynasty's scholars tarnished his reputation considerably.

This frightened Wei Ming to the core, as the sound of someone kowtowing made him nearly wet himself. It was as if each beat resonated in his heart, with drumsticks striking heavily against Wei Ming's chest. If this continued, it would surely lead to a fatal incident

My name is Li Niu, and I am from Lijia Station in Mizhi County, Shaanxi. Li Niu said with his head lowered, feeling anxious and apprehensive

Li Niu, um, not bad. Um? No, you are called Li Niu? From the Li family station in Mizhi County? Wei Ming originally intended to say a few polite words to move on. However, he did not expect to encounter someone from there here.

Oh dear, this is a deity sent by heaven to save us! Everyone, quickly, kneel before the deity! Oh deity, please save us! The crowd's reaction startled Wei Ming. Even his companions beside him knelt down. Wei Ming now seemed to be surrounded by an aura, making it difficult for people to look directly at him. They had originally come to watch the excitement, but now suddenly felt that Wei Ming was indeed a deity. Everyone felt a bit uneasy, realizing that their previous actions were disrespectful to the deity, fearing that the deity would impose punishment, feeling anxious and trembling, almost wanting to leave. They had originally come to watch the excitement, but now suddenly felt that Wei Ming was indeed a deity. Everyone felt a bit uneasy, realizing that their previous actions were disrespectful to the deity, fearing that the deity would impose punishment, feeling anxious and trembling, almost wanting to leave.

O divine being, today we have committed many wrongdoings. We do not seek your complete forgiveness, but if you must punish us, then please do so. We earnestly hope that you will not bring down heavenly retribution! We are willing to serve you for generations, to light eternal lamps for you, and to be honored by the people for all eternity!" The old man bowed again and said.