Chapter 930: Baoxi's Worldview Under Assault

Baoxi slept soundly in Huaxia for one night, experiencing the rich and advanced life of Huaxia, which gave him a strong sense of dissonance with his original world and his former life; he himself did not know how to describe this feeling.

The next day, he woke up from a large Huaxia kang, looking at the pillow, the quilt, pressing down on the animal skin beneath him, the kang cabinet beside him used for storing things, and the ceiling overhead, all sealed with wooden boards.

As soon as the curtains were pulled open, light shone in immediately; after being dimmed by the glass—which in Baifeng's view was not particularly transparent or pure—the sunlight was not so blinding.

All of this felt extremely strange in Baoxi's eyes; he had struggled his whole life and controlled such a large tribe, yet he had never enjoyed a life like this.

He used to sleep on hard ground, covered by dirty animal skins that would emit a fishy smell on rainy days, and when he looked up, he saw a roof made of messy wooden sticks, so low that he couldn't even stand up straight.

Although it could shield him from the wind and rain, and it wasn't too cold in Winter, it was pitch black inside, and there were all kinds of insects; no matter how he tried to fix it, there were always parts that left him unsatisfied.

Yet compared to living in caves before, the houses Huangpin built did make him much more comfortable, but after staying in Huaxia for one night, he really did not want to return to the Suiren clan to live in those rotten mud houses; in Huaxia, those things wouldn't even count as houses.

Everything here was so novel; the ground was paved with stone slabs, and the courtyard was entirely stone slabs as well. He asked those Huaxia people why they did this, and the Huaxia people serving him replied quite calmly: "This is so there isn't so much mud on rainy days, and it also keeps the courtyard cleaner."

Spending so much effort just for cleanliness, for no mud? Baoxi was extremely shocked. Furthermore, in a spot where a house could have been built, they had used stones to create a small border, inside which they planted some Grass and small trees, and beside it was a small pond enclosed by stones, containing only pitifully small fish, the kind not even worth catching.

"Why do this? Isn't it a waste of space? If you built a house here, couldn't more people live in it? And why have such a small pond and keep such tiny fish in it?"

Baoxi asked wantonly about everything he did not understand. The servant, who had already been cautioned, answered Baoxi in the most respectful tone: "Tribal Chief Baoxi, these flowers and Grass are planted for the sake of beauty. These flowers were found in very distant places; they are not easy to find."

"The fish in this pond are also for beauty. This kind of fish doesn't grow large; it only gets this big. If you look closely, you will find that those fish scales are of various colors and are very beautiful."

Baoxi only felt that his worldview had been impacted. Would Huaxia spend so much effort just to make this place look a bit better? Was it really beautiful? Baoxi truly could not see it; he only felt it was too wasteful and too incredible.

"Why? Is it really necessary? Wouldn't it be enough to just build the houses bigger and taller, and make sleeping more comfortable? Why plant some Grass? Aren't there plenty of them in the mountains outside? Why?"

Baoxi kept asking, becoming increasingly uncomprehending. His Soldiers had the same doubts; they all felt as if their world had been kicked by someone, and the life they had originally thought was quite good seemed like that of savages in the eyes of Huaxia.

If they hadn't come on this trip with the Tribal Chief, they would never have been able to imagine such a place existed; the place where the gods of Heaven reside must be like this, surely.

Why? These Slaves had also lived in Huaxia for long enough; they were not allowed to learn to read, but much of their worldview had already aligned with Huaxia's, and because they were in contact with and serving the elites of Huaxia, or the elites of the Xuanyuan Tribe, their understanding of the world and of people was already better than that of most ordinary Huaxia people.

"Tribal Chief Baoxi, our King has said that as humans, being well-fed and warmly clothed is only the most basic requirement; however, a Tribal Chief or leader who can ensure all his tribesmen are well-fed and warmly clothed is already very impressive."

"In our Huaxia, there is no longer anyone suffering from hunger or cold, which is why there are better pursuits. Once one can eat their fill, they want to eat better and more fragrant food; once one can be warmly clothed, they want to wear better and more beautiful clothes."

"It is the same with houses; first, ensure one has a place to live, then think about living better and making oneself happier."

The servant then pointed to the garden and said: "Look, if you are tired from working all day, you sit here and stare at the garden, and your mood will improve. The fish swimming around are also very beautiful. If the season is right and the flowers bloom, this place will be even prettier; everything is extremely beautiful."

Baoxi became somewhat irritable, began to pace back and forth in the courtyard, and loudly questioned in confusion: "Sit down when tired from work? Are you not afraid of having no food to eat? People should work incessantly; only then can they feed themselves, feed their tribesmen, and store enough food so that people don't starve in seasons without food. Isn't this what should be done?"

The servant followed closely behind Baoxi at a distance of three paces, answering him at any time: "Tribal Chief Baoxi, in our Huaxia, everyone gets one day of rest for every six days of work, during which they can do what they like, go out to play, or spend time with their families."

"Of course, farmers who till the land and tenant farmers without property arrange their own time; they do not have such regular schedules. Only those in the Huaxia government and various factories can receive such arrangements."

Baoxi waved his hand in anger: "Government, factories? I don't understand. Shouldn't people just hunt and gather? And you, are you also able to rest like that?"

The servant quickly replied: "I work for ten days before I can rest for one."

"Why? Why are you different?"

The servant was somewhat nervous: "My status is low, so I certainly cannot be the same as other people."

Fortunately, Baoxi did not continue to press, because in his view, it was impossible for a Slave to have such a mental state, impossible to wear such good clothes, and even if they worked here, it was impossible for them to live in such good houses; they should be squatting in the wild to sleep, not even deserving of a wooden shed.

"Are all Huaxia people like this, able to live in such good houses?" Baoxi turned and stopped, staring fixedly at the servant following him.

The servant quickly lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Baoxi: "That is, of course, impossible. Most people in Huaxia cannot live in such good houses; only the rich and the Noble can afford to live in them."

"Many families, because there are too many people, basically have several people squeezed into the same room, and they do not have enough space to plant these flowers and Grass."

"Moreover, the land in Huaxia City is too precious; the closer you get to the center, the more precious it is. Many times, even if you have grain, you cannot trade it for a piece of land here to stand on."