Chapter 937: Why Do You Understand Nothing?

After arranging for Yulong to manage state affairs, Baifeng prepared to go find Baoxi in person to see what his thoughts really were and what unresolved doubts he had, though not right now; he would wait until the afternoon, as Baoxi might not be able to digest so much news all at once.

When Baoxi returned to the courtyard, the servants were in the middle of cleaning; the rooms had already been tidied, and now they were sweeping the courtyard, chatting happily, but when they saw Baoxi return, they immediately shut their mouths tight.

However, they did not see Zhigui and the others, only these people from the Suiren Clan; although the servants were curious, their professional training taught them not to ask too much or think too much, for once they violated this rule, severe punishment awaited them, which also proved from another angle that they were not qualified for this job.

Baoxi saw these people splashing water onto the stone-paved ground and then using tools to sweep the water away again; although he had decided not to ask any more questions about Huaxia, he still could not help but ask: "Why do you do this, and what is the meaning of doing so?"

The servant hurriedly stopped the work in their hands, stood the bamboo broom upright, and said respectfully: "Tribal Chief Baoxi, we are cleaning; we use water and brooms to sweep the dirt in the courtyard clean."

Baoxi looked down at his feet, where only his own tattered animal-hide shoes looked dirty, while the stone slabs were so bright they reflected light: "Isn't it already very clean? Why keep sweeping? What is the use of sweeping? Won't it just get dirty again?"

The servant was now somewhat confused instead; they did not understand why the tribal chief of a large tribe did not even understand this simple logic, but they still had to explain diligently: "Although it is not very dirty, this is our job; we must sweep every day to ensure this courtyard is always clean, and if it gets dirty, we just keep sweeping."

"Is this all you do every day? Do you not need to go look for food?"

The servant asked in return: "Why would we need to go look for food? Huaxia has so much arable land that it can grow more grain than all of us can eat; Huaxia is just like this, whether your work is easy or dangerous, everyone just does their own part."

"Our work is easy, but our treatment is poor; even if we work until we die, it is impossible for us to own a piece of land of our own in Huaxia City, but those hunters and Soldiers can obtain land that can support themselves in just a few years."

Baoxi tried his best to suppress his emotions: "Can the land even be your own? Besides Grass and the wild beasts upon it, how can land support a person? Does your food require you to go find it on your own land? What if the land you obtain is a piece where not even Grass can grow?"

These servants naively thought that all large tribes should be like Huaxia, possessing endless land all planted with grain, and that only they, the original wild tribes, needed to maintain their lives through gathering, fishing, and hunting, so when Baoxi asked such a question, they were completely unable to understand.

"But, but as long as the land is cultivated, it can grow grain; whether it is barren land or fertile land, it can all grow grain. Why care if there are wild beasts or Grass on it?"

"If you don't have time to cultivate it yourself, then leave it to others to cultivate, and when the time comes, just have some of the harvest shared with you; with that land, you will slowly become wealthy sooner or later."

Baoxi opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say for a moment, so he simply stopped talking; he would mind his own tongue, for as long as he did not ask, there would not be so many questions and doubts to affect him.

He led a group of Soldiers straight into the house, all entering his room, because there was a living room large enough inside for them to have a good talk together.

Seeing such a strange Baoxi, the servants shook their heads one after another and then continued to sweep; they could not understand why the tribal chief of a large tribe was like this, and the difference between him and Xuanyuan was truly too great.

Baoxi felt his chest tight with suppressed anger that he could not release, just like that time he was angered to the point of vomiting blood back in Huaxia, though it was not yet as serious as that; it was just that Baoxi felt unhappy, uncomprehending, and confused.

He sat down, while the other Soldiers had to stand; after a moment of silence, Baoxi asked them: "After looking around today, what are your feelings?"

One Soldier said: "Tribal Chief, I think Huaxia is so wealthy, and their land and their walls are so sturdy that it is simply impossible to defeat them."

"Also, we tried their houses too; we couldn't push them over at all, and even if a hundred people came, I feel we couldn't push them over, so Tribal Chief, if we want to attack and take Huaxia, we must have a way to knock down these walls of theirs first."

Baoxi waved his hand irritably: "No, that's not it; I didn't ask about that, it's something else; you have also seen Huaxia's houses, you have stayed here, and you have seen their various things."

Baoxi slapped the table hard with his hand: "Like this table, the chairs, the places where they sleep, the places where they relieve themselves, and even the places where they boil hot water to bathe; don't you have any different feelings?"

The group of Soldiers stared at each other, not knowing what their tribal chief wanted to ask, and shook their heads one after another.

Baoxi was so angry he slapped the table hard again: "You really didn't see it! Do you not have any thoughts of your own at all? Look, while our Suiren Clan Soldiers are working hard to hunt and find food, Huaxia is already planting Grass and trees in such a fine courtyard—the kind of trees we wouldn't even choose to cut for firewood!"

"They can spend so much effort to bring them here from such distant mountains, and you have no thoughts on this? Ah!"

The Soldiers were a bit panicked and somewhat fearful, but apart from novelty and envy, they truly had no other particular thoughts; Huaxia's things were too numerous and too strange, the Suiren Clan could not have them, and perhaps never would, as they had only just started living in those mud houses themselves.

Baoxi slapped the table several times in agitation, then suddenly felt his chest tighten and could not catch his breath; the way he gasped for air terrified the Soldiers, who did not know what to do, and in their panic, they had to go out to find people from Huaxia to see if they had any way to help—they couldn't let their tribal chief die on Huaxia's territory, could they?