Chapter 2 Princes, generals and prime ministers, would you rather have the seed?
Huaxia, Jinling University.

Room 404, male dormitory.

Shangguan Kangle was sitting on a chair, listening to Douyin's latest hit music while carefully looking at the "Complete History of Ming Dynasty" in his hand.

As a serious liberal arts student, Shangguan Kangle has had the habit of reading since he was a child, and he is very fond of Chinese history.

It is also because of this that, after years of accumulation, Shangguan Kangle has already had a very good understanding of the entire Chinese history, but the habit of reading has always remained.

And according to Shangguan Kangle's understanding, the subject of history is something that one can never fully learn.

That's why he kept watching.

For a book lover like Shangguan Wolong, reading is a daily compulsory course. He reads for at least an hour every day.

In the cool air-conditioned room, Shangguan Kangle was reading a book silently.

After a while, he finally felt a little tired, looked away, and stretched.

Then he picked up his phone and just as he turned off the music, a video with only two likes popped up.

"Daqian refugees?"

Seeing the blogger's strange name, he immediately frowned and was about to close the audio, when he immediately saw the loaded photos.

For a moment, his fingers couldn't help but pause slightly.

"This"

Looking at the photo of the withered and haggard face and the tattered ancient clothes, Shangguan Kangle's attention was immediately attracted, and then he noticed the content below the photo.

"Thanks for the invitation. I'm in a different world. I just crossed over and am about to starve to death. How can I break the deadlock? I'm waiting online and it's urgent!"

???

Shangguan Kangle was stunned for a moment, and a look of confusion suddenly appeared on his face.

Which company’s new marketing approach is this?
Shangguan Kangle thought secretly.

I have to say, this marketing method seems to be quite interesting.

Thinking of this, Shangguan Kangle immediately clicked on the blogger's homepage, and sure enough, he saw that in addition to this video, there was another pinned video.

But it seems that they are all photos with text.

Shangguan Kangle clicked on the video and immediately saw the content clearly.

First photo: "Lian'an City is a small city in Daqian Cangzhou. Due to four consecutive years of drought, almost all the people have become refugees and fled to other states. Now there are only thousands of old, weak, sick and disabled people, as well as rich people and county magistrates left in the city."

The second photo: "Lin Zhongyun, from Lian'an, Cangzhou, 15 years old. My father was a hired farmer in the family of the wealthy Wang in Lian'an City. He has died of illness. Now he has been driven out of the mansion by the wealthy man. Due to lack of food, his life is in danger."

There are many more photos later, but there is no content yet, just black pictures.

"Is this a setting?" Shangguan Kangle immediately understood the meaning of the video and smiled faintly: "A word game? It seems to have some meaning!"

For someone who loves history like Shangguan Kangle, this video immediately attracted his attention.

Then he clicked on the video again.

Looking at the boy with a vicissitudes of life in the video, he clicked on the comment section.

There are already two comments in the comment section at this time.

"In this other world, do people have this kind of tricks now? We're almost starving to death, why don't we just rebel and kill our way into the county government office?"

"Bullfrog, bullfrog, it seems interesting. Isn't it shouting that kings, princes, generals and ministers are of the same species?"

Two outsiders!
Looking at these two comments, Shangguan Kangle smiled faintly, but after hesitating for a moment, he still did not comment, but just clicked to follow.

He wanted to see what the marketing of this company was like. If it really had that flavor, it wouldn't be too late for him to give it a try.
It is night and the stars are shining.

As the sun completely disappeared into darkness, the scorching temperature finally dropped. Occasionally, a cool breeze blew by, which finally brought some life to the lifeless little town.

As usual, the refugees began to search for edible wild insects in the dark. Some traded with each other, while others went to beg at the gate of the rich man Wang's house. This was already the norm in the entire Lian'an City. As long as they could hold out and keep shouting, the rich man Wang would occasionally throw some rotten vegetables to get rid of them.

It seemed that he was very excited about awakening the golden finger, or maybe he was numb from hunger, but Lin Zhongyun, who had been lying in bed for a day, actually felt that he had regained some strength.

However, he did not go looking for food like other refugees, but instead looked carefully at the virtual interface in front of him that only he could see.

[Suggestion received: Revolt directly, charge into the county government office, and chop off the county magistrate’s head]

[Difficulty: SS]

[Reward: Diamond-level treasure chest]

[Suggestion received: find a crooked tree, commit suicide and travel through time again]

[Difficulty: SSS]

[Reward: Legendary Treasure Chest]

[Suggestion received: Since you are going to die anyway, I suggest you find a woman. It would be romantic to die under the peony flowers and become a ghost.]

[Difficulty: B]

[Reward: Gold-level treasure chest]

[Suggestion received: Shout in public: Are there any kings, princes, generals or ministers of different races?]

[Difficulty: F]

[Reward: Bronze Treasure Box]

[Note: Reminder to the host that the difficulty of the task will be determined in real time based on the host's current status, and rewards will be issued.]

Looking at the messages flashing across the virtual interface in front of him, Lin Zhongyun couldn't help but feel speechless.

How can people rebel when they are starving to death?

Committing suicide and traveling back in time? Are you serious?
To die under the peony flowers and become a ghost is also romantic? Is this something a human can say?

Lin Zhongyun looked at the suggestions carefully, his face speechless, until he saw the last suggestion, he relaxed a little.

"Calling for the throne of kings, princes, generals and ministers, are you a species?"

"It's a bit simple. What can be found in this bronze treasure chest?"

Lin Zhongyun was somewhat tempted, and immediately looked at the refugees wandering around.

"No one will sue me, right?"

As it concerns his own life and death, Lin Zhongyun is still a little hesitant.

But soon after, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, followed by a dizzy feeling that surged through his body.

Although it was only for a moment, Lin Zhongyun's body couldn't help but tremble!
As a modern man, Lin Zhongyun understands very well that this is due to the body's lack of nutrition and low blood sugar.

"If we continue like this, won't we be dead for sure?"

At this moment, Lin Zhongyun immediately made a decision in his heart.

Then, he grabbed a wooden stick beside him, supported his body, and slowly stood up!

The people around him continued to do what they were supposed to do, and no one paid attention to Lin Zhongyun.

However, just in case, Lin Zhongyun walked among the crowd for a while, then found a corner where no one was paying attention, hid his body completely in the darkness, took a deep breath, and said:
"Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different species?"

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