Astral Apostle

The current Great Xia Dynasty had already lasted for 160 years, more than 100 years since the last intersection with the main world. In the middle, they had fought a few battles with the surrounding foreign races, some winning and some losing. They had expanded some of their territory, causing the map of the main world to be a little outdated and have errors in the border area.

However, the area he had designated was a rich place in the south of the central plains of the Great Xia Dynasty. It was far from the border, and the main world map was still effective. There would definitely be no problem in the general direction. At most, there would be a small error. For example, some small villages would disappear or rise up after more than a hundred years of change. This was inevitable.

Zhou Jing remembered it in his heart. After thinking for a while, he asked about changes in the world.

This apostle was ambitious after all. Since he had to rebel, he planned to understand the current living environment before making a plan.

Hearing this, the teahouse owner smiled bitterly,

"In this world... Sigh, it's already good enough to be able to eat a mouthful of food. How would we lowly people dare to spout nonsense?"

Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows and grabbed the owner's arm, "Sir, tell me in detail."

The owner was unwilling, but it did not dare to disobey this burly man who did not look like someone to be trifled with. He could only hem and haw, but he evoked a sense of bitterness and sighed from time to time.

After hearing this, Zhou Jing thought about it and roughly understood the situation. He was not surprised.

At the very least, he had received compulsory education and learned history. The Great Xia Dynasty had ruled for 160 years, so the current situation was not new. It was nothing more than the common problems in the last years of the feudal dynasty.

The emperor was muddle-headed, the treacherous officials were in charge, the land was annexed, and the people were struggling to survive... They were just short of a natural disaster!

"Fortunately, at least the uprising is in accordance with the time of the heavens. It's not a complete disaster in the world..."

Zhou Jing secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

The life objective of an apostle was not mandatory. If it was too against his will, he would not be willing to do so. If it was a peaceful era now, he would really feel bad if he rebelled.

Fortunately, it was a dark and chaotic world, so there was no psychological pressure to cause trouble.

At this moment, Zhou Jing's heart skipped a beat as he asked, "Sir, I saw on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village that this is the Wu Village. I'm new here and don't know the rules here. Please explain to me."

Seeing that the burly man no longer pestered him about the Imperial Court, the teahouse heaved a sigh of relief and replied softly,

"This Wu Village is a big family here. There are about 500 to 600 farmers living here, and the surrounding 1,000 acres of land are all the farmlands of the Wu Village. Most of the farmers in this village are tenant farmers in the village who rely on the Wu Family to earn a living.

The Wu family's old master goes by Chang Gui. He's the owner of this place, with four sons. The eldest son was studying, while the second and third sons practiced martial arts, while the fourth son is still in his infantile years. They are all perfect, and I heard Wu Chang Guio even had a daughter, but it's said that she married into a big family in the state capital. I don't know much about that.

There are no other rules here. As long as you're not someone who has committed a crime, you can come and go as you please. If you're short of money, you can also stay in the dormitory. The old master is kind and often helps you."

Zhou Jing nodded and suddenly asked, "Then, sir, has the Wu Village done anything evil?"

The teahouse's expression immediately changed. It hurriedly glanced left and right before saying unhappily, "Go! You idle person, do you want to buy tea or not? If not, don't argue with me!"

With that, he turned around and returned to the teahouse to make more tea.

Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows. After thinking for a moment, he did not argue with this teahouse. He carried the stick on his shoulder and strolled around the village. He looked left and right, and his strong muscles were always eye-catching.

As he strolled, he thought about what to do next.

"It's very important to gather information and practice martial arts... But the real priority is to get money! I'm penniless now. If I don't get some money, I can't even afford a meal."

Zhou Jing thought to himself.

Work to earn money? That was fine, but it was probably a little embarrassing. Moreover, this manor did not seem to lack workers.

Stealing? With apostle #004's personality, his synchronization rate would probably drop.

Perhaps he could stay in the Wu Village and show off his outstanding skills. It should not be difficult to exchange for some money... However, with Chen Feng's violent personality, it was probably not suitable for him to live under someone else's roof.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Jing made a decision.

He would first rely on himself and try to show off on the streets!

Putting up a martial arts show was not the best for himself, as this Apostle only knew a mid-level spear technique, which was not even mastered properly.

Although Zhou Jing remembered the saber technique and could use it, the fourth apostle did not have muscle memory, so it would probably be difficult for him to use it. Moreover, his saber techniques were all based on actual combat and did not have any fancy moves.

"I might as well work hard and use my 26 points of Physical Fitness."

Zhou Jing had a plan in mind and immediately left the village.

He searched for a while and found an oval boulder that was about the height of a person. Under the curious gazes of the children, he pushed the boulder all the way back to the village and stopped at a street filled with people.

Zhou Jing patted the boulder, took a deep breath, before shouting out loud,

"As the saying goes, when you go out, you rely on your friends. Fellow villagers, I've traveled to many areas, and have run out of money, so I can only perform here. I hope that the rich will support me with their money, and the poor will support me by watching!"

There were limited entertainment activities in the feudal era, and street performers were common. Even in such a village, the villagers were used to it.

As soon as they heard that there was going to be some entertainment, people immediately stopped and watched curiously.

In the teahouse and taverns by the street, many customers turned around to look.