I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong

"All right, Mr. Yan is willing to become a house servant for the Wang Family."

The Realman Tingyu thought for a moment, considering that the other families wouldn't offer a better deal.

Besides, since Wang An needed a token of goodwill, if he didn't understand the situation, he might bear a grudge against him.

Not wanting to cause trouble, he decided to go along with the flow and agreed.

To his side, Tian Lin frowned, realizing that even at the Golden Core Realm, one could only attain the status of a village household, while he, at the Foundation Establishment Realm, was doomed to a refugee household.

Indeed, after Realman Tingyu registered his name, birthplace, and date of birth in front of Wang An, Wang An said: "Are there any Foundation Establishment cultivators willing to enter my Wang Family's estate as tenant farmers?"

He could naturally see Tian Lin's cultivation level, but he didn't look at Tian Lin this time.

Obviously, the Wang Family had no need for Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Tian Lin pondered for a moment and stepped forward to ask: "May I ask, sir, if becoming a tenant farmer for the Wang Family allows one to enter the village household?"

Wang An didn't respond; his servant sneered:

"You're dreaming if you think entering the village household register is that easy. Being allowed to become a tenant farmer for the Wang Family, with two full meals a day, is already quite good. What more do you want?"

Listening to this, Tian Lin remained silent, while a fellow cultivator nearby advised him: "Brother, what more do you want? Having full meals is already good enough."

Indeed, a group of Hua Hualang traveled all the way to the capital just for a full meal, wasn't it?

But Tian Lin came to the capital not for meals; he came to find a way out of this world.

If merely for meals, why would he seek food at the Wang Family and suffer servitude? After all, while others can't stomach poison fruits, he surely can – he's not going to starve to death.

"If you don't wish to, I can't force you."

Wang An spoke, no longer giving Tian Lin a choice.

He turned to his servant and said: "All good seeds have been selected by the Zhao family, getting a Golden Core cultivator counts as a symbol of success. Now, let's start choosing the maidservants."

The servant then called out to the crowd: "Young women and ladies, come forward!"

As he spoke, a group of women and old ladies pushed forward.

These women were surprisingly strong, causing the cultivators and the second-in-command to be pushed around.

"Stop pushing, stand straight — besides, where did these old ones come from? We're looking for maidservants, not mothers!"

The servant angrily said, heartlessly striking with his stick among the group of women.

Before long, the old, fat, ugly, and disabled were all driven out from the crowd.

Only ten or so women remained, ranging from eight to over twenty years old.

These women weren't particularly beautiful — the beautiful ones had all been chosen by the Zhao family.

Though not beautiful, the youth of women in this age range is undeniable. With proper care, their bodies would grow back over time, and they wouldn't be too unsightly.

"How old are you?"

"Do you have any family members?"

"What is your cultivation level?"

"Are you still a virgin?"

The servant began taking down registration while Wang An had already left.

The servant selected only four girls from the ten, then told them: "Once you arrive at the manor, you'll start as rough maidservants, with half a bowl of rice a day, so you won't starve to death. If you perform well, there's a possibility for advancement in the future."

Half a bowl of rice, with no pay. This is a significant exploitation for a Qi Refiner.

But in the current end times, life is no longer like the good old days. Half a bowl of rice to sustain life is a luxury envied by countless women.

Some women tearfully pleaded with the servant: "Sir, please give us a chance to live, we are willing to do anything."

The servant sneered coldly: "I lack no willing workers!"

After speaking, he was about to leave with the four girls and Realman Tingyu.

Realman Tingyu then conveyed a secret message to Tian Lin and the others: "Once I'm settled, I'll come back for you."

Tian Lin didn't know when he would be settled and suspected that Realman Tingyu wanted to use the opportunity to rid himself of them. So he secretly replied: "Big brother, once we're hungry, we'll seek food from you. Please don't forget us when the time comes."

Listening to Tian Lin's straightforward plea for food, Realman Tingyu couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

This wasn't the place to talk, so Realman Tingyu left without a word.

Seeing Realman Tingyu leave, the second-in-command couldn't help but worry and asked the cultivator and Tian Lin: "Big brother is gone, what should we do?"

Tian Lin, meanwhile, had little to worry about. With his late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, if he were to act like a dog, the aristocratic families would surely throw him a couple of bones.

However, for the two who were Qi Refiners, they were in a place where Qi Refiners were most abundant.

To the aristocratic families, Qi Refiners weren't worth even a bone.

"What's there to fear? Don't we have things to trade for food — besides, we still have Big Brother."

Spirit Stones are priceless, more precious than food to Nascent Soul and Divinity Transformation cultivators.

Nascent Soul and Divinity Transformation experts don't have to worry about starvation as long as their cultivation remains stable; at that level, fasting is already practiced.

If food could be traded for Spirit Stones, Nascent Soul and Divinity Transformation experts would surely agree.

But dare Tian Lin and the rest trade Spirit Stones for food?

They dared not even let others know they had Spirit Stones.

"Indeed, Big Brother gets allotted food and meat each month, plus he has new tickets. I just inquired, the new Daqi Dynasty tickets can be used to buy food."

The three young brothers were ready to rely on Big Brother and use Big Brother's resources, which calmed their minds.

The urgent matter now was to not starve before Realman Tingyu stabilized.

After the Wang Family left, Tian Lin and the others 'interviewed' two more aristocratic families.

But without exception, neither the cultivator nor the second-in-command wanted them, and Tian Lin didn't want to act like a dog.

With the sky getting dark, there were no more aristocratic families coming to select people.

A group of Hua Hualang had nowhere to go, and even the location named Refuge House was prohibited from staying too long.

Like other Hua Hualang, they were driven to the mountain, and the cultivator couldn't help but complain: "We traveled all the way here, only to end up doomed to hunger. Is heaven really intent on taking the lives of common folk?"

The second-in-command retorted: "Here, at least we aren't killed by Evil Spirit and roaming souls, which is good."

This was self-deceptive nonsense!

Though there were no roaming souls here, hunger-driven murder and cannibalism were not impossible.

Compared to roaming souls, the desperate Hua Hualang around posed a great threat.

"As long as no one dies, things should not turn too bad."

Tian Lin reassured them: "I still have some food saved, enough for us to survive ten days. During this time, we should inquire about how other Hua Hualang survive here as refugees."

Without speaking further, they blended with the refugees, each harboring their own thoughts, and endured their first night in the capital.