The Water Monarch actually felt a little embarrassed this time.
In his eyes, Wen Yan didn't even have any land—he figured Wen Yan was so poor he could barely survive.
No land, but still able to buy such fancy liquor—that had to be tough.
He'd heard Thirteen say before: those without land were all drifters, tenant farmers, poor peasants.
Either working as hired help for others—in any case, just folks scraping by at the bottom.
Thinking back, it seemed Wen Yan really was risking his neck doing some kind of dangerous jobs.
In his memory, there was plenty of land on Fuyu Mountain.
Back in the day, rounding up tenants to farm the land so people could get a bite to eat—that counted as doing good deeds.
Never thought that after over a thousand years, even Wen Yan, this Scorching Sun of the present day, had ended up so pitiful—not even a patch of land of his own.
The Imperial Court now must be way tougher than back then, to be able to crush Fuyu Mountain like this.
