It's not easy to be a "mortal", it's much harder than cultivating an immortal or something.

Otherwise, why would everyone want to become immortals instead of being mortals?

——Star Carved · Stay

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Xingke can guarantee that he has not been so tired in tens of millions of years.

When was the last time I was so tired in the physical body, and why... Xingji can no longer remember clearly.

Anyway, he clearly remembered that he had sworn long ago that he would never pursue the "joy of sports" or "running under the sunset" - he was just looking for trouble.

But now, as an ordinary farmer in the feudal period, Xingji feels that he has surpassed the lower limit of his past understanding of "hard work".

There is no electricity, no machinery, no industry, and no unnatural forces.

In every aspect of life, everything depends on your own hands and feet.

Everything, trivial matters, and the burden of life all fell on the shoulders of a mere mortal.

From fetching water, chopping firewood, to planting, raising livestock, and finally cleaning and repairing tools, things that were originally supposed to be done by machines and magic must now be done by hand.

The cooperation of muscles, bones and brain, plus the accumulation of time - this is the limit of human beings.

Tiny, fragile, slow, embarrassed, dirty...this is what human beings are.

With no parents, no relatives, no spouse, living in the countryside far away from human habitation, Xing Mo deeply understood why humans are social animals through his own actual experience rather than written knowledge.

It is not the so-called "emotional comfort", nor is it the legendary "love and family affection".

The reason why mortals like to get together is simply because they are lazy and weak.

If a person works too hard, he is easily eaten by other animals. Only by forming a settlement can the life of mortals be safer and easier.

Once an individual among social animals falls behind, it often means death.

Nowadays, every time he spends an extra day, he feels that it is really not easy for him to stay alive. The fact that he has not starved to death is all thanks to the survival wisdom passed down in his mind for trillions of years and some unreliable luck.

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"Bird, bird, tell me, when will my miserable life end?"

The "old farmer" in ragged clothes and unkempt hair sat on the threshold, taking a rare breather in the afternoon.

Then, like a normal neurotic old man, he spoke to the emerald green bird resting under the eaves.

His voice was full of a feeble and twilight air:

"It's a pity that I'm not still old... I'm just too sick and too tired. Alas..."

I have no choice but to get up and work with the sun every day. I get tired and rest as the sun sets. I have never had a holiday. At this time, I feel that I have run out of fuel.

It was not because of aging, but because of the aches and pains caused by fatigue and various diseases that could not be ignored, his body had been damaged to the limit, and he might die at any time.

"So, manpower has its limits after all..."

Every day, you need to grind grains into flour, split wood to make fire, boil water for cooking, and then work in the fields by yourself.

Of course, the food cannot be abundant, the taste cannot change, and it may not even be sufficient for food and clothing, but in contrast, the work is very heavy.

Under this premise, the sanitary environment and comfort of life also need to be maintained:

The drinking water must not be raw water, the room must not be infested with insects, the toilet needs to be tidied, and the livestock fence needs to be maintained...

Otherwise, disease will destroy mortal life faster than hunger.

"...Okay, I admit it. I still couldn't let go of my dignity at first, because I worked hard to keep my personal image neat and tidy, which added a lot of labor to myself."

He used precious water resources and firewood to boil water, and worked hard all day just to take a bath and wash clothes. Even if he went hungry because of this, he didn't hesitate...

Come to think of it, this is a foolish waste of labor.

"No, I don't mean to regret it. I just sigh that it is not easy for mortals to live."

There is no soap to wash your face, no toothpaste to brush your teeth, the salt is rough and yellow, there is almost no meat, and the house will leak when it rains...

Making some things from scratch is easy to say, but in practice you will find that there is a lack of raw materials.

The reason why some things were invented in an era when commerce gradually developed is because raw materials from all over the world were gathered together by traders.

The raw materials that can be obtained by partial safety will be limited by geology and climate.

Only unity and peace can bring prosperity and prosperity... It is useless to say this.

"I am living in the countryside, so what if I have a lot of knowledge? I still have to do everything myself."

Sure enough, it was impossible for a creature like [Zhai] to survive in the feudal era when the industrial economy was underdeveloped.

If some time-travelers were born in a bad fetus, they would miss out on their talents for most of their lives.

...however, these are secondary.

Physical torture cannot defeat all mortals. There is still some way to survive if you are a little cowardly or embarrassed.

Things that further destroy the will of mortals and make them numb are actually spiritual wear and tear.

"Bird, I wonder if you feel happy when you fly in the sky and look down at the animals on the ground...?" Xing Ke asked dryly.

Then he didn't expect a little bird to answer him, and quickly continued to mutter to himself:

"Without spiritual pleasure, without physical joy...why do mortals live?"

Human beings feel at ease by looking down at beings inferior and weaker than themselves.

Either pity, bullying, or slavery—all are essentially caused by class differences.

Only with class and steps can some people have the desire and motivation to climb up.

Therefore, it is called "the meaning of living", also known as "pursuit" and "yearning".

However, the current star moment does not have these.

At this moment, as the lowest level of existence, he could not see the sky at all, so he lost the meaning of living - this was completely the opposite situation from before.

It seemed to him that there was a time when he seemed to have lost the meaning of life because he was standing at the top of the sky and could not see any realm above it.

"The result of a moment of anger and obsession with one's own face...is this such a tragic situation? Sure enough, we have done too many bad things."

Xingke looked at the bird in front of him and complained with self-deprecation.

Of course, he didn't suddenly reflect and really felt that he had done too many bad things - because no one could prove to him that doing good things would make his luck better.

"Bird, bird, do you think it would be better for me to die where I am? Or should I continue to experience the sufferings of the world?"

Now that things have happened, Xingke already feels that everything is fine.

A mere Golden Immortal-level mastermind, even if he reincarnates and rebuilds his body, he can crush her quickly.

There is no need to be as stubborn as now, stepping into the trap forcefully, trying to break the trap and move forward... like some idiot with bulging muscles.

However, the biggest difficulty is-

"I'm not willing to give in. I also want to save face."

Saying such pretentious words, Xingke felt goosebumps all over his body.

Even the little kingfisher in front of him, who had heard him say so many complaints, looked at him with contempt.

As if he felt a little embarrassed, Xingke touched his trouser pocket and finally found out a tiny bit of broken grain left over from grinding wheat, and handed it to the little kingfisher:

"Here, if you eat my food, it means you agree with what I say, understand?"

However, what is surprising is that the little kingfisher with eyes full of contempt actually spoke human words at the next moment:
Chapter completed!