Chronicles Of Primordial Wars (Ch. 271-500)

ch. 477-478

Chapter 477 - Flaming Horn Must Fall!

King City.

The people of King City were completely unprepared for this year’s winter. Even the Yi family had not predicted a disaster of such scale. At most, they predicted the change in weather, that it would snow heavily earlier than usual.

These people had already announced publicly when it would start snowing.

However, no one knew that ‘snowing heavily’ meant a disaster like this one.

Everyone was gloomy the entire day. Outside the city, in the fields, a huge batch of crops had died. Every landowner’s mood was as bad as the snow, causing the slaves to live in fear every day, afraid of being beaten to death or thrown out of the land with one wrong step. Beaten to death was fine, they’d suffer for a while and die. But if they were tossed out, they’d be tortured by the freezing cold. The snow was half a human tall, how would they survive?

The mood within the Golden Grain Fields was similar to a stormy day.

The landowner, Ji Ju, had already raged several times during the past days. All the staff in both high and low ranks walked with lowered heads, making no sound.

Ji Ju’s anger wasn’t really directed at his staff. Although he was also yelling at the weather, the ones he was the angriest at was actually the Yi family.

“A bunch of absolute idiots!”

Slam!

An exquisite, colourful teapot was slammed on the ground. It shattered into pieces. Two bronze trays clattered loudly on the ground.

The several lower-ranked butlers stood outside, legs shaking. They dared not enter so all they could do was watch from outside.

Within the house, the head butler waited till Ji Ju was done with his tantrum then hurried to clean up the mess. There were no lower-ranked staff here, only the head butler worked here. Unless they were given permission, the rest of the lower-ranked butlers had to stay far away.

It was still warm inside, there was a fire burning at the fireplace. Ji Ju sat on a thick fur rug, his legs crossed. He was very upset because another plot of crops died this winter.

He had already made preparations for winter but still, the crops could not survive this extreme cold. How many times has this happened already?

Seven times? Eight times?

In the past, other farms might experience their crops dying during winter but this was rare in Ji Ju’s farm. As long as the farm was prepared for winter, one could prevent his crops from dying. He saw dead crops as mistakes. If you did it right, there would be no mistakes.

Ji Ju had always thought that his farming techniques were immaculate. As for the Thousand Grain Gold, yes he was quite upset that the Flaming Horns harvested them before him but it was only temporary. Yet now, the eighth mistake happened! For a perfectionist like him, how could he stay calm?!

Although it was due to the weather, the consequences were real.

“Useless idiots!” yelled Ji Jue again.

The ‘idiots’ he referred to were the Yi family members. In the past, these people walked around with their chins sticking out at the skies, and now? They couldn’t even answer him when he asked how long this situation would last!

All trash! All of them!

Ji Ju wanted to go talk to the most powerful old man of the Yi family. It was a pity that guy hadn’t taken clients for years. Even if Ji Ju personally visited him, he would not show his face, definitely not conduct a reading.