Chapter 45 - 45
A pile of trembling people were squeezed in front of him... ah no, not people, they were demons. Although, just by looking at their appearance, there wasn't much of a difference.
The one in front shook with fear. "We usually just ... steal some small trinkets from the human world and take it back to exchange for some things."
The demonic race didn't have a common currency and mostly bartered. If something looked pleasing to the eye then they'd exchange for it—if not, then they would leave it. As for the demon race's level of craftsmanship and art, a piece of ordinary embroidery was equivalent to high-quality handiwork, so the various little trinkets of the human world were enthusiastically received. The things of least value were the various special crystals that were thought to be tacky and omnipresent in the demon world.
But what the demon world considered tacky and omnipresent was well received in the human world!
Shen Qingqiu snapped closed his fan. He said seriously, "This poor, remote, godforsaken place, producing ability is backward, the economy is not flourishing, and the people's happiness is lower than the average level. Despite this, you take advantage of others' misfortune and commit thievery—truly, this is something that should not be done."
The little demon was greatly confused.
How come he remembered when he was captured, this... great person was also in the middle of stealing... ah no, borrowing some clothes to wear?
And this folding fan that was happily waved around was the same.
Shen Qingqiu thought, I was forced by the circumstances—surely he should not have to keep wearing clothes dug from the ground, wandering around like a savage?
But this opened up a new avenue of thought. If you can give the little demons, previously only petty thieves, a means to acquire these small goods, could this possibly set up a prosperous and peaceful farming community, giving them new ground in a society based around cultivators fighting demons?
Shen Qingqiu, like an irresponsible YY novel character, thought that if he were to take some underlings under his wing, then he must first understand the opposing side's life. He asked amiably, "Do you eat rotten flesh?"