Madmen Do Not Write Diaries

Consequently, everyone said he was brain-damaged. But Feng Xiuhu didn't accept that; he felt it was the world that was broken. After all, how could this be reasonable? Commoners scrambled and fought to be beasts of burden, while the low-born worked themselves to death like livestock. The nobles' mouths dripped with grease, yet they still wanted more, while the immortals sat high upon their temple pedestals, enjoying the fruits of others' labor. Therefore, Feng Xiuhu was working hard to adapt. By that, I mean he was working hard to make the world adapt to him.