After heavy rain, there will be floods, and after major disasters, there will be major epidemics. This is a truth that has been summed up with human lives over the years.
What Fang Xing wanted to do was to leave as soon as possible.
Having made up his mind, Fang Xing told the shopkeeper to check out early tomorrow morning and continue on his way.
Of course the shopkeeper wouldn't stop him.
It's just a pity for the little counting house.
It’s so nice to have no books to copy these days!
Although he will be beaten.
But just don’t copy the book!
A night without books.
Early the next morning, Fang Xing had breakfast, returned the book to the small accountant, and settled the expenses for the past few days.
I was planning to buy some snacks to eat on the way and leave after buying them.
Fang Xing discovered something.
There are inexplicably many more people wearing obvious signs in the city.
There were people from a certain martial arts school, a certain sect, a certain family, and people with business names, all standing on the street, as if waiting for some order.
These people basically have one unified characteristic, that is, they have all practiced martial arts.
Seeing this situation, Fang Xing thought there was going to be a turf war here!
But the pedestrians on the road didn't take it seriously and didn't even look twice.
After buying the snacks and returning to the inn, Fang Xing gave one to the small accountant and then asked the shopkeeper.
What is going on in the city?
The shopkeeper looked surprised when Fang Xing didn't know.
He looked Fang Xing up and down, wanted to say something, and then swallowed it.
However, the matter was explained clearly to Fang Xing.
This group of people went to provide disaster relief.
Fang Xing can understand this answer, but it feels weird!
Whether they are idle martial arts practitioners or existences such as martial arts sects, they have always stood above ordinary people and exploited them.
To put it bluntly, these people don't produce much, and almost all rely on collecting money from ordinary people to support themselves.
Now that there is a major disaster, are you willing to spend money to save people? !
The shopkeeper didn't explain much.
Just said four words,
[Famous and upright]
Fang Xing nodded.
understood!
These four words are what almost every organized warrior force flaunts.
To put it bluntly, it is reputation.
With a good reputation, even if you are not powerful enough, others will still have to consider whether it is worth it to touch you.
On the other hand, if you have a bad reputation, you may become the first choice target for those who want to expand their power at any time.
These four words not only restrict the behavior of most sects, but also become the key straw for ordinary people to obtain benefits during critical periods.
'No wonder even a rubbish place like Sanjuemen has deeds of protecting caravans or cleaning up bandits. '
'I still know too little about the rules of Jianghu. '
'I can't blame the shopkeeper for why he looked at me with a strange expression. After all, the questions I asked really didn't sound like they were asked by a wandering man. '
If I want to obtain more martial arts or information in this world, sooner or later I will have to deal with more people in the world.
When you're on the road, you can't just practice hard or brag and chat with others.
Some questions still need to be asked.
Solved the doubts in my heart.
Fang Xing said goodbye to the shopkeeper, mounted his horse, turned around and left the inn.
The little accountant watched Fang Xing leave with some snacks in his arms. It wasn't until he was far away that he raised his head and asked his own father:
"father."
"ah?"
"Why didn't he go to the northwest? Aren't all the martial arts practitioners going there?"
The shopkeeper rubbed the little accountant's head and said:
"This shows that this person has brains and family background and is unwilling to get involved in such a dangerous matter."
The little accountant nodded, took a bite of the snack in his hand, tilted his head and asked again:
"Then why don't you go because you can't let me and my mother go?"
The shopkeeper lowered his head, looked at the young face carved in the same mold as his own, and directly started to knead the little accountant's cheeks into a ball.
"Your father doesn't want to go because if your father wants to come back to the world, he will be beaten to death by my mother-in-law."
"Besides."
"Your father can't guarantee that he can practice the mighty Tianlong. Even after he has practiced, he can't say that he can beat your mother. Why are you trying to steal that thing?"
As he spoke, the shopkeeper didn't care whether he could get the thing or not.
I don’t care how many masters there will be in this robbery.
He just didn't want to offend his wife and save himself the trouble of not even having a bed to sleep on when he went back.
The little accountant didn't understand. He just felt that his father was bragging again, so he rolled his eyes and didn't care.
"Then can my teacher come back..."
"Look, after all, your teacher hasn't taken action for so many years. I don't know how much more effort he can have after his heart is broken."
The conversation between the two only lasted a few seconds, and no one walking on the street could hear them.
Even the waiter standing behind them didn't hear the conversation between the father and son.
The words are divided into two parts.
Fang Xing rode his horse and continued heading south.
While rushing on the road, I did see that as the shopkeeper said, many Jianghu forces were sending some rice and flour to the farmers who were affected by the disaster.
In some villages, there are several doctors on foot, checking the pulses of sick people one by one and taking medicine.
If the square does not come out of the Three Jue Gate.
It really feels like these decent people from well-known families are wholeheartedly doing good things for these farmers at the lowest level.
It was the hard working life in those years that made him never forget how brutal these Jianghu sects could be when harvesting food every year.
Maybe not every sect is like the Sanjue Sect.
However, for ordinary people who have no ability to resist, getting a piece of food after the disaster seems to be enough to offset the hard work of being exploited over the years.
We continued on our way south, stopping and walking for many days.
Information about the heavy rain or the northwest slowly caught up with Fang Xing as he walked south.
This heavy rain covered a huge area, directly covering an entire province. Even without any statistics, everyone knew that the food harvest in this province had been exhausted.
The reaction given by the court was naturally to choose disaster relief and reduce taxes as always.
In particular, the disaster relief and rescue funds provided by the court must not be suppressed by the so-called Jianghu sects.
The imperial court was unwilling to spend so much money and could not prohibit the Jianghu sect from continuing to do good deeds, so it came up with an idea.
Let the sects pay money to the court.
Then the court gave it to the people.
In this way, the imperial court gained a good reputation without paying any money.
Kill two birds with one stone!
I don’t know if it’s because the court’s actions disgusted the surrounding sects, and they all wanted to find the powerful Tianlong Kung Fu to trouble the emperor.
Anyway, the news coming from the northwest is that the entire northwest has become a pot of porridge.
A huge number of Jianghu people poured into the northwest.
the final result.
Just one word.
chaos!
(End of chapter)
