In the extraordinary world, I can only travel to the world of women

Chapter 221 'The Morality of the Rivers and Lakes'

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 wants to do is 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.

Naturally, the shopkeeper would not stop him.

It's just a pity for the little counting house.

The days without copying books these days are really great!

Although it will be beaten.

But it’s fine if you don’t copy books!
No books all night.

Early the next morning, Fang Xing had breakfast, returned the book to the small accountant, and settled the expenses for the past few days.

When I was planning to buy some snacks to eat on the way and leave after shopping.

Fang Xing discovered one thing.

There are inexplicably many more people wearing obvious signs in the city.

People from a certain martial arts school, a certain sect, a certain family, and people with their business names all stood on the street, as if they were waiting for some order.

These people basically have a unified characteristic, that is, they have all practiced martial arts.

Seeing this situation, Fang Xing thought that 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 at it twice.

After buying the snacks and returning to the inn, Fang Xing gave a piece 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 swallowed it again.

But the matter was still made clear to Fang Xing.

These people are there for 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 catastrophe, are you willing to spend money to save people? !
The shopkeeper didn't explain much.

Just said four words,

【Famous and decent】

Fang Xing nodded.

understood!

These four words are the existence that almost every organized warrior force flaunts.

To put it bluntly, it is fame.

If you have a good reputation, even if you are not powerful enough, others will have to weigh whether it is worth it to move you.

On the other hand, if you have a bad reputation, you may become the first choice for those who want to expand their power at any time.

These four words not only restrain the behavior of most sects, but also become the key straw for ordinary people to obtain benefits during the critical period.

"No wonder even in a garbage place like Sanjuemen, there will be deeds of protecting caravans or cleaning up bandits. '

'I still know too little about the rules of the rivers and lakes. '

'I can't blame the shopkeeper for looking at me with a strange expression. After all, the questions I asked really didn't look like those of a person who walks the rivers and lakes. '

If I want to get more martial arts or information in this world, sooner or later I have to deal with more people from the rivers and lakes.

When you are on the road, you can't just practice hard or brag and chat with others.

Some questions should still 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 small accountant watched Fang Xing leave with his snacks in his arms, until he was far away, then he raised his head and asked his own father:
"father."

"what?"

"Why didn't he go to the northwest? Didn't all martial arts practitioners go there?"

The shopkeeper rubbed the small accountant's head, and said:
"This shows that he has brains and wealth, and he 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 A Niang go?"

The shopkeeper lowered his head, looked at the immature face carved out of the same mold as his own, and directly rubbed the cheeks of the small accountant into a ball.

"Your father doesn't want to go because if your father wants to come out of the rivers and lakes again, he will be beaten to death by A Niang."

"Again."

"Your father can't guarantee that he can practice Dawei Tianlong, and he can't say that he can beat your mother after he has practiced. Why grab 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 will be alive in this snatch.

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 made a move for so many years, and I don't know how much effort he can have after his Dao heart is broken."

The conversation between the two only existed between square inches, and none of the pedestrians coming and going on the street could hear them.

Even the guy serving food 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 on his way to the 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 also a few traveling doctors who are taking the pulse and taking medicine for those who are sick one by one.

If the square didn't come out of the Three Absolute Gates.

I really feel that these decent families are wholeheartedly doing good things for the bottom farmers.

It was the life of working hard in those few years that made him never forget how cruel these Jianghu sects were when harvesting grain every year.

Perhaps 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 the entire province. Even if no statistics were made, everyone knew that the grain harvest in this province was 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 faction from continuing to do good deeds, so it came up with an idea.

Let the sects pay the court.

Then the court gave it to the common people.

In this way, the court won a good reputation without paying money.

Kill two birds with one stone!
I don't know if it's because of the imperial court's actions that disgusted the surrounding sects, and they all wanted to find the Dawei Tianlong Kungfu to add trouble to the emperor.

Anyway, the news from the northwest is that the entire northwest has become a pot of porridge.

A huge number of Jianghu people poured into the northwest.

resulting in the final result.

Just one word.

chaos!
(End of this chapter)