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Chapter 221 ‘The morality of the world’

 Chapter 221 ‘Moral justice in the world’

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.

Of course the shopkeeper won't stop me.

It's just that the small accounting room is a bit regretful.

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 books to the small accountant, and settled the expenses for the past few days.

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.

What is going on in the city?

The shopkeeper looked surprised when he saw that Fang Xing didn't know.

‘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 the square does not come out of the Three Absolute Gates.

Got it!

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.

Fang Xing nodded.

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.

[Famous and upright]

Maybe not every sect is like the Sanjue Sect.

After buying the snacks and returning to the inn, Fang Xing gave one to the small accountant and then asked the shopkeeper.

I don’t care how many masters there will be in this robbery.

While on the way, 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.

If I want to obtain more martial arts or information in this world, I will have to deal with more people in the world sooner or later.

The words are divided into two parts.

"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."

'I still know too little about the rules of Jianghu.'

The little accountant didn't understand. He just thought his father was bragging again, so he rolled his eyes and didn't care.

Information about the heavy rain, or about the northwest, slowly caught up with Fang Xing as he walked south.

"ah?"

Some questions still need to be asked.

I was planning to buy some snacks to eat on the way and leave after buying them.

To put it bluntly, it is reputation.

In this way, the court could gain a good reputation without spending any money.

"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."

The conversation between the two people only lasted a few seconds, and no one walking on the street could hear them.

This group of people went to provide disaster relief.

Then the court gave it to the people.

Even the waiter standing behind them did not hear the conversation between the father and son.

Fang Xing rode his horse and continued heading south.

It really makes you feel that these noble and upright people are wholeheartedly doing good things for these farmers at the lowest level.

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.

The shopkeeper rubbed the little accountant's head and said:

"This shows that they have brains and family background and are unwilling to get involved in such dangerous things."

We continued on our way south, stopping and walking for many days.

Just said four words,

'No wonder even a rubbish place like Sanjuemen has deeds of protecting caravans or cleaning up bandits.'

To put it bluntly, these people don't produce much, and almost all rely on collecting money from ordinary people to support themselves.

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?"

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

He looked Fang Xing up and down, wanted to say something, and then swallowed it.

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.

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."

The court's response was naturally to provide disaster relief and reduce taxes as always.

These four words are what almost every organized warrior force flaunts.

It was the hard working life in those years that made him never forget how brutal these Jianghu sects can be when harvesting food every year.

Fang Xing can understand this answer, but it feels weird!

"Moreover."

In some villages, there are several doctors on foot, checking the pulses of sick people one by one and taking medicine.

As he spoke, the shopkeeper didn't care whether he could get the things or not.

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.

Kill two birds with one stone!

I don’t know if it’s because the imperial court’s actions disgusted the surrounding sects so much that they all wanted to find the powerful Tianlong Kung Fu to trouble the emperor.

Whether it is idle martial arts practitioners or existences such as martial arts sects, they have always stood above ordinary people and exploited them.

Inexplicably, there are many more people wearing obvious signs in the city.

Let the sects contribute money to the court.

In particular, the disaster relief and rescue funds provided by the court must not be suppressed by the so-called Jianghu sects.

Fang Xing said goodbye to the shopkeeper, mounted his horse, turned around and left the inn.

Now that there is a major disaster, are you willing to spend money to save people?!

The shopkeeper didn't explain much.

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.

Fang Xing discovered something.

"Your father can't guarantee that he can practice the mighty Tianlong, and even if he can, he can't say that he can beat your mother. Why are you trying to steal that thing?"

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

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.

"Then can my teacher come back..."

These people basically have one common characteristic, that is, they have all practiced martial arts.

He just didn't want to offend his wife and save himself the trouble of not even having a bed to sleep in when he went back.

Solved the doubts in my heart.

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.

However, the matter was explained clearly to Fang Xing.

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!
Chapter completed!
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