In the capital city of Xingsha Kingdom, Fang Zhuo found an inn that still had rooms and stayed in it. It was said that he was staying in an inn, but in fact he was just finding an uninhabited place to stay and go to and from other places.

When Fang Zhuo came out of the room again, he looked up and saw the bamboo leaf swordsman and Qing Qing, a man in a bamboo hat, "You two..."

"Of course we are staying in the inn that this lady introduced to you. Boy, you owe us a meal, so don't even think about running away!" Qingqing is a talker, while the Bamboo Leaf Swordsman is boring and seldom talks.

"How can that be possible? Hey, don't I live here all the time? Look... this capital is so lively, why don't we go for a stroll?" Asking Fang Zhuo to stay in the room is an absolute no-no.

Unless he is sleeping, he is basically busy the rest of the time.

"Okay! I'm just about to go out! I heard that the night in the capital is also very fun, especially some shady things, which are only sold at night." Qingqing said, then turned and led the way to the stairs of the inn.

Fang Zhuo was curious, what else was illegal in ancient times? Those fake elixirs and poisonous elixirs were openly sold. Is there anything more fake than this?

On the street, there were many fewer vendors at first, perhaps because the vendors during the day had closed their stalls and the vendors at night had not yet gone to work. After walking a few steps, I saw some beggars, holding a leaf from a plant.

People coming and going stretched out their hands, Qingqing glanced at Fang Zhuan, and saw that Fang Zhuan was taking out silver. Whenever a beggar came by, he would take out a piece of broken silver from a cloth bag and put it on a plant leaf.

"Hey! You really have a lot of money! Nowadays, in the capital, there are only two hundred thousand or two hundred thousand beggars like them. No matter how much money you have, it's not enough!" Qing Qing looked at Fang Zhuo's generosity and admired her in her heart.

Yes, among those wealthy dignitaries, who would give money to others? At most, they would give them some rice or a kick.

Fang Zhuan was just about to speak when he looked up and saw in front of him a man wearing a white robe and pink clothes. He was giving porridge to the beggars. When Fang Zhuan was hesitating, that man had already walked up to Fang Zhuan.

He also looked up and saw Fang Zhuan handing out money.

He smiled knowingly with Gu Liang in pink clothes, and the two of them crossed paths. Fang Zhuo continued to hand out money, and Gu Liang continued to serve porridge. What Qing Qing just said was completely ignored, holding her sword and pouting.

Don't think so.

Under the same roof, a woman was arguing with a father and son over the rice porridge they had just received. Looking at the posture, neither father nor son wanted to drink the porridge. Fang Zhuo pulled Qingqing and watched for a while.

"Mom! You can feed it to daddy, or you can eat more. I will never eat the food that comes to you! You are a seven-foot-tall man with hands and feet. I will try again tomorrow. I will definitely find a place to make money to support you!"

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"Bah! Look, you don't have a lot of meat on your body. You have only been able to read since you were a child. If you don't eat, I won't eat either!"

"Sir, Ning'er is a scholar, and those literati are a bit arrogant! If Ning'er doesn't want to eat, you eat your bowl first, and we both force him to eat!"

Fang Zhuo rubbed his chin and continued listening. After this conversation, the relationship between the three people became clear. It turned out that they were a family of three. Their family background should have been good. The young man named Ning'er looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old.

In terms of age, Fang Zhuo is a little bit younger, but the other older middle-aged man still has a lucky look on his face. Next to him is a woman squatting, who should be Ning'er's mother.

"Mom and Dad! Didn't you provide me with education before so that our family could produce a literate person in the future? Now my child is considered a small success. Although he is not a scholar, he is still better than an ordinary person. Tomorrow

I'll look for him again, and someone will definitely hire someone who is a scholar. It's impossible for this world to only recognize martial arts!"

"Look...he was so stubborn after being spoiled since he was a child! Oh!" Ning'er's father sighed as he spoke and stopped talking.

"Master, our family used to be well off, so it's human nature to pamper our children. You also know that the Wu family and the Ma family have more than a dozen children in their families who are all doted on. Their families

He was also kicked out. Look at those dozen children. They are noisy there every day, either crying about being hungry or shouting about being dirty. How can our family Ning'er be so sensible? Ning'er, drink the porridge. Mom supports you.

Let’s find a place to work tomorrow.”

"Mother..." Ning'er's words stopped abruptly, not because he gave in, but because Fang Zhuo came over and without saying anything, he stretched out his hand and gave Ning'er's mother ten taels of silver.

This family is poor in ambition but not poor in ambition. In the past, the family should have been wealthy and had no worries about food and clothing. Now, although they have nothing, the woman can let go of her past status and lower her head to receive the rice porridge from charity. Although Ning'er is stubborn and refuses

Eat the food that comes to you,

But he never gave up making money by himself. Although the father was very hungry, he went hungry with his children in order to let their children eat rice porridge. What would happen if this family had only ten taels of silver? This is

What Fang Zhuo wants to know most.

Ning'er's mother suddenly saw a dozen taels of silver falling into her palm. Her eyes were astonished and she didn't recover for a long time, "Silver...silver!"

The father, who was still angry with his child, raised his head and looked at the ten taels of silver after hearing this, but quickly withdrew his surprised gaze, "Whose silver is it, give it back! I can still make money, just take a sip of the rice porridge given out by charity.

It’s enough to make me live in the shadows for the rest of my life. Did you get this money?”

"That...that person." Ning'er's mother pointed tremblingly at Fang Zhuan who had walked away.

Without waiting for her father to say anything, Ning'er grabbed the money from her mother's hand, stood up and chased Fang Zhuan.

Fang Zhuan gave the money and continued walking without stopping at all. He asked Qingqing and Bamboo Leaf Swordsman to help see the family's reaction. He felt that he had gone far enough, and just when he was about to turn around and go back, a young man's voice came from behind him.

The voice said, "Master, please stay."

Fang Zhuo looked back and said, "Haha, even if you don't eat rice porridge, you still have the strength to stand up. You are not as weak as you look!"

"Young master, are you mocking me, Fu Pingning?" Ning'er looked serious, walked up to Fang Zhuan, stretched out her hand and threw ten taels of silver to Fang Zhuan, "I, Fu Pingning, don't eat the food I brought to you, let alone take the young master's for nothing.

Money! Uh... But if the young master needs an assistant, Ping Ning is willing to help."

"Assistant? You have already returned the money to me, and then you asked me if I want an assistant. What if I don't lack assistants?"

"In that case... in that case, Ping Ning is disturbing me! If the young master is in need, please give Ping Ning a chance. Ping Ning is not that talented in reciting poems and writing poems, but he can write and carve bamboo for the young master. Ping Ning thinks he is good at it."

Fu Pingning said and bowed his hands to Fang Zhuan.

Fang Zhuo weighed the money in his hand, "Where are your family from?"

"Uh... Pingning's family used to be from Shanghe County, uh... now... they live under someone else's roof temporarily." Although it was difficult for Fu Pingning to say it, the fact was that he had to stutter out the truth.

"I only ask you two questions. People are divided into good and bad, and they are also divided into enemies and friends. Do you consider yourself good or bad, or do you consider yourself an enemy?" Fang Zhuo asked this question because of his identity and position. He was the one who made Fu Pingning's family homeless.

The originator of the streets,

But Fang Zhuo looked at the people begging so much and thought he had done nothing wrong. If the Ling'an Kingdom was defeated and the five hundred miles of the border were occupied by Jin Qi and Xingsha, the people of the Ling'an Kingdom would be even more miserable than they were, and they might even be dead.

life.

"Young master, where do you say this? People are divided into good and evil, and their minds are divided into black and white. Good things are not necessarily really good, and evil things are not necessarily really evil. There are no absolutes in worldly affairs, and the distinction between black and white is even more difficult to distinguish. They have different standpoints and treat things differently.

Everything has a cause and effect, and it is not possible for one person to say right and wrong with just one word."

"Okay!" Fang Zhuan was a little drunk for this ambiguous answer, but Ping Ning could say this, and it can be seen that he has his own way of judging some things. Although it is not clear yet, as long as he gives a little guidance in the future, it should be

Can understand his own life ruler.

"Dare you ask me, sir, the second question is..."

"Haha, I'm afraid you can't answer the second question by yourself." Fang Zhuo said and turned back to where Pingning's parents were.

"I wonder what your question is, sir? Why can't Pingning alone answer the question?" Fu Pingning was puzzled. Seeing Fang Zhuo turn back and walk back, he was no longer anxious.

"Go and ask your parents if they are willing to move to Hejian County or Hekou County!"

"Ah?! Those two county towns are now also occupied by Ling'an Kingdom. Go there..." Fu Pingning said this, with some speculation in his heart, but now he was in the capital, surrounded by people from the Xingsha Kingdom.

How could the Fang Zhuan in front of him be from Ling'an Kingdom? This bold guess made Fu Pingning freeze on the spot.

"Whether you go or not, there is always a saying. If you stay here, you will only live your life in confusion. If you go there, if you work hard and diligently, you will achieve something."

"Okay! I'll go! Just...please wait a moment, young master, until Pingning informs his parents." After talking to Fang Zhuo, seeing that Fang Zhuo had no intention of moving, Fu Pingning immediately trotted back.

"What did you say? Ning'er, are you suffering from an evil disease?" Fu Pingning only said that he was going to live in Hejian County and nothing else. His father was a little excited and thought Fu Pingning was ill.

, everyone knows that Hejian County and Hekou County are both occupied by the Ling'an Kingdom. It doesn't matter whether you are seeking death if you go there, but just stepping into it is considered treason.

"Dad, people in Jianghu don't care about national boundaries. I am a scholar. I only know how to write and write. I will try my best to make the world peaceful. If... Ling'an country can make the world peaceful and the people will no longer suffer. My child is willing to do it.

He has contributed a lot. Furthermore, the cause and effect of this war are well known to the people of Xingsha Kingdom. It was Xingsha who started the war first.

, now that the army was defeated and Ling'an counterattacked, the initiator should be Xingsha. There is a cause and an effect. We cannot look at Ling'an country with hatred. Moreover, Ling'an country captured our homeland and only took away our money and did not harm us.

Our lives show that there is a wise king in charge of Ling'an State. If you have this idea, please ask your parents to help you!"

Fu Pingning spoke in a low voice, but there were many people nearby and they were almost all close to each other. After some words, some people gathered around him one after another.

Fu Pingning's father was about to speak when he looked up and saw a crowd gathered around him. He looked around and swallowed what he wanted to say. His father didn't speak, but that didn't mean that others didn't speak. He looked like a scholar.

The middle-aged man came over and said, "Little friend, I don't know why you say you want to go to the river?"

"Uh...this..." Fu Pingning knelt down to talk to his parents before. When someone next to him asked him about it, he raised his head and looked around, "I have been waiting in the capital for many days, and the royal family

Not a single grain of rice has been harvested, only some kind-hearted people gave alms. Now so many people are homeless and lack food and clothing. If this continues, those kind-hearted people will not be able to survive for long. If they continue to hope that Xingsha Kingdom will do something, hey! Maybe

Looking forward to another fearless war, those Jiang

The Lakers gathered here precisely because of the heroic message sent by the prince. If the Jianghu people really intervene in the national war, then the Jianghu people from other countries will also participate. By then, a bigger war will be staged. Aren't we the common people who will suffer?

sand

The royal family of our country doesn’t care about our life and death at all, so why should we live here?! The Ling’an Kingdom attacked the city without killing us, which shows that they have a wise king in charge. Alas! I didn’t notice it at the beginning, but now I can compare the advantages and disadvantages.

point."

Fu Pingning talked more, maybe because he wanted to explain, or maybe it was a common problem among literati. As soon as he opened his mouth, he talked endlessly. There were more and more people around. Fang Zhuo felt that he had made a mistake at this time. He didn't want to stop at this time.
Chapter completed!