Chapter 1247: Decline in merit and setbacks in disaster relief!
"Go for it!"
Chen Yinglong waved his hand, and the new face was completely wiped away.
Afterwards, Faceless Wuduo knelt on the ground stiffly, then turned around and flew out of the hall, disappearing without a trace!
Youzhou.
The dog man came out of the tent and slapped a big white bear dog that came forward and flew it away. The big white bear dog ran away with its tail between its legs with an "ouch".
If he hadn't heard that this was Yang Fan's dog, he would have torn it apart with one claw.
"What kind of dog dares to covet your body?"
Mr. Gou snorted coldly and went straight into the Fangshan camp.
The camp that accommodates millions of people is almost comparable to a huge city. Fortunately, Youzhou has a vast territory and is quite remote, so it can still accommodate it.
Everyone here has been registered and is in the civil register.
Only Bai Zhushan and Fang Xiaoyi have obtained the status of quasi-superior citizens. Only after the border residents have been relocated and the border annexation has been officially completed, can they be officially recognized as subjects of the Ming Dynasty!
The rest, even the blood relatives of the high-level officials in Fangshan Realm, as well as the powerful men who have entered the divine realm, have been given partial preferential treatment, and their identities are still subordinates!
Only by making meritorious deeds can change be possible!
With recent operations, order has been restored here, and various businesses have been developed.
There are even occasional merchants and wealthy children from nearby cities.
Most of them are pictures of strange things.
Buy some specialties and taste the cultural customs of this Fangshan world.
Of course, under Yang Fan's order, the external business transactions here, that is, when dealing with the people of the Ming Dynasty, were not money, but merit points.
The people of the Ming Dynasty can take their silver money to the West Factory to exchange for merit points and spend them with merit points, while the people of Fangshan can also obtain merit points by selling their own labor.
The reason for this is naturally to firmly grasp the power to define meritorious deeds and prevent anyone from
Quickly advance to the status of a citizen with money!
According to Yang Fan's calibration, one thousand merit points is converted into a small amount of merit, and one merit point is clearly priced at one tael of silver, which is one thousand taels of silver and one small amount of merit!
If we just talk about the status of a superior, it requires at least one thousand great merits, which is one million small merits.
If calculated in this way, it would be one billion taels of silver!
That’s 100 million gold!
The level of black-heartedness is simply outrageous.
Not to mention the people of Fangshan, even the wealthy businessmen of the Ming Dynasty would find it difficult to do this.
Therefore, I am afraid that for a long period of time, no one will be able to advance to the rank of superior citizen with money.
This also makes Yang Fan regret every time he thinks about the extra zero hour he added because of greed.
What a great way to make money, but I ruined it myself.
Of course, Yang Fan, whose heart was bleeding, also kept comforting himself. He raised the threshold, which would also be good for the future. He should take a long-term view and would rather lack than waste...
The people of Fangshan, who were deprived of financial rights, could only hold meritorious deeds, so their original gold and silver dollar trading system basically collapsed completely.
Although some people are resentful in their hearts, they show positive support on the surface.
Yang Fan took the opportunity to recruit a lot of laborers with merit points, and carried out large-scale construction projects within the boundaries of Youzhou, building cities, constructing water conservancy projects, and cultivating farmland.
Through many projects, a large amount of merit points are invested in the private sector.
Youzhou has already been hit by the disaster, and with these hundreds of thousands of nearly free laborers, when the weather improves next year and these projects are completely completed, the situation will be completely alleviated.
For a time, Yang Fan's reputation in Youzhou grew louder and louder.
Buddha is born in thousands of families, and almost everyone worships him.
The power of merit surged from the entire land of Youzhou like a tide, making the golden Buddha in his body shine brighter and brighter, so much so that he felt like a golden glow appeared on the surface of his skin.
The most gratifying thing is that the "all leaks" finally started to move, and the growth rate accelerated significantly.
According to Yang Fan's estimation, according to the rate of growth of merit, if this continues for a while, it may not be possible for his magical powers to be perfected and a Buddhist treasure to be evolved.
However, at noon this day.
After processing a transaction to exchange merit points, Yang Fan suddenly frowned.
"Um?"
"Why is there another decline in merit?"
During this period of disaster relief, with the gratitude of the people, a large amount of merit came, but in recent days, he found that the power of merit often waxed and waned.
Especially in the morning, noon and evening, this trend becomes more and more obvious.
It even vaguely affected the progress of his magical powers. He frowned, stood up and left the tent.
When he passed by Fangshan Camp, it was extremely lively inside. During the day, most of the people here were women, while the men either joined the army for training or were sent out by him.
As the only two prospective superiors, Bai Zhushan and Fang Xiaoyi were naturally sent out to supervise the work.
He believed that the two of them would do a better job than him in supervising the work.
And Yang Fan also saw Master Gou.
This time, Master Gou handed over the money he had worked so hard to accumulate in his hands, in exchange for one million merit points, and successfully became the richest man in the entire Fangshan camp.
Wherever you go, you are the center of attention.
Some of the Fangshan girls who sell their erotic skills have temperaments like those of the Jixi girls. They don't mind the so-called racial differences, so they naturally greet Mr. Gou actively.
How did Master Gou gain such enthusiasm?
Without Mrs. Bones by his side, he naturally lost his temper. In a short period of time, his strong body became a little weak.
Out of the camp.
Yang Fan's figure flashed and he entered the nearest town.
Noon is the time to put out food and serve porridge.
As for giving porridge, Yang Fan actually didn't want to do that.
According to his original plan, he would directly distribute food and provide relief to the victims.
However, something went wrong during this period. Not only ordinary people pretended to be victims of the disaster and came to collect it, but even some people from well-off families came to claim it, causing the real victims to feel resentful.
At Zheng Weinian's suggestion, he chose to open a porridge factory instead of raising grain.
However, the sudden decline in the power of merit this time made him realize that something might have gone wrong.
Sure enough, he discovered a problem as soon as he came here.
Although the victims lined up to receive the porridge, the porridge was clearly difficult to swallow.
Because the porridge is surprisingly mixed with sand!
And the source is none other than those dozen steaming cauldrons for cooking porridge!
A guard from the West Factory, when the porridge was almost ready, almost threw a handful of sand into it in front of everyone!
"this!"
Yang Fan's face turned cold.
He would never have thought that while he was distributing food to provide disaster relief, there would be people doing such tricks underneath him!
However, he did not show up, but turned around and headed to other porridge restaurants.
Walk around the whole town.
Three porridge restaurants, without exception!
Even the nearby towns are the same!
"Damn thing, you actually played tricks on me!"
All the Xichang factory guards who were stationed at the porridge and were in charge of supervision had such identical tactics that Yang Fan couldn't help but see an uncontrollable murderous intent in his eyes!