Jing Xiuyun said: "Deacon Zhao and I are just speaking on behalf of ourselves, so we may not be able to do this job. But when Mr. Fang comes forward, he represents all the deacons, the deacon hall, the guard hall, and even all the people who guard the hall."
Guardian! This is different, do you understand?"
Cripple Hong Er was enlightened: "I understand, I understand."
But then he frowned and felt melancholy: "But how do I go to find Mr. Fang? What reason do I use to go to Mr. Fang? Hey..."
"Just go find it!"
Zhao Ying'er said: "Especially after what happened to Tang Zheng and his wife not long ago, it has always been a regret in Mr. Fang's heart; if you go to find him because of marriage problems at this time, he will not refuse."
Jing Xiuyun couldn't help but nodded in agreement: "Yes."
Cripple Hong Er was still a little scared and said hesitantly: "Then I...think about it...think about it..."
Sighing, I am still timid.
Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Ying'er ignored him and ate their own fruit plates, paying attention to the Ning family compound below.
Cripple Hong Er sighed for a while, then seemed to have figured it out, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, making up his mind.
So he started to eat too, and he ate very quickly, as if he was grabbing the food. He stuffed it into his mouth like a starving ghost reincarnated.
Boom, boom, boom...
The two women looked sideways: Is this guy crazy? Didn’t he agree to treat us to food?
After a while, Hong Erzi said: "Today is almost over, let's go find a place to eat? Come back in the afternoon."
"Huh?" Jing Xiuyun raised his head and rolled his eyes.
"As for the expenses of today's teahouse, the three of us can pool it together. I'll pay half, and you two can jointly pay half."
Hong Er laizi said.
Zhao Yinger was stunned and stunned.
The two of them helped him point out a clear path. It seems that this guy has made up his mind.
This guy felt that he had found a solution and no longer needed the two of him, but then he changed his face.
No more treats!
Jing Xiuyun's face suddenly turned red with anger, and he said calmly: "I'm asking! Hong'er lame, wait, if I let you find a wife in this life, my surname will not be Jing! I will go to Sister Qin immediately to tell you
You teased me, and then went to Mr. Fang and said that your bad moral character had made the widow pregnant and threatened others..."
Cripple Hong Er's face suddenly turned pale: "Sister!..."
"You wait!"
Jing Xiuyun slapped the table and stood up, saying: "Boss, pay!"
Plop!
Cripple Hong Er knelt down straight and begged: "Sister, you are my biological sister...I beg! I beg! I beg!"
"I don't mind your invitation! Sister has a lot of money! I can use your three melons and two dates!"
"Don't, don't..."
Cripple Hong Er was almost in tears. Who would have thought that his habitual behavior would have such big consequences.
"Sister, I will also invite you tomorrow! My brother is wrong, I am an idiot, please don't be as knowledgeable as me, sister."
Cripple Hong Er begged with tears and runny noses.
If Jing Xiuyun complained like this, given Mr. Fang's temper, Mr. Fang would probably castrate himself, let alone find a wife to enter the bridal chamber.
Jing Xiuyun said angrily: "Unless it takes a month, besides, Ying'er and I both like to use Tiangong Shop's rouge and gouache, two sets each. Besides, my brother-in-law likes to drink a few jars of Tie Xue Tai Fifty Years...
…”
If you seize the opportunity, then kill him to death. Let's see if this guy dares to do it again.
Zhao Ying'er pursed her lips to hold back her laughter. Watching Jing Xiuyun discipline Hong Er, she just felt that it was too much fun.
"Tiangongpuzi Iron Blood Platform... Just kill me!"
Cripple Hong Er knelt on the ground helplessly, his eyes glazed over.
"Humph, I made you feel stupid! I really thought I couldn't cure you!" Jing Xiuyun's face was as cold as frost.
At this time the boss came in: "Who calls the checkout?"
"I, I, I..."
Cripple Hong Er jumped up, pulled the boss and went out: "As a man, of course I pay the bill. There is no reason for a woman to pay when I go out with a lady. Boss, do you think so... Can the boss give me a discount...
…”
In the room, Zhao Ying'er couldn't help laughing: "Sister Xiuyun, you still know how to do it!"
Jing Xiuyun whispered: "To deal with this kind of bitch, we must find something to do with him. He will get married in the future. If he acts like a bitch again, we will go to his house and tell Sister Fang that he raised the child..."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Zhao Ying'er laughed for a while, then hesitantly said in a low voice: "I always feel that it is a bit inappropriate for Sister Fang to do this?"
Jing Xiuyun: "What's inappropriate?"
"It's a bit... you're being suspected of that..." Zhao Ying'er said embarrassedly.
"I know what you mean, and I understand it. But...sister, you don't know the suffering of women. Especially this kind of woman who can't live independently but still carries the name of a hero's widow..."
Jing Xiuyun sighed deeply: "Sister, it's really difficult for Sister Fang... Her late husband was a hero. I can't live on by myself. I can't embarrass my late husband and come to guard the hall every day to ask for subsidies. But I can't live with my children. The children
I also have some martial arts qualifications. If I can’t raise my children, support my family, or provide good conditions for my children, I will be scolded by others... People’s words are terrible.”
"Do you think she really doesn't want to marry Cripple Hong Er? She wants it more than anyone else; but no matter what, there must be an opportunity and a reason, otherwise, just the tongues of people around her can crush her to death. She is sneaking around now
, but after all, she is still the daughter-in-law of the Huang family. She accepts financial support from Hong'er Crips for life and children. Even if everyone has an opinion, they will not express it openly. They must express their understanding. After all, she is still guarding the Huang family. But marrying blatantly is another matter.
One thing..."
"It's hard to be a woman, it's even harder to be a widow, it's even harder to be a widow with children, it's even harder to be a heroic widow with children..."
Jing Xiuyun sighed deeply and said sincerely: "Ying'er, sometimes, a thousand reasons and universal morality cannot measure a woman's suffering; without the suffering of others..."
…
Fang Che is studying the God Fusion Pill that Xue Fuxiao gave him.
When Xue Fuxiao was delivered, he said that it was given to him by Dongfang Sansan; and when taking it, he used his divine consciousness to wrap the divine phaseless jade, and then let the God Fusion Pill slowly fuse with the divine nature. He also said that this process would take at least three days.
However, there is a restriction for taking the Fusion of God Pill, which is King level six.
But now he is already at the peak of fifth grade.
If you take it now, Fang Che thinks there won't be much of a problem, right?
After thinking about it, I decided to press this idea and continue to accumulate cloud energy. It is estimated that the sixth level is only three to five days away. No matter how urgent it is, there is no rush in these few days.
What's strange about him now is...
The Southeast War has come to an end, why haven't Old Man Shen and others, Song Yidao, Fan Tiantiao and others returned?
And there was no news coming back.
After thinking about it, he had to check some information. He pushed open the office door and shouted, "Tang Zheng! Put that..."
Outside, dozens of people's eyes turned around in unison.
Be silent.
Fang Che himself was stunned for a moment, and then sighed, his eyes darkening.
Tang Zheng... is dead, and he will never respond to his orders again.
An inexplicable sadness rose from the bottom of his heart, and Fang Che suddenly felt a powerful anger rising at the same time.
Yelled loudly.
"Go all! The investigation files! The previous files! Move them in, separate them; compare them, check for differences! Speed!"
There was a roar and everyone moved together.
He didn't even dare to look at Mr. Fang's livid face.
It seems that Mr. Fang’s eyes are red...
…
Then Fang Che started to look through the files continuously. After this period of investigation, a new file was formed, and then he opened the old one and started to compare it to see if there were any differences.
The entire remaining staff in the guard hall and deacon hall were accompanying me to dig through the process.
Unable to find the dream demon, Fang Che always felt that there was a fire in his heart that could not be extinguished, and it was burning stronger and stronger.
Although he killed a clone of the Dream Demon, Fang Che still couldn't get rid of his hatred. Even if the Dream Demon died a hundred times due to Tang Zheng's hatred, Fang Che would still feel angry.
Tang Zheng was a small person, and when Fang Che came to guard the main hall at the beginning, Tang Zheng was flirting with others, pretending to be powerful, and cheating...
But step by step, I changed, I was touched, I was inspired, I started to work hard, I started to improve, I started to take responsibility, I started to transform into a qualified fighter... I even became a qualified guardian, or even a guardian!
From him, Fang Che saw too much hope and too much emotion.
However, as soon as he took the right path, he died before he had time to play his role and before he had time to move forward.
This made Fang Che feel particularly angry.
And there is also a kind of sadness.
I have seen too many people slowly degenerating from the ranks of fighters, slowly becoming fearful, shrinking, following the crowd, and drifting away...
There are too few such counter-trends.
What a shame!
Fang Che checked the files of each household.
Then put some of the strange ones together separately.
Everyone did the same thing.
After such a detailed investigation, everyone suddenly discovered one thing: This is wrong, why are there so many in Beicheng?
Those with unusual problems are basically in Beicheng.
And when things go wrong during this period, they mostly happen in Beicheng.
Fang Che frowned more and more, and suddenly patted the file with his hand: "This, pause. What is so special about the North City of Baiyun Continent?"
This question needs to be answered by those old deacons.
"The North City of Baiyunzhou has always been a wealthy area; moreover, it is a new area. The North City was expanded outside in the 400th year."
"At that time, the small county town outside Beicheng, called Beizhou, was becoming more and more prosperous; the population was increasing, and various large markets began to gather, and then their influence became greater and greater; and in the suburbs outside the city wall, once something happened, it would be
Big problem."
"So at that time, we simply sent a package, demolished the original city wall, and enclosed Beizhou and an empty area according to the even distribution of the four directions."
"Many of the buildings in Beicheng are no more than a thousand years old."
"And there are so many rich people, wealthy families, and century-old shops in Beicheng!"
"There are many influential people in Baiyun Continent, and they basically live in Beicheng."
"Beicheng is extremely close to the Demon God Mountain."
"..."
"stop!"
Fang Che waved his hand and murmured: "Beicheng is extremely close across the mountains outside..."
I remembered that there are mountains in the east, west, and south directions, but they all take a while to travel. Only Beicheng, about a hundred miles outside the city, is the Demon Mountain.
Then further north, there are rolling mountains and boundless jungles.
His eyes became brighter and brighter.
Because he remembered something Mu Linyuan once said.
"There are many hidden piles that have been lurking all year round, and they have become century-old shops."
Fang Che's eyes flickered. If he calculated it this way, how many hidden stakes did the Divine Sect have in Baiyun Continent that day?
How powerful will the secret stake supported by the power of the Celestial Sect become?
How deep-rooted is it?
One hundred years? Two hundred years? Or more?
So……
Fang Che brought a map over and, in full view of everyone, circled a large area of North City outside the Zhongcheng area.
"Focus on this area."
"Focus on checking the rich!"
"Hundred-year-old families, century-old stores, various long-lasting old stores, old rich men, and wealthy people!"
"yes."
Everyone started busy again.
Fang Che, on the other hand, used his brain and carefully checked every piece of comparative information he picked out.
Then he discovered that there were quite a few.
All of them are rich people, all of them are big families that are over a hundred years old. They are either chaebol families or warrior families. Among them, there are actually forty or fifty families at the eighth and ninth levels, nine warrior families at the seventh level, and millennium families at the sixth level.
There are also three.
As for the centuries-old shops with various unique secret recipes, there are more than 200.
"There are so many rich people!"
Fang Che issued the first order: "First check the number of natural and man-made disasters and the number of donations. Make a ranking list."
Everyone's eyes lit up.
If you are a self-righteous person, I am afraid that you are not willing to donate money to the ordinary people of Baiyun Continent. It is appropriate to start from this point.
But Fang Che knew that it might not be effective.
For example, Tianxia Escort Bureau, Zheng Yunqi and others also donated a lot...
But he really didn't have any clue, so he could only look for a needle in a haystack.
…
Currently busy...
Jing Xiuyun and three others are back.
"How's it going? Have you found anything?" Fang Che asked.
"Everything is as usual. The Ning Family Courtyard and other companies seem to feel a little different, but we still need to observe and confirm." Zhao Ying'er thought about it and couldn't say anything to confirm the suspicion.
Because... there is no evidence, and there is no any abnormality. The door is just closed.
And there are simply too many such families.
"good."
Fang Che didn't expect them either, he just made a routine inquiry.
"Cripple Hong Er said something happened and he asked for your help." Jing Xiuyun chuckled.
Then he took Zhao Ying'er and ran away.
"kindness?"
Fang Che turned his head and frowned at the cripple Hong Er who looked embarrassed and felt weak all over.
This bitch is trembling. Can you ask me for help?
Cripple Hong Er didn't know what was going on. When he saw Fang Che, he instinctively trembled all over, and then his face hurt, his buttocks hurt, and his head hurt... It was as if the violent beatings of the storm were coming again.
A conditioned reflex has been formed: I am afraid when I see Fang Che.
Even if you haven't made any mistakes, even if you have made great achievements, this is the case.
"What's wrong with you?" Fang Che asked in a bad mood, with sharp eyes and a serious face.
"Mr. Fang, I, I, I..."
At this moment, Cripple Hong Er panicked when he saw Fang Che's cold eyes. He was originally thinking, 'It's not an itchy butt to be beaten every time I see Mr. Fang', but when his mind went blank, he said without hesitation:
"...My butt is itchy again..."
Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Yinger, who had just taken a few steps, paused, almost unable to believe their ears.
There was a bang.
Cripple Hong Er was kicked out, and then kicked three times in a row, turning him into a trapeze artist.
"It turns out you had an itchy butt and asked me for help."
Fang Che waved his hand, sucked Hong Er back in, and kicked him away again: "I'm good at this!"
"There is actually such a request!"
"Bitch!"
Mr. Fang kicked the ball back and forth for more than a dozen times before sucking Hong Er lame back: "Is that enough?"
"Enough...thank you Mr. Fang..."
Cripple Hong Er almost fell apart after being kicked.
"You're welcome. If you need help in the future, you can come to me. I'll be happy to help you."
The entire deacon hall burst into laughter.
Everyone, including Fang Che, understood that Cripple Hong Er was probably frightened into talking nonsense, but everyone was still happy to see this bitch get beaten.
Fang Che doesn't mind having an addiction to beating people.
Only then did Cripple Hong realize: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang... This is not what I'm asking you for help with..."
"What's that about?"
"Can you lend me a moment to speak, Mr. Fang?"
The second lame man said pleadingly.
Fang Che looked at him suspiciously, then looked at Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Yinger, who were smiling furtively in the distance like two little foxes who had stolen a chicken, and said, "Then come in and talk."
"Okay."
Cripple Hong Er rubbed his buttocks and happily followed Mr. Fang into the office.
"Bitch! You're begging to be beaten and you're so happy."
Yun Jianqiu said with infinite schadenfreude.
The whole crowd burst into laughter.
Close the door.
Laughter is locked out.
Cripple Hong Er was squirming and stammering, telling his appeal.
"That's it?"
Fang Che really didn't feel anything.
He has never objected to staying together forever, but if her husband sacrificed his life for the mainland, should his wife die alone?
That is really unfair and miserable.
What's more, you still have a child and live alone and helpless in this world?
"That's it, Mr. Fang, do you see it?"
Cripple Hong Er asked hopefully.
"It's not a big deal. I'll think about it."
"Thank you, Mr. Fang."
"Well, you can go out."
Fang Che was thinking about other things and frowned.
Cripple Hong Er didn't dare to disturb him, so he bowed and stepped back, then gently closed the door.
…
The incident of Hong Er lame obviously touched Fang Che's mind.
Fang Che was thinking about the deacons who died guarding the main hall, how are their families doing now? What's the point of guarding the main hall?
Can you survive the day?
Then Fang Che called Jing Xiuyun in again and asked.
"Family? Widow?"
Jing Xiuyun was stunned for a moment and said: "The guards who guard the main hall receive pensions every year, and funds are also allocated from above. However, the money and resources are not much; anyway, you can't survive on these alone."
"What a shame for a hero."
Fang Che said: "Then you issue a notice. If you have nothing to do during this time, I will be guarding the hall. In my own name, I will invite all the family members of the personnel guarding the hall, including logistics and finance... all family members, including those who have guarded the hall over the years.
The family members of those who died... we must not leave out any of them, invite them to guard the hall and hold a social gathering."
Jing Xiuyun was a little confused: "Ah?"
"Remember, in my own name, not in the name of guarding the main hall. Because this involves all the guards in the mainland, it cannot become a routine."