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Chapter 626 The Once Eight Hundred Temples

"Five years ago, the previous reform soldier from Focheng passed away."

"Dead?"

Qin Xuan asked: "How did he die? Was he killed by a ferocious beast, or was he too old?"

However, Yunying's wife gave Qin Xuan an answer beyond his imagination: "He starved to death."

Starved to death...

Such a way of death happened a long time ago, not to mention the world of the Demon Master, even on the Blue Star.

Although some backward areas may still not have enough to eat, this is the world of the Demon Painter, so how could such a thing happen?

"How is this possible?"

"It's hard to imagine, but it's a fact." Yunying's wife said: "When I took office as a revolutionary soldier, I came to Fucheng and started reforms. The thief was caught by the Zhuri Division. Because the amount was not high, he let him go. He will steal again next time.

, just catch and release again.”

Catch and release, catch and release, then why did Zhurisi catch the thief?

"The law cannot judge people's hearts because it is too cheap."

A car has a price, a treasure has a price, but people's hearts are set on it. If someone is caught, but the amount is too small, it does not constitute a crime. He can only be educated and let go.

But thieves never change despite repeated admonitions.

"If you get caught once, it's a hundred times."

You were arrested today, but how many times were you not arrested?

"When he took office, Ge Jiubing was very strict. If he caught a thief, no matter what, he would beat him up first," said the proprietress Yunying, "But Ge Jiubing was not the emperor here. They broke the law and they still had to pay compensation."

, I want to apologize."

"Although I apologized and paid for it, I will still hit him next time I see him, and I will hit him harder than this time."

Retired soldiers will be compensated for their medical expenses, how much may they be?

This is the world of the Demon Painter. A piece of talisman paper worth tens of dollars can cure ordinary injuries for you.

The price of being caught by the revolutionary soldiers was too high, so gradually, there were fewer crimes and crimes in Buddha City, and the people also lived in a clean and tidy city. Everyone was content and content, and they were not afraid.

Being bullied, because there are old soldiers who will protect them.

but...

Not everyone thinks so.

Human nature longs for absolute freedom, and the practice of reforming old soldiers cannot be recognized by everyone.

So, some people began to question him and began to scold him.

Revolutionary soldiers are not people who do whatever they want. They can beat others when they make mistakes, but they themselves...

'Is what I'm doing really right?'

Yes, Ge Jiubing himself was very confused. He put in all his efforts and efforts, but in the end, so many people disliked him, or even hated him.

The huge pressure, the sadness and helplessness in my heart, and the loneliness of walking alone in this long night without seeing the dawn.

The average life span of Gejiu soldiers was very low, and most of them died before the age of thirty.

"The city is too big, and he alone can't make enough money to manage one side, but there's chaos there," Yunying's wife said, "So he works hard. If six hours a day is not enough, then twelve hours will be taken care of."

Count all the hours."

One day, one week, one month...

Hong Hanyi manages only a small village, but the Eight Hundred Temple is a city.

However, in a huge city, there is only one revolutionary soldier.

Why?

Because there is no money to be made in this profession, you cannot support yourself, you are reviled by countless people, you are under tremendous pressure, you work long hours, and you are not only not paid, but also paid back.

"He was running around every day, one day, two days, a week, two weeks. He couldn't eat well and didn't even have time to rest," Yunying's wife said: "The demon painter is a human being, not a god. In the end, he became ill.

It’s a disease that even spiritual beasts can’t cure.”

Ge Jiubing's physical collapse was not a disease, but his potential.

He exhausted all his vitality and potential. Working long hours, what supported him was not his body at all, but a belief.

But...

At that time, the residents of Buddha City took away this last bit of faith.

"The people did not understand his hard work and only saw his strong and domineering side, thinking that he was using power for personal gain," said the proprietress Yunying. "Perhaps they doubted their own beliefs. The old revolutionary soldier died in a place unknown to anyone.

He breathed his last."

"It was also at that time that people discovered..."

Yunying's wife: "I just discovered that his home is bare and what he eats every day is the simplest steamed buns."

In such days, the old revolutionary soldier spent ten years, from the time he came to Buddha City at the age of nineteen to the age of twenty-nine, turning the best time of his life into his last days.

"this..."

Qin Xuan always thought that reforming the old soldiers was very glorious, but what was the reality?

Thinking about Hong Hanyi, she actually didn't have much money at all because she broke a lot of things, lost too much money, and was heavily in debt.

"Only those who risk their lives can become old soldiers." Mrs. Yunying said, "So those who become old soldiers will not end up well."

The reform of the old soldiers is originally to fight against the chaotic society and the dirty people's hearts.

He was an enemy of the world, and as a result, there was only one way to die.

"What happened later," Qin Xuan asked, "What happened to Baojiaxian?"

"Bao Jiaxian," when mentioning this person, Yunying's wife showed admiration, not only her, but also the surrounding shop owners: "He has brought new life to Buddha City."

"What?"

"After the death of my predecessor, Ge Jiubing, the whole Buddhist city was in chaos because of the lack of restraints," said the proprietress Yunying: "The gangsters bullied others, thieves stole at night, businessmen drove up prices, and officials' corpses were left without food. But civilians like us just lived

In this smoky city."

"Only when it is lost do people want to cherish it. When the old soldier leaves, we can feel his goodness."

With him around, gangsters don't dare to be arrogant, thieves tremble, businessmen are cautious, officials are conscientious, and civilians live in a clean and safe city without having to worry about anything.

"At that time, we regretted it too much."

"It was also at that time, in despair, that Bao Jiaxian came here to visit his friend," Yunying's wife said, "He was originally going to be the minister of the old army department."

"minister?!"

"Well," Yunying's wife said, "but when he saw this fallen city, he gave up his position as minister without hesitation. He stayed to take over the unfinished path of his friend and use his strength to

, once again brought order and tranquility.”

"The managers in this city are all Baojiaxian's mountain and sea beasts, and they are connected to his ears and eyes," the proprietress Yunying said: "He is paying attention to every corner of the Eight Hundred Temple Buddha City all the time, whether it is daytime,

It's still dark..."


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