When Fang Fan walked out of the hall, the village was completely silent. There were only various sentry posts and a few fires on the watchtowers, illuminating the guards guarding them. At this time, the sky was already dark.
He slapped his numb butt, moved his cervical vertebrae, and said to Tang Jiajun.
"Take my order and go to the warehouse of the Logistics Department to get some spiritual fruits to distribute to them. Just follow what was said at the meeting just now, supply them by grade and quantity, and count them in the welfare."
"yes."
Tang Jiajun responded quickly, took out the meeting minutes, looked at the supply specifications clearly, then took the transfer order stamped with Fang Fan's seal, and turned around to leave.
Fang Fan put away the lord's seal and waved his hand.
"It seems that we need to find an opportunity to create a batch of identity tokens.
Otherwise, it would be too cumbersome to write a transfer order and stamp it every time, but the token cannot be counterfeited, which is also troublesome and a headache."
After writing this down, under the light of the torch in the guard's hand, Fang Fan walked towards the double-story wooden house next to the lord's stone monument.
Just as he was about to go in, he glanced around and saw the tiny figure next to him, and stopped.
Next to the house, several vines were woven into wicker chairs and hung in the air.
At this time, a petite figure was curled up in the wicker chair. Fang Fan walked over silently. In his mind, the vine had already told him everything that had happened.
Gently picking up Qingqing's petite body, Fang Fan's movements seemed to wake her up.
She was seen grabbing Fang Fan's clothes and leaning on Fang Fan's chest. She seemed to feel the familiar breath and became quiet again, just murmuring slightly.
"Brother, I miss you so much."
At this moment, Fang Fan felt sour in his heart, as if he had knocked over the condiment box, and he didn't know what it felt like.
Early the next morning, the soft sunshine shone on the earth, and the villagers came out of their rooms one after another to start the day's work.
Fang Fan, who was still sleeping, felt an itch on his nose.
"yawn."
"Giggle."
Following a yawn, a girlish laughter like silver bells sounded in Fang Fan's ears. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, but he said in disgust.
"Qingqing, don't make trouble, let me sleep for a while."
"You big lazy boy, Qingqing has been up for a long time, and you are still sleeping. You are so lazy."
Qingqing Qiong's nose arched slightly, she grabbed Fang Fan and said, behind her, a vine was floating there quietly, she pulled it gently with her hand, pulled it to Fang Fan, and shook it gently.
"yawn!"
"Mutated vines, you are on a narrow road, do you understand?"
Fang Fansen's cold voice sounded. He stood up and looked at Fang Qing, who was like a little princess. His face suddenly became helpless again.
The vines from before were trembling under Fang Fan's feet.
"Okay, okay, don't look at me like that. I'll take you to see your parents this morning. I'll take you to Longzi Lake."
"Wow, really?"
"Of course, I never lie to anyone."
"Ah, brother, I love you so much."
In an instant, Fang Qing jumped up excitedly and hugged Fang Fan.
As early as last night, Fang Fan had ordered Tang Jiajun to inform his subordinates that no one should disturb him this morning unless his whole family was dead.
On the eve of this economic restructuring, at this busiest and most important time.
The reason is very simple, to spend time with my family and Qingqing.
For no reason, just last night, Fang Fan suddenly remembered his original intention.
Aren’t you just trying to protect your family, make your family live a better life, and make your family happy?
Before that, everything must be compromised.
There is something busy in the village, so why are the others used? Why does Fang Fan raise them? Do they eat shit?
For half a day, Fang Fan gave up on everything and first went to visit the professor. By the way, he asked for leave for Fang Qing. After hearing about it from the professor, he became interested and decided to go with him.
"Professor, these children?"
Hearing that the professor was about to leave, the dozen or so children below looked at him quickly, their faces full of expectation, but the professor didn't seem to see him.
"Oh, it's okay. It's just one morning. Just let other teachers take over the class."
Click!
This is the sound of heartbreak.
Fang Fan looked at the group of children and then at the surrounding environment.
"Well, it's fine as long as it doesn't affect it. However, the environment here is a bit rough. When we come back in the afternoon, we will expand it and officially build a primary school. After all, if you are poor, you can't afford education."
"Well, this is good."
The professor also nodded in agreement, and after handing over to the teacher, he also walked out of the village.
With a group of guards leading the way, Fang Fan and his group stepped onto the road again and walked forward. Along the way, Professor and Fang Qing had sighs on their faces.
Especially Fang Qing, everything is new to her and full of curiosity. She looks around while walking on the road.
Walk out of the road and outside the market.
"Brother, what are you doing there?"
"Oh, that's a market, a place where things are sold."
As soon as she heard that it was a place selling things, Fang Qing's eyes suddenly lit up and she looked at Fang Fan.
"Brother, let's go in and take a look, okay?"
Fang Fan smiled and rubbed her head.
"I won't go there today. It's too messy and dirty. I'll tidy it up in a few days before taking you to play."
Hearing this, although Fang Qing was a little disappointed, she did not act nonsense and nodded sensibly, while the professor looked at Fang Fan and pointed at the market.
"Is this the one?"
"right."
"It's a bit messy. I'll bring someone to come up with the design in two days."
"Well, don't worry yet."
Fang Fan nodded and did not go in. He just took the professor to look at it from a distance, then crossed it directly and came to the bridge pier.
In front of the bridge camp, there were several people standing at a table, seemingly registering. They were quite surprised to see Fang Fan and his party.
When Fang Fan approached, Ye Xiu walked out of the camp and wanted to say something to Fang Fan, but Fang Fan waved his hand, ignored him, and walked onto the pontoon.
Walking on the pontoon, Fang Qing's eyes narrowed with a smile.
Walking on the spacious pontoon, Fang Qing looked at the wide and flat lake and exclaimed.
"Wow, it's so beautiful, brother, let's go fishing later?"
Fang Fan was startled and nodded happily.
"Okay, after I see my parents, I will take you fishing."
At this time, there seemed to be a battle ahead, with several crocodiles, but they were killed by the guards in a few seconds. They calmed down. When the professor saw it, he was secretly frightened, and he had a more detailed understanding of the current strength of Ning'an Village.
Walking out of the pontoon and going directly to the island, you can smell the faint smell of blood on the island.
The spearmen inside were cutting down trees one by one, preparing to raze the forest in front of them to the ground.
The logs were piled aside, the branches and leaves were burned directly, and the resulting plant ash was sprinkled on the ground.
From time to time, mutated beasts would emerge from the forest, and they would be killed on the spot by spearmen, whose souls would be taken out and their bodies carried away.
"Fang Fan, what is this?"
"Oh, I'm going to level this area and turn it into cultivated land for growing food and elixirs.
Especially things like spiritual grass and spiritual fruits, which lack spiritual energy from the outside world and are difficult to cultivate.
It won’t be long before this island will become the most important spiritual fruit producing area in Ning’an.”
Hearing this, the professor nodded in surprise.
Fang Fan and his party did not approach them, but bypassed them and came directly to the outside of the camp.
