"I really want to help these poor people!"

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people in the team, Pei Nie sighed a few times.

He is now penniless and poor.

If you are helping others, you can only think about it, and you are powerless.

The class gap is obvious, and the poor people think about how to fill their stomachs every day, how to cultivate more grain in the spring of the next year, and it is difficult to have many other ideas.

In this kind of life, it is difficult to get out of the predicament, let alone say that you are getting ahead.

Martial arts training, impossible.

Reading, impossible.

The upward door was always open, but it was difficult for anyone to step through it.

Pei Nie thought about it and didn't know how to solve this kind of problem.

Even if you open a martial arts gym to teach people to practice martial arts, or ask a gentleman to teach people to read and write, it is difficult to change this situation.

It is difficult for local parents to be officials.

This is not that Zhang Lie's ability is not good, but the environment is such that it is difficult for the other party to change the overall situation.

This is not Yingcheng's problem.

It's a problem for the entire merger of states, and even for the entire Datang.

Only abundance may give some people time to pursue others.

Only food and clothing can make people consider learning literature and practicing martial arts.

As long as it is strong, it can make neighboring countries dare not move their thoughts.

His head was sullen thinking about things he hadn't thought about before.

On his side, a group of people were also thoughtful, and the mood that had been angry before came to the Xuanguan slowly calmed down.

The night was a little dark, and the little Taoist priest had finished distributing gruel, and he entered the Taoist temple at this time.

After sending a bucket of water to everyone to quench their thirst, the little Taoist priest sat in front of the statue of Sanqing in a daze.

Li Hongru looked around and talked a few more words to everyone, but the nature of everyone was not high now, so he chatted quite interestingly.

The impact on everyone, for Li Hongru, the sense of excitement is not so strong.

After all, he doesn't belong to the family class, and he has seen a lot of things, but he hasn't fallen to the point where he doesn't eat minced meat.

There are a lot of poor people in East City, but everyone usually takes care of them, and they can barely survive difficult times.

Of course, even if they are poor, the poor in Chang'an are much richer than the poor in Yingcheng.

At least the poor people of Chang'an have not fallen to the point of starvation to the point that their faces are turned dirty.

This is a lot of hunger, and a long time of hunger, so that there is this kind of physiognomy.

Fortunately, there is a place like Tongxuanguan, which helped these people in the most difficult time.

But through the metaphysical view of doing good deeds is good deeds, and the evil deeds of deceiving people are another.

All of them were victims.

They want to return to Bingzhou City, and it is impossible for them to stay in Yingcheng for a long time.

Now that the snow is falling, and the earth is cold, it is difficult for them to run back to Bingzhou City on their legs in this weather.

Only by catching a piece of fruit and recovering the money can you buy a mount.

"Will this fruit have absconded?"

Qin Huairen finally asked a question.

This is a situation that Zhang Lie is extremely worried about.

Yingcheng is a wealthy family, and the income is only ten taels of silver a year.

This is nearly 120 taels of silver, enough for some families to struggle for more than ten years, if the family is ordinary, it will take more years to survive.

If Zhang Guozi is thinking about money, it is also very likely.

Zhang Lie had a toothache on his face.

"As long as Zhang Guozi is in Yingcheng, I will definitely be able to find him."

He thought about it for a while, but he didn't care that it was already dark at this time, and after talking to everyone, he had already run quickly, rushing back to the county office to summon people.

"This old way has a good technique, but it's a pity that he doesn't take the right path and the road!"

Qin Huairen sighed.

obviously has a wonderful technique, but the other party only uses it to deceive people, not to credit the society, so he can't help but feel a little sorry.

"If he wants to deceive, then go to the Khanate to deceive people, what kind of ability is it to deceive people in our Tang Kingdom!"

"It's also fortunate that our injuries have healed, otherwise we would have suffered a big loss."

It was difficult to wait for Zhang Guozi in the Xuanguan, so everyone had to stand up and wait for Zhang Lie's arrest.

Everyone talked about it, and finally got out of the Tongxuan Temple, and walked to the inn in the city.

Compared to Bingzhou City and Chang'an City, Yingcheng was too small, which made it not take much time for them to walk back to the inn.

Everyone rested separately, and Li Hongru couldn't care about Zhang Guozi's affairs at this time.

He picked up some pen and paper, spread it out again, and continued to transcribe "Hug Puzi".

The book is nearly 30,000 words long, and transcribing is a hassle.

And Li Hongru vaguely felt that he had forgotten something.

This gave him a great headache.

But if you can write silently, you must first write it silently.

There was also a chance for the manuscript to be completed, and even if he did not study it after he built the hall, he could understand it in advance.

This is equivalent to the ability to learn by himself, and Li Hongru doesn't mind.

It makes sense for him to do this.

If he studies it in the future, when necessary, he can also use this volume of "Hug Puzi" to teach others.

Li Hongru dipped his ink and waved his pen, and the content recited by the Hall of Eternal Life before was constantly presented on the paper.

After a few hours, he stopped writing, momentarily lost in deliberation and recollection.

In the early days, he wrote quickly and dictated, but in the later years, he became slower and slower to write, and it became more and more difficult to put pen to paper.

Closing his eyes and pondering, he kept recalling the contents of the wall carvings.

The more I think about it, the more the content slowly comes to mind.

In the middle of the sound, Li Hongru inscribed two words, and fell into deep thought.

"Next, write quickly!"

When he closed his eyes, everything was silent, and Li Hongru could hear the sound of the oil lamp burning in his contemplation, and the north wind howling outside the window.

But in the wind and waves, there is also a hint of sound.

It made his ears prick up slightly.

"He actually wrote the content of the true biography of "Hug Puzi", the Shangqing faction didn't say that the secret classics were not passed on, where did this person get the classics, and he could still do silent writing."

The low voice mingled in the wind, a little small, but barely audible.

Li Hongru's heart tightened.

From the other party's mouth, he knew exactly the source of this book.

But the other person's voice also gave him a sense of familiarity.

It seems a bit like Zhang Guozi's voice.

The other party actually peeked at him nearby to transcribe "Hug Puzi".

Thinking of the other party's technique, Li Hongru put down the pen and paper and stretched his waist.

He touched his lower abdomen, looking like he was going to find a night pot.

As he walked back and forth to search, his celestial eyes creeped even more, checking everything around him.

Eventually, he found an eye-like piece of paper on the window, as if it had been pasted to it like a window flower.

Li Hongru remained silent, and when he stepped up and put down the night pot, the Cold Moon Sword he was carrying was instantly unsheathed.

100% of the basic swordsmanship level, which makes Li Hongru's swordsmanship extremely stable.

He pierced the sword with a sword, and the long sword had pierced the eye-like piece of paper.

At this time, a low scream was also heard in the distance outside the wing.

"Who is it?"

Li Wuji woke up, and then he saw that Li Hongru had already lifted his sword out of the chamber.

The sudden sobriety made him jump off the bed, and he rushed out with a knife.

The door of the inn was pushed open by Li Hongru, and in the wind and snow, Li Hongru was already running on the snow.

In front of Li Hongru, a figure stumbled, covered his eyes and ran for a few steps, and finally got on a donkey and ran away.

"Could it be that Zhang Guozi can't do it?"

Li Wuji only felt that the back on the donkey was obviously different from Zhang Guozi.

But the other party's method of calling the donkey casually made him feel implicated with Zhang Guozi.

He stepped lightly on the snow, and then caught up with Li Hongru.

"Too ...... It's so fast! ”

Li Hongru saw Li Wuji chasing after him, and waved his hand to let the other party chase hard.

In front of him, the little donkey ran extremely fast, no less than the dash of the demon horse.

Seeing that the little donkey kicked his legs and climbed into the wall, Li Hongru had no idea of pursuing.

"Then I won't be able to catch up!"

Li Wuji looked at the little donkey flying in the distance, and felt that this was the fastest donkey he had seen in more than 60 years.

Just a few times before the little donkey disappeared into the darkness.