In the Ming era, the world was often turbulent, and at such a time, there was a profession that became a hot topic, and people called it, strategist.

Under such demand, some schools specializing in training strategists also came into being, and the most famous of these schools is Nanyang Wuxu Valley.

In the snowy season, Luo Fuzifang finished the teaching class, but saw the waiter in the hall running over in a hurry.

"Master!"

“…… This ......"

Luo Fuzi walked with the attendant, and saw a small and weak girl who had passed out in the snow at the gate outside the museum.

The wind was cold, but she was in rags, her little face was purple from the cold winter, and even her lips were frighteningly pale.

Seeing that she was covered in white snow particles, she should have been here for a long time.

The waiter scratched his head and looked at Luo Fuzi with a look of embarrassment: "Master, as soon as I pushed the door, I saw this child......"

The world is turbulent, people's livelihood is not easy, many people are unable to raise their children, and their most famous Wuxu Valley in the world has somehow become a shelter for these unwanted children.

This little girl is already the twentieth of this month.

Seeing that Luo Fuzi was silent, the little attendant said, "Master, otherwise...... I went to ask the nearby villagers if they saw who had thrown the little girl here. ”

The little attendant was about to leave, but he heard a long sigh from behind.

"Well, bring her in."

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