After heavy rains, there will be great floods, and after great disasters, there will be great epidemics, this is the truth summed up by human life for many years.

What Fang Xing wanted to do was to leave as soon as possible.

After making up his mind, Fang Xing told the shopkeeper to check out early tomorrow morning and continue on his way.

Naturally, the shopkeeper will not stop it.

It's a pity that the small account room is a little regretful.

It's great to have no books to copy these days!

Although it will be beaten.

But don't copy books!

No books overnight.

Early the next morning, Fang Xing had breakfast, returned the book to the small account room, and settled the expenses of the past few days.

I was just going to buy a snack that I was preparing to eat on the way, and I was going to leave after I finished shopping.

Fang Xing discovered something.

There are inexplicably more people wearing obvious signs in the city.

There was a certain martial arts hall, a certain sect, a family, and a group of people with the names of the merchants, all standing on the street, as if waiting for some order.

These people basically have a unified characteristic, that is, they have all practiced martial arts.

Seeing this situation, Fang Xing thought that the competition for territory was going to start here!

But the pedestrians on the road didn't think so, and didn't even look twice.

After buying snacks and returning to the inn, Fang Xing casually gave a piece to the small account room, and then asked the shopkeeper.

What's going to happen in the city?

The shopkeeper saw that Fang Xing didn't know, and his expression was still very surprised.

He glanced Fang Xing up and down, wanted to say something, and swallowed again.

However, the matter was still made clear to Fang Xing.

This group of people is going to help the disaster.

Fang Xing can understand this answer, but it feels weird!

Whether it is an idle martial arts practitioner in the rivers and lakes, or an existence like the martial arts sect, they have always stood on top of ordinary people to squeeze.

To put it bluntly, these people don't produce much, and almost all of them rely on collecting money from ordinary people to support themselves.

Now that there is a catastrophe, they are willing to pay money to save people?!

The shopkeeper didn't explain much.

Just four words,

【Decent Family】

Fang Xing nodded.

Got it!

These four words are the existence of almost every organized martial arts force.

To put it bluntly, it's fame.

has a good reputation, even if the power is not enough and the strength is a little lower, others have to weigh whether it is worth it to move you.

On the other hand, if you have a bad reputation, you may become the preferred target of those who want to expand your power at any time.

These four words not only constrained the behavior of the vast majority of sects, but also became the key straw for ordinary people to obtain benefits during the critical period.

It's no wonder that even in a garbage place like the Three Peerless Gates, there are deeds to protect caravans or clean up bandits. ’

I still know too little about the rules of the rivers and lakes. ’

I can't complain why the shopkeeper looked at my expression a little strangely, after all, the question I asked really didn't look like a person who walked the rivers and lakes asked. ’

If you want to get more martial arts or information in this world, sooner or later you have to deal with more people in the rivers and lakes.

When you're on the road, you can't just practice hard or brag and chat with others.

There are some questions that should be asked.

Solved the doubts in my heart.

Fang Xing said goodbye to the shopkeeper, got on his horse and turned around and left the inn.

The small account room watched Fang Xing leave with a snack, and it was not until he was far away that he raised his head and asked his father:

"Daddy."

"Huh?"

"Why didn't he go to the northwest, didn't everyone who practiced martial arts go over there?"

The shopkeeper rubbed the head of the little ledger and said:

"This shows that people have brains and family backgrounds, and they are unwilling to get involved in such a dangerous thing."

The little bookkeeper nodded, nibbled on the snack in his hand, tilted his head and asked again:

"Then why don't you go because you can't let go of me and A-Niang?"

The shopkeeper lowered his head, looked at the immature little face carved out of the same mold as himself, and directly kneaded the cheeks of the small account room.

"Your father is reluctant to go because if your father wants to come out again, he will definitely be beaten to death by A-Niang."

"Besides."

"Your father doesn't dare to guarantee that he can practice the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, and he doesn't dare to say that he can beat your mother, why did he rob that thing?"

Between the words, the shopkeeper didn't care if he could get his hands on it.

I don't care how many masters will be present in this snatch.

He just didn't want to offend his daughter-in-law, so he didn't even sleep in bed when he went back.

The little account office didn't understand a little, but he just felt that his father was bragging again, so he rolled his eyes and didn't care.

"Can my teacher come back......

"Look, after all, your teacher hasn't made a move for so many years, and I don't know how much effort he can have after his Dao heart is broken."

The conversation between the two only existed in a square inch, and none of the pedestrians coming and going on the street could hear it.

Even the guy who was serving the food behind them didn't hear the father and son talking.

The words are divided into two ends.

Fang Xing rode his horse and continued to hurry south.

In the process of hurrying, I did see that as the shopkeeper said, many Jianghu forces were sending some rice and flour to the affected farmers.

In some villages, there are still a few doctors who are doing the work of checking the pulse of those who are sick and taking medicine one by one.

If the square does not come out of the three gates.

I really feel that these famous and decent families are wholeheartedly doing some good things for these lowest-level farmers.

It was the life of hardship and work in those years that made him never forget how cruel these Jianghu sects could be when they harvested grain every year.

Maybe not every sect is like the Three Absolute Sects.

However, as an ordinary person who has no ability to resist, it seems that being able to obtain a piece of food after the catastrophe is enough to offset the hard work of being exploited for all these years.

He continued his journey south and walked for many days.

About the heavy rain, or about the northwest, they also slowly caught up with Fang Xing's footsteps to the south.

This heavy rain covered a huge area, directly covering a province, and even if no statistics were made, everyone knew that the grain harvest in this province was already gone.

The response given by the imperial court was naturally to choose disaster relief and reduce taxes as always.

In particular, the disaster relief and people's relief funds given by the imperial court must not be pressed down by the so-called Jianghu sects.

The imperial court was unwilling to spend so much money, and it couldn't prohibit the Jianghu sect from continuing to do good deeds, so it came up with an idea.

Let the sects pay the court.

Then the court gave it to the common people.

In this way, the court did not pay for it and got a good reputation.

Kill two birds with one stone!

I don't know if it's because the court's actions have disgusted the surrounding sects, and they all want to run to find the Great Power Tianlong Technique to block the emperor.

Anyway, the news from the northwest is that the entire northwest has become a pot of porridge.

A huge number of Jianghu people poured into the northwest.

caused the end result.

It's just one word.

Disorderly!

(End of chapter)