For the first time in months, Zhou Ang was late.

After successfully completing his promotion, he stayed in his small courtyard for a short time, making various explorations, and then falling into deep thought.

So, when he finally arrived at the county Zhu Yamen, not to mention that he must have missed the noon meeting, and even missed the afternoon work.

But it doesn't matter, in fact, within the system of county Zhu Yamen, or official cultivators, the management of these official cultivators is not very strict.

When it's okay, Zhao Zhong will not even show up for two or three days at every turn, and no one will say anything.

In fact, when Zhou Ang walked into the official room, there was only one Wei Ci and one Feng Shan who really stayed here.

Zhao Zhong is still not there, Liu Rui has asked for leave, he has already obtained the elixir for promotion to the eighth order, and he wants to ask for leave to find the state of "Dingjing" to seek promotion, Fang Jun and He Yi have all reported tasks. Chen Fu and Lu Jin are still in the "apprenticeship", and they must follow Du Yi.

Rain ripples outside the window.

Everyone chatted briefly, Feng Shan sat down for a while, Xu was bored, got up and put on a coat and hat, and went out, Bi Weici didn't seem to have any intention of speaking, and sat there alone in a quiet daze.

So, Zhou Ang made himself a cup of hot tea, and sat in front of the window, looking at the banana trees in the yard that were green by the rain, and fell into the long test again.

"It's starting to get cold!" he said.

"yes! It's cold. Wei Ci behind him responded unconsciously.

"It's an autumn rain and a cold one!" he added.

"yes! When I got up in the morning, I lifted the quilt and started to feel cold. Wei Ci responded.

Zhou Ang took a deep breath of moisture, slowly spit it out again, and stopped talking.

............

Since the beginning of autumn, there has been a lot of rain on this side of Lingzhou City, but it is the first time that it has fallen so heavily.

It was only a light rain, but it rained all day, and when everyone thought it was about to stop, it began to rain more and more heavily in the evening, and finally evolved into the first heavy rain since the beginning of autumn.

The weather is really starting to get cooler.

When he got up the next morning, Zhou Ang found that the rain had stopped, but the sky was still cloudy, so he didn't bother to go out, and after breakfast, he stayed at home and continued to study, and waited until almost noon, before he went to the county to celebrate lunch again.

When I was still on the road, I saw a family's house collapse, and the family was guarding the falling courtyard wall, wanting to cry without tears. When he arrived at the yamen, he heard that after the rain, there were no less than 30 houses in the city.

This is news that happens every year, and in the past, at least from the memories left by Zhou Ang in the past, the Zhou family is also one of the people who have to worry that their houses will collapse.

There will be several heavy rainstorms in the summer of Lingzhou City every year, lightning and thunder, and the wind overturned the roof of someone's house, which is not uncommon news, and in autumn there are often one or two continuous heavy rains, and it is not uncommon for someone's house to fall down the courtyard wall or the like.

In the afternoon, several people gathered in the official room, and they talked about this matter for another afternoon.

I don't know why, chatting with everyone, Zhou Ang suddenly thought of the old man Lu Duan's contact for a long time, Zhou Ang can feel that his old man is the kind of person with a real noble personality, even if he has been idle at home for nearly 30 years, unless there is any great opportunity, he will definitely die of old age in his hometown, but the kind of heart for the country and the world in his bones, the feeling of worrying about the country and the people, makes him still worry about the lives of the people, the prices, whether the officials outside are corrupt and so on.

Thinking of him, Zhou Ang couldn't help but think: If the old man was still free, and encountered such a heavy rain, which caused many houses to collapse, he must have visited it in person, right?

Although he is not a local magistrate, he is not even an official anymore.

Thinking like this, Zhou Ang suddenly felt a little unable to sit still.

After a while, he suddenly interrupted everyone's discussion and said to Wei Ci: "Brother Ziyi, in the current external affairs, I have the heart to donate a little silver taels to help those whose houses have collapsed to rebuild their houses, but I don't trust those people in the county, do you know who is doing this kind of thing?"

Wei Ci was stunned for a moment when he heard this, thought about it, and shook his head, "If someone wants to donate, they usually set up a porridge shack or something to give a hot meal to those who have been affected by the disaster......, right? Zixiu, do you intend to do this?"

Zhou Ang thought about it, and deliberately said self-deprecatingly: "I think that I have killed a lot of living beings recently!"

When he said this, everyone laughed.

Fang Jun is a person who doesn't talk very much, and he can't help but jokingly say, "Zixiu, you don't want to believe in Buddhism, do you?"

It's a joke, of course.

Zhou Ang knew that every monster he killed had a reason to die, and needless to say, as long as he didn't kill them, they would hunt humans. And before they are killed by themselves, they often have an unknown number of lives on their backs.

Humans and youkai are mortal enemies in themselves.

Everyone is fighting for control of this world, and to put it bluntly, in order to reproduce their own tribe and their kind, they must be expelled and hunted.

It's not about right or wrong, good or evil, it's just a pure battle for survival.

Of course, Zhou Ang would not feel any guilt in his heart because he killed a few monsters, and he was even ready to go to the "Demon Realm" again after a few days when he got used to it and mastered the strength of the new class.

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if he really felt guilty, he would not send silver to those great monks.

His thoughts at this moment were born because of the victims of the disaster and because of Lu Duan's feelings, but in the final analysis, it was actually completely consistent with his intention to hunt monsters to help his own kind survive better.

However, it was such a joke from Fang Jun that suddenly woke up Zhou Ang.

He was stunned for a moment, and then said: "As soon as Boju said this, I suddenly thought that the big monks of Baoguo Temple make so much incense money every year, and if they don't let them make a sum at this time, when will they stay?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Immediately, what was unexpected was that He Yi, who had been sitting in the room and rarely spoke, was the first to speak: "This matter is feasible! Count me in!"

As soon as he said this, everyone immediately took this matter seriously, and no longer treated it as a joke from Zhou Ang.

Wei Ci then took the case and said, "I also think it's feasible!"

Feng Shan also said: "Idle is also idle, although it is a bit unprofessional, but seeing that so many people's houses have collapsed, it is said that several people have been stoned to death, and it is not wrong for us to intervene in this matter." ”

Fang Jun was stunned for a while, and suddenly became excited when he saw this, and said: "This matter is easy! Let's each donate a little bit, it's a meaning, make up a total number, take it to Baoguo Temple, not to mention anything else, people's houses have collapsed, let it Baoguo Temple out a few houses, for people to live for a while, it's always okay." As for our money, we will distribute it to those families and subsidize them to rebuild their houses!"

After his call, everyone was stunned.

It's so obvious, and it's so simple for everyone.

Everyone pities the poverty and helplessness of those disaster victims, and everyone is not short of that little donation money, and the county Zhu Yamen also happens to be the superior of Baoguo Temple, and Baoguo Temple also happens to have the resources and ability in this regard.

It's just that why hasn't everyone thought about it before?

After a while, Wei Ci said: "It's decided! I volunteer, I'll handle this matter! Anyway, in our yamen, I'm the most idle one, and I'll do it the most appropriate!"

After thinking about it, Zhou Ang said, "That...... I'll donate five taels of silver!"

He said: "Then I will also donate five taels!"

Everyone then agreed, the standard was the same, they all donated five taels, and even a few people who were not there at the moment, Wei Ci immediately made a decision on their behalf with great interest, each donating one, and Zhou Ang made one for Lu Jin.

In the blink of an eye, forty-five taels of silver were made up in this office alone.

Wei Ci volunteered to pass this matter again, and immediately prepared to go to the back to ask Gao Jing and Du Yi if they wanted to donate, how much they would donate, before he went out, Fang Jun did not forget to call him, and said: "You remember to go to Baoguo Temple to scare those monks, you must call Shangjinxian! Those monks are most afraid of him!"

Not only Wei Ci, everyone laughed when they heard this.

............

It was a very common thing, and it had nothing to do with the business of the county Zhu Yamen itself, but I don't know why, after Zhou Ang issued an initiative and everyone quickly decided on this matter, the mood of everyone in the entire office room was obviously high.

Everyone is a figure who licks blood with a knife head, not only to kill monsters, but also to kill those wild cultivators of the secret sect, but also without mercy, it is said that for everyone, there are few things in life, which is worth paying attention to. Not to mention that he only donated five taels of silver.

But at this time, he donated these five taels of silver, and then learned that Du Yi also donated five taels, and Gao Jinggao County Zhu donated ten taels, that is to say, the official cultivators of the entire county Zhu Yamen had already twisted into a rope, and when they wanted to do this together, everyone felt inexplicably excited.

It seems that everyone is working together to do something great!

So, Wei Ci ran to the back and came back with the silver from Gao Jing, Du Yi and Chen Fang, and everyone quickly became busy with this matter.

Zhao Zhong was quickly found, and Xu Zhong, the county's historian, was quickly contacted, and the list of affected families was quickly obtained, and Baoguo Temple was quickly completed.

That night, the families of those who had been affected by the disaster moved into the guest house of Baoguo Temple, which was provided free of charge.

They can stay there for free for a month, and even Baoguo Temple provides tea and rice for free.

As a result, the collapse of the house, which had been miraculously spreading for many days in the discussion and pity of the local people, quickly entered the process of reconstruction.

The county Zhu Yamen people donated a total of 60 taels of silver, which is certainly not enough to support the construction of all the houses, but the Baoguo Temple did not dare to slack off, and it was rare to donate 60 taels of silver generously Although for the courtyards of more than 30 families to be rebuilt next, these funds are definitely not enough, even if they are built according to the minimum standard of thatched adobe houses, it is not enough, but with this money, each family digs out their own savings, and then borrows, they can always make up enough.

For these people, once the house is built, although the thatched house has to go through the mud once a year to carry the rain, the new house can last for a decade or two without major repairs.

In other words, although they have to take on a little debt because of this, the whole family can have their own stable residence for the next ten or twenty years.

This matter spread rapidly in the community, for a time, the presiding over the Baoguo Temple won countless praises, and even a lot of good men and women enthusiastically went to the Baoguo Temple to incense, donations, for a time the big monks were so happy that they could not do it, it is estimated that they will not only quickly donate, as well as the money for providing free houses and meals to earn back, and even make a lot of money, naturally singing "Amitabha".

Compared with them, the county Zhu Yamen, who initiated this matter, was completely annihilated in the subsequent development of the matter.

However, neither Wei Ci, who had been busy on this matter for two days, nor the others who were also involved, including Zhou Ang, who was the first to make the proposal, did not complain in the slightest.

When things were on the right track, everyone quietly returned to the office to drink tea, everyone had a smile on their faces, and even He Yi, who had always been low-key and silent and had a rare smile, actually poured a cup of tea and held it at this time, with some smiles on his face.

What everyone is asking for is not the praise of the people in the first place, everyone just wants to do it, just like in the past days, what everyone did, destroyed the bases of the secret sects, killed the cultivators of the evil sects, and monsters, and no ordinary people stood up to praise them.

Even, what everyone is doing is meant to hide from their ordinary sentient beings.

Therefore, since you think it is the right thing and a good thing, you just do it, and you don't need to be known and praised by others.

And in such a situation, Liu Rui, who had been hiding for a few days, finally came back and announced that he had been officially promoted to the eighth order cultivator, and immediately after, Fang Jun suddenly said that when he was practicing routinely, he suddenly felt that he had found an opportunity to be promoted, and he felt that he could already be promoted to the eighth order.

For the time being, no one would connect this matter with the donation that everyone had just done, and even Zhou Ang was not sure if there was a direct connection between this good deed and the promotion of cultivation.

But there is no doubt that for a while, just before the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, the county wishes the yamen to be absolutely called a happy event.

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