Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 22 Condolences
Lu Zhong looked at Meng Zhao, his cloudy eyes were full of distress, and said,
"Master, I know you have been wronged this time, but don't worry.

If the head of the family is involved in this matter, he will not give us a reasonable result for the second room.

Even if this old slave risked his life, he will definitely seek justice for you. "

Seeing this, Meng Zhao shook his head again and again, smiled gently, and comforted him,

"How can Uncle Zhong say it so seriously, not to mention that Uncle's opinion is not yet clear, even if he calms down.

This grievance is nothing to me at all.

No matter how wronged you are, can you have ten years to light up the ancient Buddha, chant scriptures and pray for blessings? "

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of Lu Zhong, Lu Le and his son became even more desolate.

Yes, compared to that kind of life like a prisoner, what are these things today?

After clearing up his mood, Meng Zhao did not forget his real purpose of coming here, said,
"Uncle Zhong, you can make some arrangements later. I want to meet the family members of the death nursing home, give them some money, and express my heart. In addition, I plan to visit this village and take a good look at the rural scenery."

Lu Zhong knew that Meng Zhao was doing this to win people's hearts and express himself, so he was very pleased.
"Okay, okay, by doing this, the young master has not let down those who sacrificed their lives for the Meng family. They know it well, and they will definitely be grateful to you."

In fact, it doesn't matter how the dead are, and Meng Zhao doesn't need their gratitude.

What he really cares about is the living people, whether they can die for him, this is his intention to treat the families of the dead generously.

Just like some modern enterprises, they desperately squeeze their employees, and they also want to engage in some dramas of humanistic care.

All in all, accomplishing this will send a signal to others that it is worthwhile to work hard for Meng Zhao.

At least relatives after death can be well taken care of, which is also a common thinking in this world of high martial arts, which is analogous to feudal society.

"As for the guy who robbed the outside world and colluded with outsiders to rob Zhuangzi, Uncle Zhong, you need to work hard to dig him out as soon as possible. I will use his head as a sacrifice to these dead heroic spirits."

Mentioning the nursing home where he feigned death and escaped by eating inside and outside, Meng Zhao's tone was calm, but his murderous aura could not be suppressed at all.

If it weren't for the shit that this person did, how could he have these troubles now?

Lu Zhong took a sip of his pipe and said solemnly,
"Don't worry, young master. Ever since I found out that he has something to do with Sun Chuanshan, this old slave has been sending people to track down his whereabouts. As long as there is news, I will definitely arrest him as soon as possible and let you deal with it."

Killing this person is not only to commemorate the dead, but also to warn the people around that there is no good end for the traitor.

A quarter of an hour later, Meng Zhao changed into mourning clothes and tied a black cloth on his right arm. Accompanied by Lu Zhong and Lu Le, and under the watchful eyes of the villagers, Meng Zhao visited the family members of the deceased that night one by one.

Send a lot of money and condolences, and promise to train their children and settle their future.

In fact, most of these nursing homes have no future, and their knowledge of martial arts is limited.

After a long time in the village, all ambitions, and the idea of ​​practicing martial arts to fight for a future, all faded away.

It is also very common to settle down, marry a wife and have children, and end up here for the rest of your life.

There were also many nursing homes that were injured, and Meng Zhao personally visited them and offered generous rewards, expressing their gratitude.

After all, they were still alive, and Meng Zhao, the real master of the second room, came to express condolences with injuries, so what more could he ask for?

And whether it's a show or not doesn't matter at all.

The important thing is that everyone gets what they want.

The wounded were rewarded generously, the family members of the deceased were promised not to worry about their future life because of the death of the pillar, and Meng Zhao got the reputation he wanted.

By the time everything has been dealt with, it's already the end of the application period, which is about three o'clock in the afternoon in modern society.

After Meng Zhao visited these family members, his interest remained undiminished. Accompanied by Lu Zhong and Lu Le and his son, they continued to visit the vibrant manor.

Along the way, he saw scenery he had never seen before.

For example, on the other side of Zhuangzi, there are mills, winemaking houses, oil press houses, livestock pens and other buildings, which can make the people in Zhuangzi self-sufficient and at the same time generate income for Meng Zhao.

For example, in the fish pond at the east end of Zhuangzi, all the big herrings in it are fat and strong. Meng Zhao's dinner menu tonight must have this big herring.

Stopping and stopping along the way, the moods of Meng Zhao and others gradually improved. After all, in such a farm full of life, every breath of air and every inch of land walked carried a natural atmosphere, and the mood could not be imagined. It's hard to do well.

Occasionally seeing a few children with shofar braids, Meng Zhao touched their little heads kindly. This is all his power, including the land and the population.

It has only been a few days since he came to Meng's house instead of the real Meng Zhao, and he has already deeply understood what cultivation resources mean to a warrior.

The poor, the rich and the military are a little rough, but the rich and the couple are more precise.

It's just that when they came to a piece of scorched black land, the air was filled with an unpleasant burnt smell.

All of Meng Zhao's relaxation was gone, replaced by deep anger.

His thick eyebrows like swords frowned, and his left hand fiddled with the jasper Buddha beads more and more hastily, obviously emotional ups and downs in his heart.

This is the most important resource for this Zhuangzi to make money. The medicine field, where many precious herbs are cultivated, brings Meng Zhao a lot of income every year.

What is a medicine field?

Before coming to Zhuangzi, Meng Zhao learned about it. According to the book, it is a kind of excellent soil that has a rare special inspiration in it and can promote the growth of medicinal properties. It is very precious. It is described as a hen that lays golden eggs. Pass.

In particular, some of the herbs grown on his village are rich in essence, and are especially sought after by warriors. They are used to make up for the exhaustion of the body, which is extremely helpful, making it even more difficult to find high-quality medicine in this field.

In contrast, the medicinal materials in the two renewable warehouses seemed insignificant.

It was also the first time for Lu Le to come here, and he was also very angry when he saw such a scene.

The round face was tense, and the big eyes seemed to spew out fire. He clenched his fists and said angrily,

"Then Sun Chuanshan is going to be robbed, so it's fine to rob the medicinal materials. Why do we need to burn down the medicinal fields?"

This question is actually very unreasonable.

What the thieves do is this kind of work of burning, killing and looting.

You can't expect them to be like great benevolent people, and carefully protect the medicine fields to avoid losses.

Lu Zhong may have experienced a lot of wind and waves, or he has seen it many times, so he has no special emotions, but just said lightly,

"These [-] acres of medicine fields are the highest quality and most precious medicine fields in our village, and all the medicinal materials used for the supply and marketing of martial artists come from here...

Now that the fire has burned down, the medicine field has been completely abandoned. "

Meng Zhao felt distressed and asked,
"Can't it be recovered?"

(End of this chapter)