Rebuild the Xiuxian Family

But before that, we still need to save these mortals.

Li Zhirui flew to the grain store in the county town and bought a large amount of cheap ordinary grain, enough to feed those poor people for two or three months.

By then, this year's grain will have ripened.

Moreover, he estimated that the problem in Guanzhou should be resolved by then.

"How much ordinary grain do you have in your shop? I'll take it all!" As soon as Li Zhirui entered the largest grain shop, he made his request without any further ado.

The shopkeeper looked surprised and said, "The guest wants to buy so much grain? The price won't be cheap."

"Just give me the numbers."

"There are still 500,000 jin of grain in the warehouse, and another 200,000 jin will be delivered in a few days. If the customer is not in a hurry..."

"No need, I only need 400,000 catties." Li Zhirui interrupted the shopkeeper, saying that enough food should be left for the common people in the city.

"Ordinary grain costs three coins per pound, but for a large purchase like this, it costs two coins and six fen, which is one thousand and forty taels of silver."

"Ah."

With a thought, a silver note and four taels of gold appeared in Li Zhirui's hand.

The Great Qian Dynasty had silver notes, and they had existed for many years and were quite well-developed.

"Please come with me." After verifying that the silver note was in order, the shopkeeper led him toward the warehouse not far away.

All the ordinary grains were stored in one warehouse. Li Zhirui scanned it with his divine sense and immediately understood the situation.

He waved his hand over the mountain of grain, and in a short while, 400,000 jin of grain were neatly piled up in his space.

"Good job, customer!"

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up immediately, but despite the praise, the inventory still had to be taken.

The shopkeeper quickly confirmed the remaining quantity and said with a smile, "Indeed, there are still 100,000 catties of grain left. Is there anything else you need, sir?"

"No need." Li Zhirui shook his head and turned to leave.

On his way back from buying grain, he passed by the back gate of a grand mansion and saw dozens of servants busily carrying something.

As he got a little closer, he realized that the wooden buckets they were carrying were filled with food! And all of it was made from expensive ingredients!

The food that was thrown away was enough to feed many people and keep them from going hungry for a whole day.

"It's truly a case of the rich feasting while the poor freeze to death on the streets..." Li Zhirui sighed, lamenting.

"Huh? Who's talking nonsense!"

These words drifted on the gentle breeze and reached the ears of a young man dressed in brocade robes. His previously gentle demeanor vanished, and he blurted out, "What do the lives and deaths of those lowly people have to do with us? It's their own fault for not working hard enough, for their parents and ancestors for not working hard enough, for not being smart enough! How can they blame others?!"

Li Zhirui glanced at the man indifferently, a dark light flashing in his eyes, and said coldly, "Your brow is dark, you never cultivate merit in the past, and you will surely suffer calamity soon!"

"Damn bastard! Who are you cursing?! Guards! Arrest him! Give him a good beating, as long as you don't kill him, I'll take responsibility!" The man roared furiously, his face contorted with rage.

But before the servants could make a move, Li Zhirui vanished into thin air in front of everyone, giving them a huge fright.

If it weren't for the clear blue sky overhead and the presence of the Humane Law Network, they would have truly believed they had encountered a ghost.

But because of this sudden turn of events, the young man in brocade robes dared not say anything more and hurriedly walked into the courtyard in a somewhat disheveled manner.

Li Zhirui didn't take the man seriously at all. What was there to care about a dying man? He simply sped up and headed out of the city.

At his speed, he returned to the village in no time.

He didn't show himself, mainly because he was afraid of trouble and having to explain himself later. It would be easier for him to leave a few bags of grain for the poor families and leave quietly.

In any case, Li Zhirui's actions nowadays are more based on his own mood, that is, his thoughts are clear, rather than on gaining the gratitude of these mortals.

Besides, it's of no use to him anyway.

It was the next day when he finally delivered all 400,000 jin of grain he had on hand.

After completing this task, Li Zhirui did not rush to leave Guanzhou. Since he had decided to deal with the Confucianists and change the situation in Guanzhou, he needed to personally investigate and find out the various problems.

Only in this way can we be targeted and better defeat Confucianism!
In just a few days, he discovered that in addition to the problem of people not having enough to eat, there was also class solidification, officials and nobles hiding a large number of people, seizing large amounts of land, and deceiving the people.

Moreover, these problems are not isolated cases, but rather very common throughout Guanzhou!

Li Zhirui even recorded these details one by one, so that they could be used as evidence in the future.

While he was busy investigating and collecting clues, many people discovered that their homes suddenly had several extra bags of grain.

"There's food! There's food!" A woman with a sorrowful face saw the bags of grain, covered her mouth, collapsed to the ground, and sobbed uncontrollably.

If it weren't for the timely arrival of this food, she would have almost died along with her child, to avoid suffering in the world.

"Thank you, immortals! Thank you, gods..." The crowd offered a haphazard string of thanks.

Since no one knew who had placed it, they dared not make a big fuss, fearing that outsiders would find out and rush to borrow grain.

So they could only express their gratitude silently in their hearts, and even set up blank shrines because they didn't know who did it.

……

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way quickly!"

Suddenly, the sound of galloping horses rang out from the city gate, accompanied by anxious and fearful roars.

The people in line knew from the sight of the newcomer that he was no ordinary person, so they dared not provoke him. They quickly parted to make way for the rider galloping on horseback.

The man on horseback was tall and burly, with a menacing look on his face, and he probably had many lives on his hands. But the person in his arms attracted even more attention.

The once pristine white silk robe was now stained dark red with a large amount of blood, and blood was still dripping from it.

"Make way! Let them into the city!" Even the guard captain hurriedly told his subordinates.

Da da da--

The horse galloped past the guards without stopping, and even after entering the city, it did not slow down.

"Captain, why did you let them in directly?" *Slap!*
The man who asked the question was slapped across the face. The captain said in a low voice, annoyed, "Are you blind? Didn't you see that man was holding someone covered in blood?"

"If I'm not mistaken, then it should be Xie Yaozhi, the eldest son of the Xie family!"

He had met the man on horseback a few times by chance and knew that he was the head guard of the eldest son of the Xie family!
The only person who could make this person so anxious is the eldest son of the Xie family.

"You all need to be careful and keep a low profile during this time. Don't provoke the Xie family, or you'll get yourself into trouble!" the captain patiently instructed the group.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and tensed up. They finally understood why their captain hadn't cared and had let the people in without intervening. It wasn't that he didn't care, but that he dared not!
The Xie family is the largest family in the area!

His grandfather once held the rank of second-grade official, but the Xie family's influence did not decline because of his retirement, as his three sons are now all in promising positions in the officialdom, either serving as vice ministers or prefects.

In addition, the Xie family's former disciples and officials constitute a considerable force throughout the entire Daqian Dynasty!

These seemingly glamorous guards were nothing more than ants in the eyes of the Xie family.

Meanwhile, some people among the crowd recognized their identities and began to discuss them.

"Shut up! All of you, be quiet and line up to enter the city! If you dare to make any more noise," the captain shouted as he saw the situation was getting out of hand.

This kind of thing can't be discussed openly. He's just afraid of being implicated in the crossfire.

……

the other side.

The guards, riding swiftly, finally arrived at the Xie residence.

Although it was only a short while, it felt incredibly long and unbearable to him, because he could feel the life force of the person in his arms rapidly fading away, their breath growing weaker and weaker.

"Quick! Go and fetch the old master and Physician Jiang from the manor. Something has happened to the young master!" The guard shouted before he even arrived, hoping to save some time.

Since no one made any arrangements, the servants at the gate panicked upon hearing this. Fortunately, a few of them were quick-witted and hurriedly ran to various parts of the mansion.

For a time, the Xie family mansion was filled with a lot of noise and commotion. The atmosphere was tense, and the servants were uneasy, fearing that they would be punished.

Doctor Jiang rushed over and, upon seeing Xie Yaozhi covered in blood and barely breathing, his expression changed drastically. Without time for a thorough examination, he immediately sealed Xie Yaozhi's life force to prevent him from dying within a quarter of an hour before beginning his diagnosis.

"Doctor Jiang, how is Yao-ge'er? Is he alright?" The frail and elderly Old Master Xie asked with a worried expression.

Although Xie Yaozhi had many of the vices of a spoiled brat, he was the smartest and most astute among his grandchildren, and the responsibility of maintaining the Xie family's social standing rested on his shoulders.

If he dies, the remaining grandchildren will all be mediocre. If they want to maintain the family line, they will either have to urge their three sons to continue to have offspring, or they will have to take in or adopt younger generations from the clan.

If they could, who would willingly hand over their hard-earned wealth, resources, and connections to someone who isn't even a blood relative?

"call--"

Doctor Jiang exhaled a long breath, his face looking very unwell. He said in a deep voice, "Grandpa, my medical skills are shallow. I really cannot save the young master. I can only barely seal his life force so that he will not die for a short time."

"What?!" The old man was shocked. He had personally invited this doctor, who came from a family with a long history of medical training and whose teacher had once been a royal physician.

Even he wasn't confident he could save Xie Yaozhi?
If even he can't do it, then who can?

There are not only doctors whose medical skills surpass those of Physician Jiang, but many of them. The question is, can Xie Yaozhi maintain his condition until they are called in?

"I would be grateful if you, Dr. Jiang, could save my grandson's life. I would even risk my reputation to ask a master doctor to come."

"Of course," Dr. Jiang nodded in agreement.

Old Master Xie slowly walked out and demanded of the kneeling guard, "Xie Ping! What's going on here?"

"Reporting to the old master, today was the same as usual. The young master took us hunting at San Tou Mountain outside the city. The young master saw a deer and then abandoned his post to chase after it."

"But who would have thought that a black bear demon was hiding in the forest! Caught off guard, the young master was seriously injured by the black bear."

"A black bear demon? Are you sure? A demonic beast has appeared in the mountains on the outskirts of the city?"

"I'm sure. When I returned, the black bear demon had already been surrounded. If I'm not mistaken, it should have been captured."

The black bear demon's cultivation level was not high; its ability to severely injure Xie Yaozhi relied solely on luck and a sudden, unexpected attack.

"It must have been that evil Taoist priest who cast a curse on the young master. Otherwise, why would a demonic black bear suddenly pounce on him while he was hunting in the mountains?" Xie Ping suddenly said, as if he had remembered something.

"Who is that person!" Old Master Xie's gaze sharpened, and he asked in a cold voice.

"I don't know who he is, but that day..." He roughly recounted what happened that day.

After hearing this, Old Master Xie's anger suddenly dissipated. The passing cultivator probably didn't actually curse him; on the contrary, as he said, Xie Yaozhi brought it upon himself.

After all, he knew perfectly well what Xie Yaozhi had done before.

Why didn't he stop it? Because in his eyes, those were all trivial matters. As long as he could uphold the Xie family's banner, he didn't care about anything else.

But the lesson he has learned has taught Grandpa Xie a valuable lesson.

"Grandpa, should we send someone to hunt down that evil Taoist priest?" Xie Ping was still furious, completely unaware of the cause and effect of the matter.

Grandpa Xie waved his hand weakly and said, "No need. We don't even know who that person is. How can we find him in the vast sea of ​​people?"

He is now preoccupied with how to persuade renowned doctors and national experts to travel thousands of miles to Guanzhou to treat his grandson.

……

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Having completed his investigation of the situation in Guanzhou, Li Zhirui was preparing to head to the capital. Little did he know that a casual remark he made some time ago had led to him being falsely accused of being a heretic.

But he didn't care. What difference would it make if he said a few words?
Besides, he had no idea about it at all, or rather, he had long forgotten about it.

Since the capital was located within Guanzhou and surrounded by it, the two places were not far apart, and Li Zhirui could reach it without much travel.

On his journey, he encountered a group of children playing and frolicking.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the children were from the families to whom he had distributed grain, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Seeing that all the children were still alive and well, Li Zhirui felt a sense of relief, and his state of mind was quietly elevated at this moment!
Although the improvement was rather minor, considering his expenses—only a thousand taels of silver and a day or two—it was already very worthwhile and a great deal. (End of Chapter)