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Chapter 374 Recruiting Talent

Zhang Heng stood to the side, still holding the documents in his hands, and didn't dare to say a word.

After Li Hu had walked away, he took two steps forward, his face showing some caution, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, indicating that he was in a good mood.

Wu Feng turned to look at him and asked, "How's it going? Have you found any promising talents?"

Zhang Heng nodded hurriedly, placed the document in his hand on the table, pulled out a list from it, and handed it over with both hands: "Yes, Your Excellency. These are the talents we have recruited."

Wu Feng took the list and looked down at it.

Five names were written on the paper, followed by brief introductions—

Zhao Tiezhu, a second-rate martial artist, level 45, is skilled in swordsmanship. He once served as a squad leader in the army, but resigned and returned to his hometown due to dissatisfaction with his superiors withholding his military pay.

Qian Dazhuang is a third-rate martial artist, level 38. He is skilled in spear fighting, has studied military strategy for a few years, and is capable of leading troops into battle.

Sun Changhe is a third-rate martial artist, level 35. He is skilled in archery and has excellent marksmanship, able to hit the bullseye from a hundred paces away.

Li Qingshan, a third-rate martial artist, level 40, is skilled in fist and foot techniques and has decent internal strength, making him suitable as a close-quarters bodyguard.

Zhou Wujin, a third-rate martial artist, level 32, is skilled in swordsmanship, has good stamina, and can fight long battles.

Five martial artists, one second-rate and four third-rate.

They also recruited a few writers; a page was attached to the list with their names and special skills.

Liu Zixuan was a scholar who had worked as a clerk in the household registration office in another county.

Wang Mingyuan was a scholar who had worked as a granary manager.

Chen Boyong is a scholar who writes beautifully and quickly.

Zhang Demao, a scholar, had managed construction sites and was able to allocate manpower.

Wu Feng nodded after reviewing the list.

Five warriors and four scholars. Adding those previously recruited from the gentry, there are now quite a few people in charge of things in the city.

He placed the list on the table and looked at Zhang Heng: "Take these martial artists to Zhou Tieshan's western military camp to take up their posts. Let him make the specific arrangements."

Zhang Heng nodded quickly, picked up the list from the table, and carefully put it away.

Wu Feng continued, "As for the scholars, there are quite a few refugees who have come to the city now, and they all need to be managed. You should send them to arrange for these refugees, compile household registers, assign accommodations, register supplies, and let anyone who can do it do it."

Zhang Heng bowed and repeatedly replied, "Yes, Your Excellency. I will take care of it immediately and make sure everything is arranged properly."

Wu Feng waved his hand.

Zhang Heng bowed again, turned around, and quickly walked out of the front hall.

His steps were much lighter than when he came, his boots making rapid sounds on the blue brick floor, and he quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The lobby fell silent, leaving only Wu Feng alone.

He leaned back in his chair and sat with his eyes closed for a while.

Everything that needed to be arranged has been arranged.

Wu Feng opened his eyes, stood up, walked out of the front hall, through the corridor, and back to his study.

He pushed open the door, walked to the prayer mat, and sat down cross-legged.

Take a deep breath and close your eyes.

With a slight thought, the Nine Yang True Qi in his dantian surged and flowed slowly along his meridians.

The warm, vital energy flowed through my limbs and bones like golden streams.

My proficiency is almost at the highest level; it's time to catch up.

Other matters can be left to those around you to handle, so as not to waste your cultivation time.

No one bothered them, and time passed slowly.

When Wu Feng opened his eyes again, he glanced at the system time—it was evening, almost six o'clock.

With a slight thought, he opened the skill bar and his gaze fell on the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

【Nine Yang Divine Skill (Perfect 2300000/2400000)】

Two million three hundred thousand.

We're still short 100,000.

Wu Feng looked at the line of numbers and let out a long sigh of relief.

Today's training session has increased my proficiency by nearly 300,000.

At this rate, we should reach the Great Perfection tomorrow.

He stood up from the cushion, moved his wrists, and his knuckles cracked a few times.

I sat on the futon for most of the day, and my legs were a little numb, but they felt better after walking a few steps.

He pushed open the door to the study and went out.

The corridor was dimly lit, and several servants were lighting lamps. They bowed to him as soon as they saw him.

Wu Feng walked through the corridor, around the screen wall, and headed towards the backyard.

Inside the pavilion, Li Qinglu, Mu Wanqing, Azi, and Wu Xingyun were already seated.

Wu Feng walked into the pavilion and sat down on the stone bench.

After exchanging greetings, Wu Feng turned to look at the servants standing outside the pavilion and called out, "Go to the kitchen and tell them to prepare a table of dishes and send it over."

The servant bowed immediately, turned and ran away.

Not long after, the old chef came in with two helpers carrying a tray.

There were three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a soup, along with a pot of wine and several small wine cups.

The table was covered with food.

The old cook bowed slightly: "Your Excellency, the dishes are ready."

Wu Feng nodded and picked up his chopsticks: "Eat."

Several people started eating. After a quarter of an hour, most of the dishes on the table were gone.

Wu Feng picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and leaned back in his chair.

Li Qinglu also put down her chopsticks and picked up her teacup to drink slowly.

Ah Zi's belly was bulging from eating, and she lay on the table, not wanting to move.

After chatting for a while, Wu Feng stood up.

"You guys rest, I'm going to rest first."

Li Qinglu nodded.

Wu Feng turned and walked out of the pavilion, across the courtyard, and back to his room.

He closed the door and sat down on the bed.

With a slight thought, the interface unfolds before my eyes, and I tap "Logout" with my fingertip.

A flash of white light, and the hatch slowly slid open.

Wu Feng opened his eyes, sat up, and jumped out of the game pod, using the edge as leverage.

I landed on my feet and stretched my shoulders.

I picked up my phone from the table and glanced at it—7:10.

He pushed open the bedroom door, went downstairs, and left the villa.

It was already dark outside, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow light on the empty road.

I walked along the main road towards the cafeteria, and after about ten minutes, I arrived at the cafeteria.

There weren't many people inside, just a few scattered tables. The aroma of food wafted over, and rows of dishes were laid out at the food counter.

Wu Feng took a tray and ordered two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, three bowls of rice, and a bowl of soup.

I took the tray and found a seat by the window.

The dishes tasted good; the pork ribs were stewed until tender, and the braised beef was thinly sliced.

He ate quickly, finishing his meal in just over ten minutes.

Take the tray to the recycling area and leave the cafeteria.

Standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, I took out my phone, found Li Dahu's number, and dialed it.

It rang twice, and then the other end answered.

"Wu Feng?"

"It's me." Wu Feng leaned against a pillar at the cafeteria entrance. "How's the situation on your side? Any casualties?"

Li Dahu's voice came through the receiver, sounding somewhat tired, but his tone was still relatively relaxed: "There were some losses, but not many. A few dozen died, but it won't have much impact on the battle ahead."

Wu Feng nodded: "That's good. As long as there are no problems."

"Well, how about you?" Li Dahu asked. "How's the resettlement of the refugees going?"

"It's being arranged; Zhang Heng is in charge of this," Wu Feng said. "The Liao vanguard is arriving soon. Once you've rested enough, get ready."

Li Dahu replied, "Okay, I understand."

The two chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up.

Wu Feng put his phone in his pocket and walked back along the main road.

Back at the villa, I went up to the second floor and entered the bedroom.

I walked up to the game pod, opened the hatch, and lay down inside.

The hatch slowly closed, and a faint blue light seeped out from the edges.

A feeling of weightlessness came over me, and everything went black.

A flash of white light.

Wu Feng opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.