Fairy, I really am a villain!

'In the past twenty years of my life, even if I hadn't met you, I would have lived a good life.'

"Don't worry about me. Besides, this is just a short separation. I might have already arrived in the capital before you send your reply."

"Although Dingjun's matter is a bit tricky, I can still handle it."

'It's just that sometimes I feel like it would be nice if you were around.'

"...I don't miss you that much either."

"I just hope that I can finish the current matter quickly."

When Wang Ningzhu recalled the few words written in the letter, his face still felt hot.

It shouldn't have been exposed, right?

Besides, we've held hands, hugged each other, and even kissed each other... At this point, what is there to be shy about?

"Phew. Well, time to get down to business."

Shaking her head, she got rid of these complicated thoughts and turned her attention back to the things at hand.

Looking around, there were spots of scarlet on the flat yellow earth, and the water in the canal running through the center was the same dirty color; a group of farmers in cloth shirts, carrying hoes, stood on the ridges of the fields, with some sadness in their eyes.

These were originally the best farmlands outside the city. They were polluted by the demon blood, making it difficult for crops to grow, and thus causing the people who used to make a living from the land to lose their livelihoods.

From this point of view, it is necessary to keep the demon clan thousands of miles away: it is hard to say whether the dead Nether Python King did it on purpose, but it did bring a lot of trouble to the Central Plains.

“Everyone!” Wang Ningzhu rolled up his sleeves and waved to the people on the ridge, “Get out of the way, I’m going to take action!”

Hearing this, everyone dispersed to the side.

Then, she stretched out her right hand and opened it into a palm, closed her eyes, and a blurry huge image of Dharma appeared behind her.

Its entire body is a thunderous light blue, like a dragon. Its features such as deer antlers, lion mane, and eagle claws are very obvious. Only the claws are not clear, but overall it looks as majestic as a prison.

"rise!"

As Wang Ningzhu pulled his hand upward, the rich power of heaven and earth fluctuated, and a large piece of soil floated up out of thin air before his eyes;

Then, the scarlet demon blood in the gap shot out in all directions, gradually gathering into a large ball of blood floating in the air and slowly falling down.

Seeing this, an armored soldier stepped out and collected the demon's blood in a basin.

Finally, the soil rustled down, followed by warm cheers all around.

Some farmers even dropped their hoes, knelt on the ground and bowed their heads, but were stopped by the Longwei Army.

After wiping the sweat from his temples, Wang Ningzhu put down his trembling hands, smiled at everyone, and quickly repeated the process.

It's funny to say that her job now is to turn the soil and remove blood, which is a kind of alternative purification.

Originally, this work should be done by the common people themselves, and the Wang family would just provide some farm tools for them to use. Not long after the war ended, they placed several emergency orders.

As a result, the Chamber of Commerce that delivered things a few days ago raised the price by 40% out of thin air, and Wang Ningzhu only managed to get it down to half of the price when he went to negotiate.

There was nothing she could do. She thought that the high price must have a reason, so she led people to distribute the things. As a result, most of the things broke down after just a few days of use. The things that she bought at a high price became a pile of scrap metal, which is now piled up at the entrance of each village.

——I went to see the manager of the Chamber of Commerce, and the reply I got was that they were only responsible for transportation. If there were any quality issues, I should go to the blacksmiths who produced the products. After further inquiries, I found out that the place of production was Luyang.

“There is no other way. If we don’t solve the land problem, it will be planting time soon.

If we can’t grow any grain this year, we’ll have to get it from other states. If we run into another disaster and can’t get any grain, many people will starve to death after the state’s charity granaries run out of food…”

Although Wang Ningzhu understood this truth, she had no one to discuss it with - her brother and he had both gone to the Divine Capital - so she could only talk to her Longwei Army and go into battle herself.

As for asking those respected elders in the family to go to the fields and turn the soil?

It's not like she hadn't thought about it, but firstly, she couldn't get anyone to do it, and secondly, the people couldn't afford it.

Even where she went, people there lined the streets to welcome her. Every family prepared food and brought it to her in a basket... It was not a condolence, but more like an offering to the gods.

After all, in the eyes of the world, the exterior scenery probably exists like this.

"General, can you take a break?"

A subordinate handed her a towel and Wang Ningzhu shook her head at her.

"It's okay, I can still hold on, let's finish this area as soon as possible..."

Shaking off the sweat from her forearms, she looked up at the sky and suddenly thought of something for no reason: If that guy were here, he would be able to think of a better solution, right?

I don’t know what Xiwen is doing at this time.

It was difficult to complain about Wang Jiaming, and Wang Ningzhu was actually reluctant to let him do it...

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boom!

With a crisp sound, the door of a cloth shop outside the city was kicked in. A group of constables in red uniforms rushed in and guarded all the exits inside and outside.

"Everyone inside, put your hands over your heads and squat in the corner!" The voice of the leading young man resounded throughout the room, "If anyone dares to resist, I will chop him down with a knife!"

There was chaos in the cloth shop for a while. A fat shopkeeper in a dark jacket came over, rubbing his hands, as if he wanted to say something, but was kicked to the ground by Fang Xiwen.

“Third Young Master…” “Don’t you understand what I’m saying?!”

With a loud shout, the detectives behind him drew their shining swords, forcing the man to swallow back what he wanted to say.

After a quick glance, Fang Xiwen waved his hand again and said, "Kong Yucai, take another group of people to block the back door. Hurry!"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison and ran around.

Looking at this situation and the blood on the tips of everyone's knives, the shopkeeper knew that this time they were serious.

He glanced towards the backyard and could not help but warn: "Third Young Master, do you really have to go to this extent?"

"What do you think?" Fang Xiwen lowered her head and smiled, "I have already raided two of your places. Shopkeeper Song, do you think you are special enough to be let off by me?"

"you..."

Fang Xiwen laughed and shook his head.

After he jointly submitted a petition to execute first and report later and posted the notice of the Liu Zhuo case, he did not wait foolishly for witnesses to come, but directly led his men to target the black gloves of the evil sect who did the dirty work for Liu Zhuo and the Song family.

"Thanks to the legacy left by our Lord Liu, otherwise your place would not be easy to find."

"What nonsense are you talking about—" "Have all the assassins you raised been transferred to the normal business stores?"

There was a sound of fierce fighting coming from the cloth shop, and the face of the shopkeeper in front of him suddenly turned pale.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen stopped smiling and grabbed his collar, "Do you think everything will be fine if you hide it? Oh, you think I don't dare to check.

After all, even the Six Gates' top detectives are in the same boat with you guys."

"Since you know that, why don't you withdraw your people?" The shopkeeper appeared to be strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and began to struggle violently.

"How funny! You are the ones who are caught!"

With a bang, he threw the shopkeeper to the ground and clapped his hands.

Suddenly, the constables guarding outside became confused and shouted urgently: "No, we can't go in there..."

"Get out of my way!"

With a delicate shout, several people broke through the blockade and rushed in.

It was Song Qin, and several other young ladies who were on good terms with her. They were like delicate flowers blooming in this chaotic and violent place.

Seeing that the detectives were all rummaging around, Song Qin repeatedly stopped them, and even blocked them with her body. She frowned and said to them, "Come on, why don't you kill us weak women too?!"

Looking at these noble and beautiful girls, everyone hesitated for a moment and turned to look at Fang Xiwen.

"The chief clerk..."

"That's enough." He walked up to the group but looked back. "Why are you here? Where's that loser Song Canxing? Did I slap him so hard that his guts were shattered?"

"My brother is busy, so I am taking care of the family business for him," Song Qin looked at him fearlessly, as if sizing him up. "Third Young Master, if you stop here, I can still help you explain a few things."

"Do I need you? Get as far away from me as possible."

It seemed as if he had never expected to be scolded so harshly. Song Qin was stunned for a long time, and a look of grievance appeared on his face.

She pursed her lips, her eyes reddened: "Fang Xingyun, do you have to be so ruthless?"

"What kind of relationship do I have with you——" "Didn't you like me before?"

When this angry shout was uttered, not only Fang Xiwen was stunned, but even the constables around him had frozen expressions.

Some older guys reacted.

Although it was a rumor whose authenticity was unknown, the Third Young Master had indeed been engaged to the Song family. The reason why not many people remembered it was because the Song family had come to cancel the engagement a long time ago and returned all the betrothal gifts.

"...What?"

These words almost made Fang Xiwen vomit out yesterday's dinner.

"Yes, although it was me who asked my father to cancel the engagement, but you did nothing wrong at that time?" Song Qin glared at him, "With the reputation you had before, who would dare to marry you?!"

Seeing her like this, Fang Xiwen seemed to understand something.

In the eyes of this woman, she should be the one she "looks down upon"; and Wang Ningzhu, who was engaged to him, was a stupid and unlucky person... It was out of this "watching a joke" mentality that she came over again and again.

"Let's put things aside. Why are you stopping me now?" He narrowed his eyes. "Are you trying to use this little bit of 'favor' to ask me to let him go?"

"So what? What did these people do wrong that you have to kill them on the spot?" Song Qin stared, "Can't you just hand them over to the government?!"

She stood in front of him, looking like she would not give up until he gave her an explanation.

"Okay," Fang Xiwen sighed, "Then I'll tell you now what they did wrong."

As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of documents from his sleeves. "Three years ago, your Song family presented 50,000 rolls of freshly woven fine silk to Yang Mingyue, the Minister of the Interior, for his birthday. A full 50,000 rolls.

Do you know where this thing came from?"

"Bought?"

"Bullshit! How could that state government produce so much out of thin air?" Fang Xiwen shook his head and flipped through the documents. "First, they brought people to trample all the newly sprouted seedlings to death, forcing the people to sell their land at a low price in exchange for food, otherwise they would starve to death.

I followed the big households and merged all these farms, and planted mulberry seedlings instead.”

"...How is that possible?" Song Qin shook her head subconsciously.

"That's not all. Even so, the mulberry fields are still not enough, because some people with rich family backgrounds can survive this year and are unwilling to sell them.

So they sent out those demonic thugs to kill the family directly, leaving only one or two children. In the end, they counted the number of people killed and occupied most of the land. "