This time I chose Paladin

Nie Weiyang took it well, but a few ordinary people passing by nearby almost vomited and quickly ran away. The agricultural student didn't even look up and continued with his work.

"...This might be someone who studies agriculture." Xiang Feng muttered, "The one catching...catching apples is Gong Yunfei, a doctor of agronomy. He and several of his junior students followed their advisor to Langcheng for practical work.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you. The seeds and generators you gave us were really important."

"Doctoral supervisor of agronomy? Where is he?" Nie Weiyang asked subconsciously, skipping the topic of seeds.

He actually has some separately stored agricultural paper materials here. If they can be handed over to the right person, they will definitely be able to play a greater value.

Xiang Feng shook his head: "Dead."

……pity.

Nie Weiyang sighed and walked towards Gong Yunfei.

At this time, a doctoral supervisor may represent an entire new system, but...

When a person dies, everything becomes empty.

Xiang Feng followed him to Gong Yunfei. As soon as they got close, they smelled a pungent stench mixed with a smell similar to alcohol.

"This is what happens when fruit rots," Gong Yunfei said. "These apples were already rotten when they were found. There's nothing we can do about it."

She stood up from the mat and wiped her hands with a towel, but hesitated for a moment and still did not shake hands with the two men: "My hands are dirty."

"My hands are even dirtier." Nie Weiyang said. Xiang Feng also smiled and stretched out his hand.

Gong Yunfei smiled. Her skin was a bit dark, and her plain face had a steady and bright look. After shaking hands with the two men, she asked, "What's going on?"

Xiang Feng looked at Nie Weiyang, and Nie Weiyang took out a hard drive.

"Here are some agricultural materials and papers," he said. "Do you know how to read them?"

Gong Yunfei was stunned. She was obviously puzzled as to why someone would prepare such a thing, but her clever mind allowed her to immediately play dumb. She reached out her hand sleekly, "Yes! The army previously gave us a laptop computer to monitor greenhouse safety and keep ecological records..."

As she spoke, her eyes widened, staring at the hard drive as if it were a gem. Nie Weiyang handed it to her and watched her take off and rush into the wooden security room next door.

"...It's quite fast." he said.

Xiang Feng shook his head and laughed. The two of them followed him into the security room and saw Gong Yunfei had already expertly connected the external hard drive and opened the folder. She was fascinated by the list of papers and checked the file size, then shouted, "Liu Zi! Ah Yu!"

Two young people, a man and a woman, who had just delivered two boxes of worms, ran in quickly: "Sister Feifei?"

"Electronic instruments are unreliable. Take out the paper and pens we were given earlier. You two will be responsible for copying during this time..." Gong Yunfei scrolled through the screen, her voice suddenly paused, and her tone changed. She stared at the familiar signatures on the row of papers. After a long silence, she spoke again, her voice filled with a muffled cry: "...copy the papers, starting with, starting with Teacher Lin's."

Nie Weiyang was the first to leave the security room, and Xiang Feng also slipped out quietly and closed the door considerately.

The two of them stared at each other in silence before leaving. Not long after, two familiar female voices rang out from not far away: "Brother Nie? Captain Xiang?"

Chapter 26: Peace

Yun Ni and Liu Ye Ning came over excitedly. One of them was using a crutch on his left arm and the other had a splint on his right arm, but they both looked almost healed.

"They used to say it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, but things are different now!" Yun Ni beamed with joy. "After a month, I felt I could remove the splint, but the doctor wouldn't let me, saying we were all inexperienced and we can't have a CT scan right now, so we better be careful..."

Liu Ye Ning smiled quietly beside her. At first glance, you couldn't tell how ferocious she was when she was forced into a corner, but the arm with gauze hanging around her neck still revealed what had happened before - in Daliushan, when those people subdued Liu Ye Ning, they actually broke her archery arm.

The four of them walked side by side in silence for a while. Yun Ni seemed to have a lot to say, but hesitated for a long time and finally just laughed: "Speaking of which, my hearing is much more sensitive after having an extra pair of ears, and my balance and agility are also better after having a tail. They all said that if I don't continue to be a clerk, I can consider becoming a scout. Haha, when my injury is completely healed, let me go back to Earth and run 800 meters. I can ask the Sports Bureau to send me to the national team!" - Liu Ye Ning said that she was helping in the kitchen in the cafeteria, and the power of an archer allowed her to stir-fry a large pot of food with one hand. This was probably the second best thing that happened in the new world.

"What's the best one?" Nie Weiyang asked.

Liu Ye Ning looked at Yun Ni, and also at Liu Ye Ping who was walking hurriedly in the distance with a stack of documents in his arms.

"We're all still alive," she said, a bright smile on her face.

When the girls left, they both waved vigorously to Nie Weiyang, and Nie Weiyang waved back. He was always nice to his own people.

When he turned around, he found Xiang Feng looking at him mischievously, but he just shook his head. Xiang Feng then turned serious and said, "Let's go."

"Let's go." Nie Weiyang said.

Langcheng wasn't a big city, and Nie Weiyang ran into quite a few familiar faces on one street, most of them elderly people he'd brought from surrounding villages. A few elderly farmers carrying shovels spotted him and surrounded him, chatting for a while. They were all laughing and talking to Nie Weiyang about their lives these days, what they'd been doing, and how everyone was undergoing unified military training in tactics and combat awareness.

"It's militia training!" the old farmer said in dialect. "I took classes when I was young!"

"It's available now." Nie Weiyang continued with a smile, "What are you going to do today?"

"Hey, let's go to the greenhouse and farm." The old farmer patted the handle of his hoe. "I've been farming all my life, and it's no different from continuing to farm here. I do whatever the country tells me to do, and that's the same as it is."

Nie Weiyang watched them leave with a heart full of respect.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and let out a breath.

Builders, farmers, tailors, scholars, clerks, cooks...

Yes, of course he could see that people were harboring anxiety and pain, but everyone was working hard and putting a smile on his face.

Nie Weiyang's mood became increasingly complicated, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice: "Why is prostitution still not allowed in troubled times?"

He frowned and looked towards where the sound came from - a tiled house.

At the same time, another voice started telling dirty jokes, and the people inside laughed out loud. Someone else complained that they wanted a wife right away: "Shouldn't the higher-ups require all women to have children to maintain the numbers? Those female college students outside are quite good, much more beautiful than those half-closed doors before. I'm reluctant to marry them..."

"Aren't you afraid of getting caught again?"

"Catch? Who? The army? The police? Fighting zombies and finding food are enough to keep them busy! If all else fails, they can just secretly get some girls to play with..."

"What if we get discovered..."

"Kill them, bury them, and feed them to the zombies. They won't know..."

At first, Xiang Feng obviously didn't hear clearly, and after a few words, he was already red with anger.

"What are you thinking, these idiots!" He gritted his teeth and blurted out the dialect he had learned from his fellow villagers. He waved and walked in with the guards, "All of you, get out!"

Theft, robbery, rape... Those who died in Langcheng during this period were not shot by the army!

The tile-roofed house was in chaos. Nie Weiyang knew that Xiang Feng didn't want him to interfere - the other party knew how dangerous Xiang Feng was better than anyone else in the city, and was probably afraid that the scene would be too ugly if he took action - so he continued to wander around Langcheng alone.

Soon he saw an elementary school classroom. Not far away was the hospital, with a red cross, the symbol of medicine, erected on it. These two houses were obviously the best houses in the vicinity. The windows were blocked by wooden boards, leaving only a few gaps for ventilation. Several teachers were squatting outside, two of them holding notebooks made of precious paper, and the other four were poking in the mud with wooden sticks.

They were talking quietly, their voices muffled by the hum of the rainy season. Nie Weiyang approached and only then could he hear that they were rewriting the textbook from memory.

"Trust me, I've taught elementary Chinese for thirty years, and I can recite every edition of the Chinese textbook even in my sleep." A middle-aged woman shook her raincoat, the stick in her hand creating ripples in the puddle. "This page is 'Drunken Writing at Wanghu Tower on June 27th!' Black clouds roll like ink, yet fail to obscure the mountains. White raindrops dance like pearls onto the boat. A sudden, earth-shaking wind blows away everything, and the water below Wanghu Tower is as vast as the sky!"

This unwavering aura shocked Nie Weiyang. Although he had never learned this text as a child, a subtle feeling still reminded him of his childhood dominated by his homeroom teacher...

But at the same time, Nie Weiyang was a little worried: there was no complete paper textbook among the things he put in his backpack.

Because the backpack only has 100 compartments, and there are too many types and versions of textbooks, putting them all in would take up too much space. But he also has a solution -

Nie Weiyang leaned over and pulled out a "Wild Vegetable Identification Manual" from his backpack, a set of three mysterious books with words like "militia" written on them, and placed them in front of the teachers.

"I think they should learn this first," he said. "What do you think?"

The teachers looked at each other for a moment, and the thirty-year-old Chinese teacher took the books.

"Indeed," she said, "but some of the content here is a bit outdated. We need to work with people from the hospital and the army to re-edit it..."

Nie Weiyang was slightly stunned: "Have you seen it?"

This teacher... doesn't look like someone who is interested in these things?

"My son used to love reading these. He'd always talk about time travel and the three great books. So I looked for some and read them, but it turned out to be just the same stuff I read as a kid," the Chinese teacher rambled on. "Then he went to college and started working, and because I told him he didn't need them, I left the books he bought at home... Oh, why didn't I stuff them in his suitcase? I wonder how he's doing now..."

Nie Weiyang listened patiently. The rain had soaked him through, but his physique had completely exempted him from things like lobar pneumonia, so he didn't care.

He only occasionally pushed up his sunglasses because they kept sliding down. When a few young teachers saw this, they dug out a raincoat from somewhere and offered it to him, but he politely declined.

"It's okay." Nie Weiyang said, "I'm a combat expert. Maybe I can help you write something related to combat and survival."

The Chinese teacher gave him a suspicious look—all he could tell was that his Constitution and Strength attributes must be very high.

"What evidence do you have?" she asked subconsciously, then realized her tone might be too sharp. After a pause, she added, "I mean... we are responsible for what our children learn."

Nie Weiyang smiled and opened the access rights to his personal profile.

"My name is Nie Weiyang," he said.

Chapter 27 The way forward

For about two hours after that, Nie Weiyang did not move around, but sat on the steps with the teachers, using his own experience and knowledge to help write textbooks.

He wasn't surprised to discover that any elementary school teacher possessed more knowledge in the humanities and sciences than he could remember, because his knowledge wasn't particularly broad. Twenty years spent almost entirely pondering how to fight and solve life-or-death problems had transformed him into a fighting machine. He had a hundred solutions to problems and those who caused them. He could describe them elegantly or calculate the answers precisely...

Well, not very good at it.

But this is normal. No one is omnipotent, especially in the New World where everyone has some problems.

While Nie Weiyang was chatting happily with the two male teachers, Xiang Feng arrived. He seemed to have dealt with the previous matter and his expression had returned to normal.

Nie Weiyang stood up and walked to the corner with him, and the two talked in low voices.

"Is it solved?" Nie Weiyang asked.

"It's solved." Xiang Feng replied.

Nie Weiyang raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Xiang Feng shook his head: "People."

"You shot them?"

"They were shot. They took advantage of the early instability to steal things, but they were so well-pretended back then that we couldn't spare any help. We also had to appease the people. The victims didn't insist on appealing after their supplies were recovered." Xiang Feng chuckled. "Now... do you really think General Mobilization is a joke?"

At this time, any words or actions that could potentially shake people's hearts are considered tantamount to murder and arson. Human hearts are something you can't gamble with. Some people are worse than animals at heart, and now that the Dark Ages have begun, those people will only feel that their nature has been "freed."

Normal people, regardless of gender, age or status, as long as they have a little value, will be regarded as prey and resources by these people, and they will not feel any guilt, because selfishness is engraved in their souls, and harming others for their own benefit has become an instinct. The experiences of Yun Ni and Liu Ye Ning have explained all this.

The more precarious social rules are, the more those who break the rules should be regarded as public enemies, because the absence of rules is always the most terrifying.

Xiang Feng sighed. "At first, I thought, 'You can't be so strict right from the start,' mainly because there are so many elderly people and children in the city, and I was afraid it would scare people... But I realized that day. People are just like that. They usually think the control is too strict, but if they really don't, they'll be finished immediately. The first to be killed are the elderly, the weak, and the disabled. After that, I made up my mind. Anyone who crossed the line would be shot, no matter who it was. I even shot two of my own soldiers."

He shook his head and said nothing more.

"Don't waste bullets," Nie Weiyang warned. "They'll be needed in many situations later. If you can safely resolve the situation with ranged skills and melee, try melee."

After all, reloaded bullets are not as good as original bullets. Before the logistics can provide a stable supply, bullets are very precious, and original bullets are even more so. In the shooter profession... well, in many parts of North America, original bullets and bullet shells even serve as currency between players.

In other regions, since there aren't many professions with ranged attack power, everyone will gradually become a sacred melee master...

"I understand." Xiang Feng said, "What about you? I see you're having a good time chatting with these teachers. Do you want to come and teach?"

"No, it would be a sin for me to teach." Nie Weiyang waved his hand.