Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Lu Zhong looked at Meng Zhao, his cloudy eyes full of distress, and said,

"Master, I know you have been wronged this time, but don't worry.

If the owner of the house does not give our second wife a reasonable outcome in this matter.

Even if I risk my life, I will definitely seek justice for you. "

Seeing this, Meng Zhao shook his head repeatedly, smiled gently, and said comfortingly,

"Uncle Zhong, what you said is so serious, not to mention that the uncle's opinion is not clear yet, even if he calms down the matter.

This grievance is nothing to me.

No matter how wronged I am, can I still be as wronged as spending ten years chanting sutras and praying for the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng? "

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

Yes, compared to that kind of prisoner-like life, what are these things now?

After picking himself up, Meng Zhao did not forget his true purpose of coming here and said,

"Uncle Zhong, please make arrangements later. I want to meet the family members of those who have died in the nursing home. I want to give them some money and express my feelings. In addition, I also plan to visit this village and take a good look at the pastoral scene."

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 lived up to the people who have sacrificed their lives and blood for the Meng family. They know what they are doing, and they will definitely be very 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 whether the living people can die for him. This is his intention to treat these families of the deceased favorably.

Just like some modern companies that squeeze their employees to death, they also have to engage in some drama of humanistic care.

All in all, accomplishing this will send a signal to others that it is worth working for Meng Zhao.

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

"As for that guy who stole everything and colluded with outsiders to plunder Zhuangzi, Uncle Zhong, please take some trouble to dig him out as soon as possible. I want to use his head to sacrifice these heroic spirits who died."

Meng Zhao's tone was very calm when he mentioned the nurse who cheated and escaped by pretending to be dead, but his murderous intent could not be suppressed at all.

If this man hadn't done all this nonsense, how could he have the troubles he has now?

Lu Zhong took a puff of his pipe and said solemnly,

"Young Master, don't worry. Ever since I found out about his relationship with Sun Chuanshan, I have been sending people to trace his whereabouts. As long as there is news, I will control him as soon as possible and bring him to your disposal."

Killing this person is not only to pay homage to the deceased, but also to warn others that traitors will not end well.

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

They sent a lot of money and condolences, and promised to train their children and settle their future.

In fact, most of these nursing homes have little future, and their martial arts skills are limited.

As time went by at the village, all the ambitions and ideas of practicing martial arts for a better future were gone.

It is 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 injured nursing homes who were personally visited by Meng Zhao, who promised generous rewards and expressed their gratitude in tears.

After all, they were still alive. Meng Zhao, the real owner of the second house, came to express his condolences even though he was injured. What else could he ask for?

And whether this is a show or not, it doesn't matter at all.

The important thing is that everyone gets what they want.

The injured received generous rewards, and the families of the deceased were promised that they would not have to worry about their future lives because of the death of their mainstay. Meng Zhao got the reputation he wanted.

By the time all the matters were dealt with, it was already the end of the year, about three o'clock in the afternoon in modern society.

After visiting these family members, Meng Zhao's interest did not diminish. Accompanied by Lu Zhong and Lu Le and his son, Meng Zhao continued to visit this vibrant manor.

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

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

Just like the fish pond at the east end of Zhuangzi, the big herrings in it are all fat and strong. Meng Zhao's dinner menu tonight must include these big herrings.

Walking and stopping along the way, Meng Zhao and others' mood gradually improved. After all, in such a farm full of life, every trace of air breathed and every inch of land walked carried the breath of nature. Their moods were incredible. It’s hard to do well.

Occasionally seeing a few children with braids, Meng Zhao even touched their little heads kindly. These all belonged to his power, including the land and the population.

It had only been a few days since he came to the Meng family in place of Zhen Meng Zhao, but he had already deeply understood what cultivation resources meant to a warrior.

The poor in literature and the rich in martial arts are a little rough, but the wealthy couple is more precise.

However, when they came to a piece of land covered in charred black, the air was filled with an unpleasant scorched smell.

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

The sword-like thick eyebrows were knitted together, and the jade beads with his left hand became more and more hurried, obviously the emotions in his heart were ups and downs.

This is the most important resource for Zhuangzi to make money. The medicinal fields cultivate and grow many precious herbs, which bring Meng Zhao a lot of income every year.

What is a medicine field?

Before coming to Zhuangzi, Meng Zhao had learned about it. According to the book, it is a kind of fine soil with rare special inspiration that can promote the growth of medicinal properties. It is very precious. It is not a bit unfair to describe it as a hen that lays golden eggs. Pass.

In particular, some of the herbs grown on his farm are rich in essence, and are particularly sought after by warriors. They are extremely helpful to make up for physical depletion, which makes it even more difficult to find high-quality herbs in this field.

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

Lu Le was also here for the first time. Seeing such a scene, he was also very angry.

His round face was tense, his big eyes seemed to be shooting out fire, he clenched his fists and said angrily,

"Then Sun Chuanshan wanted to rob the mountain and just robbed the medicinal materials. Why did he need to burn down the medicinal fields with fire?"

This kind of doubt is actually quite unreasonable.

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

You can't expect them to act like benevolent people and carefully protect the medicinal fields to avoid losses.

Lu Zhong may have experienced a lot of strong winds and waves, or he may have seen them many times. He didn’t have any special emotions. He just said lightly,

"These thirty acres of medicinal fields are the highest quality and most precious medicinal fields in our village. All the medicinal materials consumed by warriors for their martial arts training come from here.

Now that it was burned down by fire, this medicine field has been completely destroyed. "

Meng Zhao felt a little distressed and asked,

"Can't it be restored?"