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    Fu Xiaowa's life began to feel a little peaceful. Every time he practiced, he brought back a few days' worth of food for Heiyu, so he didn't have to take time to run outside all the time.  As Fu Xiaowa's speed in solving the trial teams has increased, the work in the trial field has been changed from three games a day to nine games a day. Now he works for five days and rests for five days.

    Since the number of games has increased overall, the teams that went to the Purgatory Trial Field had no complaints.  Squeezing out the time, Fu Xiaowa can take time to go to the Sutra Pavilion to study the moves and techniques of the Everlasting Sorrow Sword Technique.

    The Everlasting Regret Sword Technique is based on the Everlasting Regret Fist and is extended upwards. The sword technique is divided into nine forms. Now he has studied the third form by himself. The sword technique is profound and profound. The further you go, the more difficult it becomes.  It needs to be improved in accordance with one's own internal strength cultivation realm.

    Because he often went to Master Kang Chenyi¡¯s alchemy room to plunder, the supply of elixirs for his practice was barely adequate. Although he returned the contribution beads very quickly, he was still far from being able to settle the situation.

    Time is extremely precious to Fu Xiaowa, but Fu Xiaowa still took out precious time to visit the beggar's den outside the imperial city.

    The weather was still hot, and the earth was steaming with heat. Fu Xiaowa panted and put his hand on the doorpost of the wooden fence. When the guard on the wall saw Fu Xiaowa, he shouted in surprise: "The village chief is here, open the door quickly.  , open the door quickly!"

    With a clicking sound, the heavy tree trunk fence door opened from the inside, and Fu Xiaowa looked inside full of happy faces.

    Fu Xiaowa was stunned for a moment, then waved and said: "Hi!"

    The crowd inside suddenly became excited: "Hello, Mr. Village Chief!"

    After not coming for a few days, the whole Fujia Village has changed drastically.  Tens of thousands of beggars worked together to build the building, and a wall of wood had been built around it.  Like a big fortress, it can defend against robbers and wild beasts.

    When Fu Xiaowa entered the village, he saw that these beggars had put on new clothes. Although they were linen and coarse cloth, they looked much better than the original tatters.  After entering the village, there was already a large flat village road. Although there were some small potholes filled with dirt, it was no problem for the carriage to drive on it.  There are already houses built of yellow mud on both sides.  It is more sheltered from wind and rain than the original tree branch shack.

    Seeing everything so peaceful and peaceful, Fu Xiaowa was happy from the bottom of his heart.

    On both sides of the road, there were busy people hanging clothes and repairing houses. When they saw the village chief arriving, they all ran to the door to greet them.

    Huang Shengkai.  The beggar Fu Xiaowa met when he first arrived in the imperial city is now also a young man. Hearing Fu Xiaowa's arrival, he rushed to greet him in a hurry.

    "Village Chief Fu, you have come to see us!" Huang Shengkai came towards us with joy.

    ¡° Fu Xiaowa saw that he was still wearing the loose clothes that didn¡¯t fit him well, so it was no wonder that he was left alone with no one to take care of him.

    "You've done a good job taking care of this village. Look, it's all well built!" Fu Xiaowa praised.

    "Everywhere we are, it is because of the leadership of the village chief that we are where we are today!"

    "I, I didn't do anything. I just came back soon to see that all this is the result of your own efforts. Look at their work, it seems to be quite good, and the doors and windows are quite exquisite!"

    Huang Shengkai said: "Actually, we beggars are not all beggars. Most of us have fled the country and become beggars. Many of us have some skills on hand. These people used to be blacksmiths, some were carpenters, bricklayers, and even some  People can read and write. I called them together and asked them to put together their respective craftsmanship, and then set up a carpentry workshop, a blacksmith shop, and a tile-making kiln. I found some young people with bright ideas to learn the craftsmanship from the workshop masters. Now  We have been able to produce a few bricks and ironware by ourselves, and some are even sold in the Imperial City. We also want to make money on our own so that we will no longer be a burden to the village chief!"

    "My ability to help you is limited. If you want a better future, you have to rely on your hands to fight for it. Now, you are doing very well!" Fu Xiaowa nodded.

    "Here, we still have to thank Miss Xian'er. She helped us solve many initial problems, such as tools and materials."

    "Miss Xian'er" Fu Xiaowa muttered. He knew that Xian'er was a very good girl and had been helping so much. It can be said that if it weren't for Xian'er, this village would not exist.

    "Yes, she comes here often, and she happens to be in the village now!"

    "Oh?" This made Fu Xiaowa feel what a coincidence.

    Huang Shengkai took Fu Xiaowa to visit Fujia Village, which was under construction. At this time, a considerable number of workshops, ironware, brickwork, and carpentry had been built in the village. The village also organized a special construction team to build some large buildings.  Other beggars also opened up wasteland to grow vegetables and fruits. Although Xian'er and others had to find silver to buy many things, they have now slowly begun to be self-sufficient.

      Now, the number of people in the village has slowly approached one hundred thousand. Beggars and deserters are coming from all over the place. It will only be a matter of time before the number exceeds one hundred thousand.

    Officials have noticed the small town formed on the edge of the imperial city, but the number of one hundred thousand people is not that many. In terms of the imperial city with a population of tens of millions, this is just a trifle. In addition, Zhao Xian'er's family  No one here dares to care about the relationship between North Korea and China.

    With a population of nearly 100,000, for a young lady from a wealthy family like Zhao Xianer, the pressure to afford it is also huge.

    A walled city with a population of 100,000 is already quite large, with more people and greater strength. The built roads extend in all directions, and there is also a small square in the walled city.

    Huang Shengkai led Fu Xiaowa to the small square, and under the scorching sun, a group of beggars could be seen lining up to receive porridge.

    The most eye-catching thing is the figure in the white dress under the small square. The temperature is quite high. The firewood is boiling the big pot of white porridge. Even if there is a small shed, it can't stop the unbearable feeling.  heat.

    That figure seemed to be the most beautiful figure in the world. Fu Xiaowa was staring at it with a little bit of sadness in his heart. He saw Xian'er busy with her concentration and wiped the sweat from her forehead from time to time.

    Huang Shengkai looked over and sighed: "We tried to persuade, but we couldn't. Miss Xian'er insisted on doing it, and even helped clean the clothes of the sick and beggars. She is our benefactor, our great benefactor!"

    Fu Xiaowa nodded silently.

    I saw a commotion in the crowd over there, the white figure slowly fell down, and there was an exclamation from the crowd: "Miss Xian'er has fainted!"

    Fu Xiaowa and Huang Shengkai were immediately shocked. They quickly stepped forward and saw Xian'er, who was already wearing dirty white clothes, collapsed on the porridge table due to heat stroke.

    It¡¯s hard to imagine that a rich girl like this has done so many things with her frail appearance.

    "Quickly, carry it to a cool place!"
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