When granaries are full, people know etiquette.

After finishing their own business, the group from Zhao Family Village felt the changes in their bodies and picked up their abandoned etiquette and rules again.

Fortunately, although there was no water around, every house on the street was empty.

They've been lingering here for days, and they know which homes still have old clothes to change into.

After all, when you're hungry, you'll dig out even the mouse holes.

A group of people, smelling terrible, went to rummage through their clothes. Fang Ruotang couldn't help but vomit a few times and urged Fang Shengtang to hurry up.

"Big sister, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

The person was saved, so why stand here? After waiting for her to finish pooping, she was about to faint. She felt like the air around her stank, and she felt terrible.

Fang Shengtang's face was also very ugly. She originally wanted to ask about the situation in Beiliang because she thought that the people in Zhao Family Village were all educated and that there were officials in the court.

After all, they know more than ordinary people.

But... this place is really not suitable for lingering.

The three ran to the end of the town, where the surroundings were no longer desolate, but a living hell.

The monsters here are clearly different from those in Dayong. The monsters in Dayong can devour people whole, but the monsters here will tear people to shreds, as if they prefer to drink human blood.

Fang Ruotang gagged again and said painfully, "I thought of my third brother-in-law."

Fang Shengtang helplessly handed Fang Ruotang a water pouch, "Stop thinking about him, he'll thank you."

"Oh..." Fang Ruotang responded listlessly, and opened her mouth to speak again, but Fang Shengtang pointed to the people walking in front of her first, "They're back."

Fang Ruotang gulped down two mouthfuls of water, cleared her mouth, and then jogged over. A group of people ran up to her even faster.

"Are you alright?" Gu Yanjin, standing at the front, looked down with concern. Seeing that her complexion was rosier than yesterday, he felt much more relaxed.

"It's okay, it's all done now. Have you finished taking care of it?"

Fang Ruotang subconsciously looked behind them, but Gu Yanjin and his group tacitly blocked her way.

"It's all taken care of now, let's move on to the next place."

He had already asked the little mirror, and there was more than one type of low-level, unintelligent monster, which was normal, but they were all just as easy to deal with.

"Okay!" Fang Ruotang didn't really want to go see it.

This wasn't even the main battlefield, yet it was already covered in blood and flesh on all sides. She dared not imagine how terrifying the scene would be if she went any further in—it would probably be even more terrifying than a slaughterhouse!

"Grand Preceptor, Grand Preceptor."

Just as Fang Ruotang and her group were about to board the spirit boat, the people from Zhao Family Village caught up with them.

"Don't come up, just stand there. You guys smell too bad. My nose is much more sensitive than most people's, and I can't stand this smell." Fang Ruotang supported herself with one hand, her expression exaggerated.

The people of Zhao Family Village blushed instantly, their lips trembling.

Although I felt ashamed, I still had to speak out.

Chief Zhao knelt down first, and the people of Zhao Village knelt closely behind him.

"Grand Preceptor, thank you for saving our clan. From now on, we Zhao family members will follow your lead and serve you faithfully to repay this great kindness."

"No need! Now that you know I am the Grand Preceptor of the Great Yong Kingdom, you should know that we are not on the same path. However, if you are interested, you can go to the Tianyi Sect to test your spiritual roots. If you have spiritual roots, you can join the Tianyi Sect, and we will meet again in the future."

"What did you say? Does the Grand Preceptor mean that we Northern Liang people can also have our spiritual roots tested and enter the Heavenly Sect?" someone from Zhao Family Village exclaimed excitedly.

The person next to him threw a punch.

"What do you mean 'we are the people of Beiliang'? You are the one who is from Beiliang. We are now the people of Xin Dayong."

"That's right, can't you speak properly? We are people from the new Dayong."

His words sparked a mass attack from his clan.

He chuckled foolishly, "Yes, yes, we are people of the new Dayong. Thank you, Grand Preceptor, for not looking down on us lowly people and for giving us this opportunity."

"There's no such thing as low or low class. Now that we've incorporated Northern Liang and Western Zhou into our territory, we won't divide you into different classes. What the people of Dayong have, you will have too. It's just that the officials in the court are ordinary people, and they can't solve the problems here immediately. In the future, Dayong's new grain will also be transported here. After planting one or two seasons, everyone's life will be better."

Although Fang Ruotang came from a noble family, due to health reasons, apart from recognizing a few characters, she had not received much education and could not speak fluent Mandarin.

Standing here, talking to the people of Beiliang, is like chatting with a friend. It is precisely this approachable demeanor that earns him the most praise from the people.

This was true in the Dayong Dynasty, and it was even more so in the Northern Liang Dynasty.

After all, for ordinary people, it is already a very positive thing for those in high positions to treat them like human beings.

“I know you are a good person. As an official of our Dayong, you have already arrived in the capital of Beiliang. You can actually ask for an official position to help our Dayong pacify the world as soon as possible and let the people live a peaceful life. Don’t bury your talents.” Fang Ruotang had just looked at Chief Zhao.

Having both knowledge and ability, and being a large clan with many members who are all reasonable and understanding, is no easy feat, even for the Fang clan.

The larger the clan, the more malignant elements it contains.

Chief Zhao disliked officialdom; he simply couldn't stand the bureaucratic style.

"Thank you for your guidance, Grand Preceptor. We will now proceed to the capital."

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