Wei Xiyin transmigrated, reincarnating as the legitimate daughter of a noble aristocratic family. She originally thought she held the script for a family drama, but who would have thought she would...
Wei Ji seldom went out in the past because he didn't want to attract too much attention.
As the patriarch of the Wei family, he holds a very high status in the fortress.
At that time, the outer wall had not been fully built, and zombies would occasionally sneak in. Whenever he went out, his tribesmen and followers would become extremely nervous and would follow him closely.
Imagine that Wei Ji is walking in front, followed by a long line of people.
In addition to Wei's followers, there were also a large number of clansmen. Even if those people didn't know him, it would be hard for them not to notice him.
Word quickly spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and every trip out of the house would cause a sensation.
Over time.
Wei Ji was too lazy to go out anymore.
The border wall was repaired recently, and when Wei Zhongxun came over, he mentioned the situation in the county.
Wei Ji suddenly became interested in the cement factory and some workshops he had never heard of, and finally decided to go and take a look.
Of course, as expected, it caused a sensation again.
Knowing that the clan leader was coming to inspect, the men nervously cleaned the workshops they were responsible for overnight to ensure that there was not a speck of dust in the area they managed, and strived to make sure that even the uppers of their shoes were spotless after they walked through!
They thought that even if there were any shortcomings, when the patriarch saw the spotless workshop, he would know that they were working hard!
But the people working in the city didn't know.
Seeing the attitude of the young men, I thought the patriarch was a very neat and clean old man.
The people suddenly felt nervous and came out spontaneously to clean the county town. They cleaned every corner from beginning to end, even the walls were wiped clean until they were glistening.
The tribesmen who managed the communal kitchen were silent for a moment, then quietly picked up the rag and began to wipe the stove...