How many level 4 techniques are there in the entire Eastern Kingdom?
Fang Zong knew that it was normal for someone of his status to encounter someone at the fourth or even fifth level of magic, but to encounter two fourth-level magic users in one night was still too unusual a coincidence.
This isn't Beijing!
The tourists also stood up and looked at the freak with his head buried in the grass at Fang Zong's feet. They were surprised that Fang Zong hadn't killed him directly.
But just as Fang Zong said, he didn't care about this 'toy'.
"Hello, suit-wearing thug."
Hai Youke's smile faded, revealing him to be a very old-fashioned, even somewhat dogmatic, young man.
He first introduced himself:
"Haiyou is just a nickname. My surname is Ou, my given name is Huaguang, and my courtesy name is Zizhan. You can call me Ou Zizhan."
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"Because... Ou Zizhan..."
At 8:20 p.m., the neon lights outside the window became even more dazzling. The once luxurious room was now a mess, with a broken coffee table and sofa mixed together, and the television was emitting black smoke.
The little yellow cat and the green turtle, tired from their fight, curled up on the wreckage of the television. Malha and the pink woman were having a long phone conversation, leaving Miao Ying alone, staring blankly at the noisy night outside.
She spoke to Ye Xiuxiu in her mind.
“Because… Ou Zizhan…” Ye Xiuxiu sighed again.
Miao Ying asked, "Who is Ou Zizhan?" But this time, Ye Xiuxiu refused to answer.
Who exactly is Ou Zizhan?
Miao Ying pondered curiously as she drank the blood in the cup in one gulp. Fang Zong wasn't there, so she didn't need to force herself to drink blood anymore, but Ye Xiuxiu urged her to drink more. When asked, Ye Xiuxiu only said that Fang Zong's idea was probably correct.
Without any reason, Ye Xiuxiu insisted that Fang Zong's idea was correct. When Miao Ying asked why, Ye Xiuxiu only said one sentence—
"Because... Ou Zizhan..."
"Ou Zizhan!" Ye Xiuxiu called out as she ran over, only to find Ou Zizhan reading a book. He was standing in a corner of the simple government office and hadn't heard her call at all.
"Really..." Ye Xiuxiu pouted and sat down on the threshold. "Studying again? What's the use? You've already passed the imperial examination and become an official." She couldn't understand why Ou Zizhan was always immersed in books, spouting benevolence, morality, and classical Chinese. Humans only live for a few decades. What's the point of reading so many books if you're just going to take them to your grave?
"Oh, it's Xiuxiu." When Ou Zizhan came back to his senses, it was already dusk. Ye Xiuxiu was resting her chin on her hand, watching the sunset. She tilted her head and said, "The old locust tree is blooming again."
"Yes, it's blooming again," Ou Zizhan remarked with a touch of emotion.
Grandpa Tree, Ancestor Tree, Eldest Tree... The old locust tree is revered and worshipped by the people in the neighborhood, but he always felt that something was not quite right.
The locust tree is considered yin in nature. He had consulted many books and only knew that the locust tree was harmful, but he did not know that there was such an old locust tree that could provide shade to a region.
Ye Xiuxiu said, "It would be great if you could help me cut down the old locust tree."
"The old locust tree represents the will of the people; if it is cut down, the people's hearts will be in turmoil."
Ou Zizhan liked this lovely girl very much. Although her background was somewhat unclear, what did it matter if someone's background was unclear in this chaotic world?
He touched the hair bun of Ye Xiuxiu's maid and laughed, "You don't understand."
“You always say I don’t understand, as if you’ve read a lot of books and you understand everything. Then tell me, there are floods everywhere lately, how can you, as the local official, prevent the floods from coming here?”
"Open channels, release floodwaters, build dams, and reinforce dikes!"
Ou Zizhan said confidently, "I have already gathered many village elders, and they have agreed to recruit laborers to prevent the coming flood. Don't worry, as long as we are united, the flood will not be able to harm us."
Ye Xiuxiu rolled her eyes: "What about the big locust tree? The locust tree wants to eat people!"
"You seem to know a lot about the big locust tree?"
Ou Zizhan said with a smile, "The locust tree cannot be cut down. If the locust tree is cut down, people's hearts will not be united. The people here believe that the old locust tree protects them. They are willing to unite and work hard for survival and survive even in chaotic times. But if the old locust tree is cut down, people's hearts will have no support and will fall into chaos. If they fall into chaos, people will die, many, many people will die."
"Can't you rely on this? You have a lot of prestige too!"
Ye Xiuxiu was particularly surprised.
In this chaotic world where the government was largely ineffective, Ou Zizhan's prestige was quite high, as he could gather village elders and conscript local strongmen. She felt that Ou Zizhan was someone the people could trust, that the old locust tree was no longer needed, and moreover—
She's so tired; all the sunlight she gets is used to suppress the old locust tree.
"No, we can't defy the wrath of the masses. If we cut down the old locust tree, we'll all die." Ou Zizhan reached out, wanting to touch Ye Xiuxiu's maid's hair bun.
Ye Xiuxiu got angry, ran far away, and yelled with her eyelids drooping, "You spineless man, I'm ignoring you!"
Ou Zizhan simply shook his head.
Everything proceeded smoothly. More than 300 able-bodied men dug canals to release floodwaters and built dams to reinforce the dikes. The flood season was almost over.
On this day, Ou Zizhan inspected the dike as usual: "This place is no good. When the flood comes, there will be a turning point in the rapids here, and the impact will be the greatest. We need to continue to raise and reinforce it." "And there, if the dike breaks, it will flood a large area of farmland. We don't have much food, so we must reinforce it and send people to guard it."
Ou Zizhan's eyes were bloodshot; he hadn't slept for two days and two nights.
He didn't see his little darling (Ye Xiuxiu), and his worry for Ye Xiuxiu brought him to the brink of physical collapse.
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