Chapter 34: .Ruzi can teach

That's all, let's do that first.
It won't work anymore in the future, change it again.
As for the changes in the order and the evening will affect the majesty of the city lord?
City Lord Zhang has countless ways to let people in the city appreciate his majesty.
Santos, wayward.
As for the current situation, the first person in charge in the bureau, of course, is held concurrently by Mr. Wuyun in his vest.
As with government affairs, he is here only to get an overview.
The actual work is left to the subordinates.
The relevant leader, he also has a suitable candidate.
However, this candidate is slightly special.
The tall man appeared in front of Zhang Dongyun, who had reverted to the image of an old man in black.
"The younger generation has seen the senior." Wen Hu saluted the old man in black.
Mr. Wuyun, dressed in black, sat behind the table and looked at the tall man in front of him.
His tone was indifferent: "Your life, like everyone else, belongs to your majesty."
"Junior understands."
Wen Hu looked solemnly: "If it hadn't been for Chang'an's protection, the younger generation and the people would have died under the sword of Tang Jun."
He saluted Zhang Dongyun, who was pretending to be Mr. Wuyun in front of him: "The great kindness of the city lord and the seniors, the juniors are unforgettable, and they will do their best to repay them."
Right now, he no longer doubted that the magic masters here would use everyone to collect blood and refine souls and practice magic skills.
But unlike others, his mind does not entirely belong to Chang'an.
In this regard, he is different from the Hanshan faction or the people who fled.
At the time, between the refugees and Tang Jun, he had nothing to do with him.
It's just that he couldn't bear it when the road was uneven, so he got involved.
He has his own pedigree, and he has a sense of belonging.
But he had planned to sacrifice his life for justice, but he was saved because of Chang'an.
Wenhu also cares about this kindness:
"Senior, please allow me some time to go back to my hometown and report the matter to the teacher before returning to Chang'an to serve."
Zhang Dongyun, who looks like Mr. Wuyun, didn't ask him where he learned from, but just looked at him with interest and didn't speak.
Wen Hu thought that Zhang Dongyun was questioning the truth of what he said just now, and said sternly:
"The man was born in this world, standing upright, he speaks and spit a nail, he has no regrets, please trust me, senior."
Zhang Dongyun said lightly: "If you go, the old man believes you will come back as promised."
Wen Hu nodded gratefully: "Thank you, senior."
"But..." Zhang Dongyun's tone was calm: "If one day, your teacher and Chang'an are enemies, where are you going?"
Wen Hu frowned.
He and Zhang Dongyun looked at each other.
Zhang Dongyun's eyes are like a Pinghu, without any waves.
But the invisible pressure revealed in it called the tall man opposite, almost suffocating.
Wen Hu fell into silence and remained silent for a long time.
Zhang Dongyun did not urge, and calmly leaned back in his chair.
"The junior masters understand the righteousness. Chang'an City will help the world and save the people. There will be no conflict between the two. If there is one day..."
After a long while, Wen Hu finally spoke again, his voice lower than ever:
"There is a dilemma between grace and righteousness. There will be a day when the younger generation will only have to decide on their own, thanking Shimen and Changan."
Mr. Wu Yun's image of Zhang Dongyun heard the words, his tone was calm as usual: "Stupid way..."
He looked at Wen Hu and smiled faintly: "...but, barely enough."
With that said, Zhang Dongyun had a small burden in his hands.
He took out a letter from it and threw it to Wenhu.
Wen Hu was confused at first, took the letter and opened it for a few moments. His expression changed slightly.
The letter is a secret report from Ming Guangwei.
The content mentioned that in the Longbei County Civil Revolution, the leader was not a native of Longbei, but the accent of Yuqiu Mansion in Shangnan County.
Order Ming Guangwei's upper echelon to arrange personnel to go to Yuqiu Mansion in Shangnan County to check his identity.
Along with the letter, there is even a simple portrait of another Wenhu.
Although the portrait is only five or six points similar to himself, there are some words on it, describing some of Wenhu's physical characteristics.
"An Pavilion, a well-deserved reputation..." Wen Hu let out a long breath after reading the letter.
Although he tried his best to conceal his teaching history, some clues were still found.
Using the means of the hidden pavilion, if you continue to dig deeper, it may not be impossible to find out his details.
He doesn't want to hurt the teachers, but the situation will not be necessarily reported by the time.
"Senior, this letter is..." Wen Hu looked up at Zhang Dongyun.
Zhang Dongyun said indifferently: "Since I am here, naturally there is no such thing as the Dark Pavilion."
Wen Hu breathed a sigh of relief and solemnly bowed to Zhang Dongyun: "Thanks to the seniors intercepting this letter, I helped the juniors a lot...and also helped the juniors' teachers."
There is no need to say anything from the old man in black in front of him, Wen Hu's own thoughts are already bright.
He said in a deep voice: "Senior has great magical powers, and it is the junior Meng Lang just now. I hope seniors don't care."
Zhang Dongyun slowly nodded: "Russ can be taught, then, do the errands with your heart."
At the bureau, apart from Wenhu, Zhang Dongyun continued to investigate and selected several candidates from the refugees to build the initial framework.
On the Hanshan faction, no one was selected.
With everything gradually getting on the right track, the first batch of residents in Chang'an City began to divert.
Some people, especially farmers, went out of the city.
Outside the city, they can get land.
In the initial emergency, after filling their stomachs, everyone will start to support themselves.
Land and crops must be the initial foundation.
For the displaced people, although the homeland is hard to leave, it is best to have their own land, a prosperous life, and good weather.
In addition to the farmers, there are still some people who have left their homes in Chang'an City, who have been hiding in the fields before.
Among them are craftsmen who rely on their skills, scholars who have been forced into exile for their livelihoods, and rogues who have been idle.
Most people worked hard to return to their old professions, adding countless fireworks to the city of Chang'an.
The whole city, inside and out, is gradually on the right track.
If ignored, this city is located in the middle of the mountains.
At this moment, a group of people walked through the mountains and forests and came outside the city, looking at a fertile field and the majestic city from a distance, everyone was in a daze.
A middle-aged man in the lead, stroking his long beard, asked those around him: "Fourteenth brother, is this the Chang'an City you are talking about?"
The man beside him nodded: "It's right here, but there weren't so many people before. It seems like an external rumor that the refugees of Longbei County finally settled here."
The long-bearded middle-aged man nodded slightly, looking at the word "Changan" at the top of the city:
"I hope that this place can also become a place for our Chen family to regain a foothold."