"Mr. Fang is here."

"Hello, Mr. Fang."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Fang."

There were countless old deacons squeezing forward. Some pulled Fang Che aside alone, and some directly surrounded Fang Che with dozens of people...

Then one by one, they tried their best to stuff banknotes and resources into Fang Che's hands.

"Mr. Fang, we know these are too few, but...it is too heavy for you to come up with it yourself. We don't want this title anymore. We must ask Mr. Fang to accept these..."

"It can be considered that we have done our part for the brothers who sacrificed their lives... and done our best."

"Yeah yeah……"

Everyone is very honest and wants to contribute.

Our brothers, our comrades, and our comrades-in-arms, we can’t let Mr. Fang go out alone, right? Then who are we?

Now that the fire has started, I will add more firewood even if I die!

People have the same mind and the same reason.

More and more people did this, and Fang Che felt helpless.

Because this matter really shouldn’t be expanded.

He simply jumped onto the high platform, waved his hand for everyone to stop, and then said loudly: "I understand everyone's thoughts, and I understand everyone's behavior, but I can only do this by myself, so please stop talking.

Worried about me."

"Also, why can I do it in my own name? Because, although we know that this is a good thing, it is not a good thing for the world's guardians, because there will inevitably be comparisons.

...We have guarded the main hall, but what about other guarding halls? Right, all of these must be considered."

"Also, everyone comes to send me money, resources, and participate together. I understand your intention. But... people may be poor or rich, and their situations are different. We cannot generalize... You all come to send me money, and others have no idea.

In the eyes of colleagues of Yinzi, it is natural to form a kind of forced donation...right? Then should they take it? If they don't take it, they will feel uncomfortable. If they take it, their families will be in trouble. We are all fellows, who doesn't know

Who? Whose family is truly wealthy?"

Fang Che's words made all the deacons think deeply, with heavy sighs on their faces.

As Fang Che said, maybe in the eyes of outsiders, everyone looks glamorous when it comes to eating and drinking, but they know that their lives are really not that comfortable. Things often happen when people are stretched thin.

Especially when it comes to cultivation resources, the feeling of helplessness arises every day.

Fang Che continued: "Furthermore, this is also a kind of comparison and persecution for other guard halls. Because the family members of other guard halls who sacrificed their comrades will inevitably think that Baiyunzhou can raise money.

You can't get along? So, I know you have good intentions, but your good intentions will drive down all the comrades in the world."

This sentence is more intuitive.

Many old deacons nodded silently.

Someone sighed: "We understood this truth as soon as Mr. Fang said it. But Mr. Fang is doing it alone, after all, it is still too much."

Fang Che smiled and said, "Don't be embarrassed, everyone. Don't feel sorry."

He stood on the high platform, smiled casually, and put on an infinitely melancholy face: "Who made me so rich? Who made me have so much money, I can't spend it all, I can't spend it all!

You don’t understand my melancholy and my helplessness... Just let me spend some time on my own."

Suddenly everyone below fell silent.

Now I no longer want to donate money, and I also want to rob some.

Steal? Stealing is not allowed.

You can't beat him for stealing.

But thinking about it, I still can't beat him... everyone felt even more melancholy.

Of course, Fang Che was just joking, saying: "So this time I'll take the lead first, and at most you can treat me to a few more drinks in the future, right? Just treat me as if I'm drinking again, you won't be so stingy, right?"

"

Suddenly everyone burst into laughter: "That's inevitable!"

Fang Che said: "Everyone, hurry up and work. Someone will be here in the afternoon. We don't have much time. How are you preparing everything? It's our first time doing this work, so don't lose anyone."

"That must not be possible!"

Everyone is busy again.

Donating money is no longer mentioned, but everyone understands in their hearts that Mr. Fang has really done both a good deed and a disaster.

A good thing is a good thing, but as time passes and word spreads, I don’t know how many people will point their fingers at Mr. Fang and scold him for Shaobao, putting on a show... forcing others to roast on the fire, etc...

People's hearts are complicated.

Just because you have done something good, the whole world will understand you and praise you.

Some say that you win people's hearts, some say that you are trying to gain fame, some say that you harbor evil intentions, some say that you break the rules, and some even say that you may come to ask for financial support...

After all, only a few people receive funding, but the vast majority do not receive resources. Compared with the entire world, they are insignificant.

Mr. Fang is still as careless in doing things as ever.

In other words, after careful consideration as always, I still resolutely go further and further on the road of being a single husband.

"Mr. Fang, what a tough guy!"

Jing Xiuyun couldn't help but admire from the bottom of her heart: "If I hadn't gotten married, I would have crawled into Mr. Fang's bed no matter what!"

Zhao Ying'er on the side blushed and spat: "Sister Yun said it so harshly, huh...my brother-in-law of yours is also a well-known hero."

"Comparing your brother-in-law with Mr. Fang...the cultivation of martial arts and doing things is like the fluorescent light and the bright moon. If you compare the appearance, it is like the dung beetle compared with the swan...Oh, I won't say it anymore. The more I talk about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes, and it's a bit disgusting.

, people are more irritating than others..."

Jing Xiuyun sighed, looking sideways at Zhao Ying'er's eyes, and said leisurely: "I wish we could meet before we were married... Ying'er..."

Zhao Ying'er's eyes were following Fang Che's figure in a trance. When she was called, her face turned red and she was in a hurry: "Where is this window grille posted?"

"Hahaha……"

Jing Xiuyun laughed loudly.

Halfway through laughing, she noticed that carriages were starting to arrive at the gate of the guard hall. It was the goods she had ordered yesterday. She quickly waved her hand and led a group of people to check the goods.

Another group of carriages came from the distance, and the custom-made boxes arrived.

"A few more people, this way, this way." Jing Xiuyun called.

Then the entire guard hall became busy.

It was really too busy. Countless carriages were arriving to deliver goods, and they were lined up tightly. Everyone guarding the hall directly used their body skills to swish back and forth.

…

Fang Che stood at the highest point of the guard hall, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking at the rows of houses extending out of Baiyunzhou below, silently lost in thought.

Yuan Jingjiang appeared behind him at some unknown time.

"Fang Che, thank you!"

Yuan Jingjiang was silent for a long time before finally saying this.

"There's no need to thank me, that's also my colleague."

Fang Che sighed softly and said: "Same robes are like brothers and feet, they should not change due to life and death."

"Fang Che, do you know how many people have died in the Baiyunzhou Guarding Hall in the past hundred years?"

Yuan Jingjiang asked seriously.

Fang Che was stunned, and suddenly realized that he had overlooked something. He couldn't help but sweat on his vest, and turned around suddenly.

"How many people have been notified? Or is there a time limit?"

"You don't need to worry about these. You have already paid so much money. It is not appropriate for you to worry about anything else."

Yuan Jingjiang said: "The notice was sent to the families of the deacons who died within a hundred years, more than a hundred years ago... Each family has some supplies. And these parts, the entire person guarding the hall was busy all night, and they have already

All have been sent over.”

"Any family member who has ever served and sacrificed his duty in guarding the main hall... one share for each family, whether it is five hundred years or one thousand years."

"But the oldest ones can only be traced back to six hundred years ago. As for the older ones, even blood relatives can't be found."

He sighed softly: "As for those who can come, some of their family members within a hundred years are in Baiyun Continent, and some are in other continents. Last night, 175 people set out overnight to pick them up."

Yuan Jingjiang showed a hint of bitterness on his face.

"The price of today's prosperous age is how many heroic souls are sleeping forever..."

He seemed to have a lot of emotion to say, but he could only say these few words and could no longer say any more.

"Xishan Cemetery..."

Fang Che asked silently: "How many of us were buried?"

"It has been thousands of years since the Xishan Cemetery was established, until a few days ago... until Tang Zheng was buried in it..."

Yuan Jingjiang stared blankly at the rising sun in the sky, and said word by word: "Buried 471,979 of our Baiyunzhou Guards Hall!"

Four hundred and seventy-one thousand nine hundred and seventy-nine!
To be continued...