Longevity begins with refining blood essence

Chapter 41: The Posture of a Sovereign

After Fang Chen left, countless warriors rushed over after hearing the sound. When they saw the traces left on the ground, they were shocked to the extreme.

"What a big footprint! This is a tiger claw, this is a dragon mark, and this is a sword mark. My God, this sword mark is unfathomable, I'm afraid it will reach the center of the earth!"

"What kind of person is capable of such a shocking act? Could it be that the demon from ancient times has resurrected again?"

"It is said that when a great master reaches the realm of Martial Saint, all the skills he has practiced will be displayed in the form of Dharma images. The more skills he has practiced, the more Dharma images he will display. Could it be that this was left behind by a powerful person who broke through the realm of Martial Saint?"

"But... But why are there so many Dharma images here? Could they all be cultivated by one person? If they are the Dharma images of one person, how strong must he be? In this world, there are only a few people with the most Dharma images. Those who have ten can be regarded as world-famous and everlasting. This guy actually has dozens of Dharma images. Is he still a human?"

"It's fake, it's definitely fake. There is absolutely no way anyone in the world can do this. If it turns out to be true, maybe the other party is indeed a martial saint, but he doesn't have so many Dharma images. He just got excited and deliberately created an illusion with his own strength."

"Yes, that must be the case."

People can only force themselves to believe this, because if it is true, their worldview will probably collapse.

As for Fang Chen, after he left, he came to the vicinity of Linyuan City again, but found that the people in these cities had gradually settled down, which was much better than the desolation and despair when he went to Chuzhou Prefecture.

People have begun to repair their homes, young and middle-aged people have started to dig canals to drain water, farmers have started to cultivate the land again, and children have escaped the shadow of hunger and are playing happily on the roadside. Although it cannot be said that everything has been restored, the changes that are visible to the naked eye are gratifying.

He passed by a tea stall of canal diggers and stopped to watch. A woman carrying a child on her back poured a bowl of tea and brought it to him.

"Brother, the weather is hot, drink a bowl of boiled water."

"Thank you."

Although the Martial Saint no longer needed to eat or drink, Fang Chen did not refuse the other party's kindness.

He took out a tael of silver from his bosom and handed it over, but the woman kept waving her hands to refuse.

"No way, it's just a bowl of boiled water, how can you charge money for it? This water is given for free."

"Keep it. Consider it my donation of love for this place."

"Thank you very much, brother."

Fang Chen drank the boiled water in the bowl, sat on a wooden stake beside him, and asked with a faint smile:
"Sister, I heard before that these cities were flooded because of the Qianjiang River bursting its banks, causing the people to become homeless and even cannibalistic. But now, in just a few months, they have become prosperous. This is completely different from the previous rumors."

The woman smiled and said:
"This is all thanks to our Fourth Prince of Daqian. It was indeed as the rumors said before, and even worse. Even I was almost kidnapped and made into rice meat.

Later, the fourth prince came. He first executed the county magistrates of several cities who were inactive, then dispatched troops to maintain order, opened the granaries to release grain, and created a work-for-relief method, letting the men dig canals to divert water, repair river embankments, and reclaim fields. We had food to eat, and he opened a clinic for us, providing free consultations. Only in such a short time did he restore order in these cities. "

Upon hearing this, Fang Chen felt both surprised and somewhat appreciative.

"I never thought that the fourth prince is actually a royal who loves his people like his own children."

"Yes, now the people of Linyuan City, encouraged by the Fourth Prince, have begun to rebuild their homes. I believe it won't be long before everything is back to normal."

The woman's face was filled with joy, and when she talked about the Fourth Prince, her eyes lit up, and she obviously approved of the Fourth Prince very much.

Considering that Jianghai County Magistrate Chen Shouren and Bai Yunfei were all subordinates of the Fourth Prince and were all quite upright, it seemed that the Fourth Prince was indeed very good. At least compared to other princes, this was a prince who truly cared about the people and worked for them.

As they were talking, several figures in long silk gowns came over.

The leader had a noble look on his face, and was obviously not an ordinary person, while the people around him were all innate.

Fang Chen took a quick glance and guessed the other person's identity.

"Big sister, give me some boiled water."

"coming."

The woman smiled at Fang Chen, turned around with the child on her back and poured boiled water for the few people.

"Sister, how is the progress of the field opening here today?"

"It's much faster. The court is willing to provide food, and the men are full and willing to work hard. In just one morning, our village has opened up more than a hundred acres of land."

"That's good. We must reclaim more land. I heard that the Fourth Prince has asked the court for an order that half of the newly reclaimed land will belong to the government and the other half to the people."

"That's great. The Fourth Prince is truly a living Bodhisattva."

The woman became even more excited when she heard this.

A few of them smiled, drank a bowl of boiled water, and then started to discuss the matter.

"Fourth Master, although the damage has been gradually repaired, bandits are still rampant. If we can't find a few capable operators to come, I'm afraid the people will still suffer."

The man called Fourth Master frowned.

"Although I want to transfer a few capable officials, I have too few available people. If I ask for transfers to the imperial court, I am afraid that the other royal brothers will take the opportunity to extend their hands to me. At that time, although I may not have to worry about bandits, I will have to worry about them stealing from the public and exploiting the people."

"It's really hateful. We finally helped these people get rid of their suffering, but in the blink of an eye we have to watch them trapped in cages again."

"What can we do? His Majesty does not care about government affairs, but only focuses on cultivation. How many of the princes, except our Fourth Master, are willing to truly care about the people?"

Fang Chen had been observing the Fourth Prince from the side. With his strength as a Martial Saint, he could clearly see the other's eyes and hear his heartbeat, so he knew that he was not lying and was truly caring about the people. This was indeed rare in a world like this.

If I could become an emperor, it might be a blessing for the world.

As the saying goes: If you are successful, you will benefit the people; if you are unsuccessful, you will improve yourself and be seen by the world.

If I become a Martial Saint, many things will be just a piece of cake for me, but they will be of great benefit to the people of the world.

As a young person who has received the red education of the 21st century, it is a pleasure to have passion in my heart and do good deeds that benefit the country and the people.

(End of this chapter)