Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

"The Baojia system is also known as the Baojia joint responsibility system."

"Ten households form a Jia, headed by a Jia chief; ten Jia form a Bao, headed by a Bao chief."

"Maintaining public order, combating bandits, and checking household registration."

Reading this, General Zhou's face lit up with excitement.

Having managed camps for many years,

he knew a good thing when he saw it, and he immediately recognized the value of the "joint responsibility system."

"Mutual supervision, rewards for reporting..."

Hearing this, the people present revealed joyful expressions.

"If this method is implemented, spies will no longer be a problem!"

"Young Master Tang Wen's method is very clever!"

"Indeed, it's not bad. I didn't expect that the young master not only has good martial arts talent but also has ways to manage the camp."

"..."

The spy problem that had been plaguing the camp was about to be solved, and everyone generously praised him.

The Baojia system was, of course, copied by Tang Wen. This system had a great impact in his previous life.

Due to the complex rural environment in his previous life, it was difficult to implement.

The implementation of the Baojia system often led to many practical problems.

For example, Bao chiefs and Jia chiefs colluding to oppress the good people.

For example, villagers living a little further apart, making it difficult to effectively supervise each other.

But in the Flame Camp, these were not issues.

It was unsafe outside the camp, so everyone gathered to live inside the camp.

Tang Wen planned to have the camp guards serve as Bao chiefs and Jia chiefs.

Above the guards were captains and commanders.

The guards were present in both the inner and outer cities of the camp, and ordinary people could report them.

It was difficult for the guards to collude and oppress others.

The meeting continued, and Tang Wen filled in the gaps: "There will definitely be many problems when this system is implemented. Everyone must be flexible, accumulate experience, and then directly promote it to the vicinity of Five Families City."

The night gradually deepened.

Tang Tang stood up and lit the lamps.

Tang Wen and others continued the meeting, working through the night.

...

Ganshan City, the Huang family mansion.

The square, palace-like house covered a vast area, each side hundreds of meters long and over thirty meters high.

Strangely, such a tall building, with its eight large and small doors, had not a single window.

This place was already a forbidden area for ordinary members of the Huang family.

Many people outside the Huang family had no idea that the Huang family even had such a palace.

Anyone with a little discernment could feel the weightiness of the place without needing to get close.

The palace walls were extremely thick, more like city walls than ordinary walls.

They were built from uniform black stones, which not only didn't reflect sunlight but also gave off an eerie sense of gloom.

The square palace exuded a coffin-like coldness.

Outside the palace was a surrounding wall more than fifteen meters higher than the palace and more than six meters wide, completely concealing the palace's existence.

Suddenly, a foraging crow flew over the palace from the sky, hundreds of meters above.

Buzz!

Something in the air vibrated.

Sizzle!

The crow seemed to have plunged into scorching magma, burned to the point where not even its bones remained.

Black smoke dissipated, and the crow was as if it had never appeared.

The ban on flying in Ganshan City wasn't just about preventing martial artists from taking to the skies in the inner city.

Even birds weren't allowed to fly over this area.

But before it died, the crow still glanced at the palace.

The brown-tailed crow behind it received the image.

Unfortunately, it was too far away from Tang Wen, and the message couldn't be transmitted.

Otherwise, he would have been able to see at a glance that the entire palace was made of black gold stone.

This type of stone was extremely heavy.

It looked inconspicuous, but even a small piece was heavier than the same size piece of silver.

Tang Wen had quite a few stored in his space stone, which he used for throwing knives.

For grandmaster-level throwing knives, the target distance didn't matter.

But if the distance was long, only heavy steel balls or special stones like these could unleash their power.

Otherwise, the stone would burn up from friction in the air.

It wouldn't hit anyone, and the entire stone would be burned away.

Black gold stone was produced underground, difficult to transport, and expensive.

It was more than enough to exchange for the same weight of silver.

The four walls of the palace had defensive functions.

But judging from the double-sided arrow holes and observation ports.

The four walls of this huge palace were not only defending against external invasions but also preventing something inside the palace from escaping!

Huang San entered the palace through a small door.

As soon as he entered, his expression became cautious.

The interior of the palace was actually a bottomless well.

The well had a huge opening, occupying more than two-thirds of the entire palace.

The walls of the well were lined with glowing underground fluorite, extending downwards.

The fluorite was like a bright line of fire, extending from top to bottom, winding and twisting, soon disappearing, as if swallowed by the ground.

"Why did you have to meet here today?"

Huang San avoided the position of the well opening and looked at the opposite side.

A cold voice, difficult to distinguish as male or female: "Third Brother, Jiaren and the others have returned from the north."

Without needing to be reminded, Huang San immediately remembered that not long ago, the family had sent Huang Jiaren and three fifth-rank experts to the cold north to find Tang Wen's origins.

The Huang family was very confident about this.

Because whether it was from his accent or Tang Wen occasionally facing north, revealing a look of longing.

It could be judged that he came from the north.

Therefore, when they learned that several camps had been discovered in the north.

The Huang family immediately sent three fifth-rank experts to verify the matter.

"Bad luck, they encountered Tang Wen and White Tiger."

Huang San frowned: "Such a coincidence?"

"I also think it's a coincidence!"

Huang San said in a deep voice: "Investigate who leaked the information within the family!"

"Not appropriate."

The two looked at each other across the deep well, neither giving way.

The voice that was difficult to distinguish as male or female: "It's probably a coincidence. It's not advisable to make a big fuss."

"You believe in coincidence?"

"Sometimes you have no choice but to believe it. This Tang Wen is quite lucky."

"Speaking of which, every genius has good luck when they rise."

"No one who is targeted by my Huang family can rise!"

Huang San sneered: "That Tang Wen is no ordinary person. Not only does he have the backing of the White Tiger Tribe, but in Ganshan City, he has also united several major forces. Don't underestimate him!"

The voice that was difficult to distinguish as male or female said: "We are at a disadvantage against the White Tiger Tribe; we are the challengers. How could I underestimate such a young genius!"

After a pause, this person continued: "Tang Wen is now wary. Regardless of whether there is an internal mole within the family, he will definitely not contact the internal mole at this time. In the end, it will definitely be a waste of effort."

Huang San was too lazy to guess riddles, put his hands behind his back, and quietly listened to the other party's next words.

"The Blackwater Gang and the Giant Rock Martial Arts Hall in the outer city, and the Lu family in the inner city, form a solid alliance with these three as the core, and there is no way to deal with it for the time being. But the Chamber of Commerce is internally chaotic with many factions, so perhaps we can think of something."

Huang San nodded: "Merchants value profit. The Supreme Three Elders of the Chamber of Commerce are very familiar with me. What preparations do you have on your side?"

"The First Vice President of the Chamber of Commerce, Shang Yan, has long been unable to restrain himself."

With a disdainful sneer, Huang San hummed: "Are you sure? The President, Shang Jin, is nominally his uncle, but in reality, he is his biological father. The position will be his sooner or later, why is he in such a hurry?"

The voice that was difficult to distinguish as male or female became erratic: "Third Brother, Shang Yan has been the Vice President for fifty years!"

Huang San was stunned.

"Not long ago, Shang Jin had a conversation with someone surnamed Liu. Although his martial arts did not improve after returning, his complexion was more rosy. According to his own words, he practiced Old Liu's health-preserving exercises and can live for at least ten more years!"

Huang San understood: "How can there be a crown prince for sixty years? What are your plans?"

"My plan is for your eldest son to marry the Chamber President's adopted daughter, Feng Sanniang!"

Huang San's expression became strange: "This... not to mention that Bin'er's first wife is still around, will Feng Sanniang agree?"

The upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked.

When he was young, Huang San was known for being lawless.

Now, his son is famous for eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling.

"Third Brother, why be so humble! Your eldest son is more than worthy of a Feng Sanniang."

Huang San didn't speak.

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His eldest son was so useless that he wasn't even a sixth-rank. He had played with countless women, but couldn't even produce a grandson.

This forced Huang San to personally step in and do the work for him.

Feng Sanniang, the adopted daughter of the Chamber of Commerce President, is a sixth-rank expert at a young age, a genius. Why would she be willing to marry his son, or even marry him... cough cough.

Thinking of this, Huang San's eyes lit up: "Don't say empty words, how will you make her agree?"

"She won't agree, the Chamber President just needs to agree, a father's orders are hard to disobey."

"Hmm?" Huang San was not pleased but angered, and a blue light suddenly bloomed in his eyes.

Like a sharp blade, his murderous aura was overwhelming.

He asked, word by word:

"After all this, you're just messing with me! What Shang Jin wants is nothing more than lifespan! I don't care if you want him to enter the flesh and blood factory, but tell me, whose quota are you using?"

The other party was silent.

Huang San took a step, crossing a distance of more than ten meters, and came to the sky above the abyss.

He hovered there, his robes billowing, as if a storm was brewing.

"Third Brother, Shang Jin's quota is mine."

"Oh?" Huang San completely disbelieved, his whole body swelling up like it was being inflated, and the pressure inside the palace suddenly increased: "Stop bluffing me! You're not much younger than me, and you see that the flesh and blood transformation is also unsuccessful, and you still dare to give up the quota? What? Are you tired of living?"

After speaking, he brought up a strong wind and took a big step to force himself over.

His movements were unlike an ordinary fifth-rank.

Swish!

A blue light illuminated the opposite side of the deep well.

There was a black-robed man there.

Seeing that Huang San's hand was about to grab his neck.

This person suddenly sighed: "Third Brother, I don't want to sink into this endless abyss anymore."

Huang San's hand shook and landed on his shoulder. Seeing that this person really didn't resist, he was immediately stunned.

"Third Brother, I want to become a true fourth-rank."

"Fourth-rank? Do you want to be the City Lord, that iron coffin on top of your head?

Or do you want to lead the Huang family to slaughter the underground?"

After Huang San finished speaking, he laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Forget it," Huang San laughed enough, turned around dejectedly:

"Whatever you want, whatever you want! If you really dare to do it, the day you die, I'll personally carry your coffin!

If you die too miserably, I'll keep vigil for you!"

Coming to the door, his footsteps paused, and he said again: "This road is a dead end!"

The door opened, and the light from outside shone in front of the threshold.

The rich boundary between light and darkness fell here, with light in front and darkness behind.

Bang!

The door closed tightly, and not a trace of light could be seen through the cracks...

Dark clouds covered the moon, and it was pitch black.

Two teams of guards, carrying oil lamps, walked out of the gate of the Flame Camp.

In the darkness, a guard with superhuman vision stared in the direction of Tang Wen's gaze for a long time, and finally saw a vague line of black shadows.

"Miss Huang! Please, everyone from Five Families City, please!" General Zhou's voice was like a loud bell, and the coldness seemed to be driven back by half.

Zheng Nanzhu came back to her senses: The Flame Camp had arrived.

"Greetings, Young Master!"

Among the crowd, she saw Tang Wen at a glance.

She immediately dismounted, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, her legs suddenly weakened, and she was about to fall to the ground.

A pair of warm and powerful hands supported her.

"Thank you, Young Master."

"How long have you not eaten? Why are you so weak?"

Zheng Nanzhu smiled bitterly.

The shock of the family's sudden changes was not so easy to recover from.

She looked at the handsome young man in front of her, her heart filled with complexity.

The Flame Camp sent many people to reside in Five Families City, managing the entire city in a way that Zheng Nanzhu had never imagined.

They took the best millet and cooked porridge for the poor.

And the poor only needed to sweep the road in front of their doors clean and use the latrine near the shacks to get a bowl of hot porridge.

If they were willing to do some light physical work.

They could drink two bowls of millet porridge every day.

This was the same as the good old days.

The Flame Camp quickly won the hearts of the people. On the day she left, some local forces even suggested to General Zhao of the Flame Camp that the name "Five Families City" be changed to "East Flame Camp."

Zheng Nanzhu inevitably felt uncomfortable after hearing this and was distracted along the way.

She kept thinking, what exactly did her several families do wrong to end up in this situation?

How long could the Flame Camp last with such large-scale opening of warehouses and releasing of grain?

They must be doing this to quickly bring the territory of Five Families City under their control, right?

After entering the city, she realized she was wrong.

A team of guards led a dozen children, walking towards them, knocking on doors from house to house.

It seemed that they were taking the children who had returned late home.

Zheng Nanzhu was puzzled.

Further on, similar situations occurred one after another.

She finally couldn't help but ask: "Young Master, why are these children coming home so late, and why are they being escorted?"

Tang Wen slowly replied: "They are dismissed from night school."

"Night school?" Zheng Nanzhu was stunned: "Does the Young Master mean they are going to school?"

However, these children, one by one, were dressed in coarse cloth, clearly not from wealthy families.

Could they afford to go to school?

They probably couldn't even get enough to eat, right?

"The school provides meals in the evening. Many children go for the meal."

Not far away, a cry of pain came.

A child tripped and fell, and it seemed that he had hurt his knee.

Most of them were malnourished, their bones were very brittle, and it would hurt for a long time when they fell.

Tang Wen thought for a while: "Let's use carriages to send the children home in the winter! Also, before they leave after school, give them a bowl of egg drop soup."

Zheng Nanzhu's face was full of emotion, but the way she looked at Tang Wen was as if she were looking at a spendthrift.

"Egg drop soup?"

"Oh, you make a small hole in the egg and slowly shake it out. One egg can make half a pot of soup. Drink something hot to prevent freezing."

Tang Wen explained.

Looking at Zheng Nanzhu's dazed expression, he shook his head: "I originally planned to have you come with me to Ganshan City. Now it seems, you should first follow General Zhou to learn how to manage the camp."

This is the treatment of a confidant, right?

Zheng Nanzhu breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that Tang Wen didn't intend to make her a servant girl.

As a young lady, she had never served anyone before.

What she said that day about being willing to be an ox or a horse was true, but if she could be a person, who would want to be an ox or a horse?

However, a voice transmission came to her ear: "If you learn well, you can help me manage the camp during the day, but you still have to be an ox or a horse at night."

Turning her head bashfully, she unexpectedly saw a mischievous smile on Tang Wen's face that made her heart race.