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"All our gangs and factions have to contribute money and food to cooperate with the government to provide porridge for disaster relief.

"In this case, we simply gather the victims and let them build the headquarters for everyone, and exchange their labor for relief. This solves the manpower problem, and we don't need extra money for repairs.

"It's called, um, cash for work."

The meeting hall was quiet for a while, and the gang leaders and sect masters were stunned for a long time, and then the discussion broke out in an instant.

"It seems to be okay, so there is no need to pay extra money. Anyway, the money and food for disaster relief must be paid."

"Yes, yes, there are so many victims, there is no need to use them for nothing. You don't need to give extra money, just take care of them."

"Relief from work is an idea that our ancestors thought of?"

The reason is actually very simple, just one point makes sense.

The reason why they didn't think of it was not because they were stupid, but because their thinking was limited. In this era, when the imperial court wanted to build infrastructure, the common people were obliged to work without pay.

This is called corvee service.

In other words, there is no need to spend money on infrastructure construction, and it is the responsibility of the people.

Since you can go whoring for nothing, who will take the initiative to pay?

It's not that I can't think of the idea of ​​working for relief, but it's not necessary at all.

As for why no one came up with a similar solution during the disaster, it was also limited by the times.

The reason is simple, the imperial court is not an infrastructure madman, and it may not be able to repair the city walls and build roads for decades.

Since it is not needed, there is no background for cash-for-work.

But right now, this idea perfectly solves the embarrassment faced by the Wulin League.

All of a sudden it took a turn.

"As expected of our ancestors, if you live a long time, you are wise and smarter than us."

"The ancestors are people who have experienced troubled times and are people with great wisdom."

Qiao Weng, Yang Cuixue and others were not stingy in their praise, and their faces were full of joy. A headache problem was easily solved by the ancestors.

Wen Chengbi was stunned for a moment, and waved his hands again and again:

"This is not the idea of ​​the ancestors"

Everyone looked at him suspiciously: "You?"

Wen Chengbi still shook his head:

"not me."

Xiao Yuenu's eyes lit up immediately.

Sure enough, Wen Chengbi said:

"It was Xu Yinluo who came up with the idea, he happened to be talking to my ancestors, and he gave me an idea casually.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of Xu Yinluo, who is proficient in the art of war, poetry, literary and martial arts, and has the talent for governing the country."

Xu Yinluo, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling "So it's him, so I'm not surprised".

"If I knew it earlier, it would be a waste of my brain. Just ask Xu Yinluo directly."

Fu Jingmen slapped the table with emotion.

There is such a god-man, and they turned a blind eye, arguing here for so long.

Yang Cuixue said with emotion:

"It is true that he has the talent for governing the country. Xu Yinluo is Wei Yuan's disciple. The young is better than the blue."

In the meeting hall, the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed and cheerful.

Rongrong followed Wanhualou's colleagues and was responsible for boiling medicine and commanding soldiers to clean up the ruins, so that the army town could restore order as soon as possible.

"Master, why are you depressed?"

Rongrong turned her head and looked at the beautiful woman who was picking the herbs.

It is sad that the Wulin League suffered such a catastrophe, but the enemy was successfully repelled, Xu Yinluo shined brilliantly, and the Wulin League congregation was fortunate to witness this shocking battle. Except for a few people who lost relatives and friends, most of them Still mostly excited.

Especially the disciples of these affiliated forces, their mentality is relatively more relaxed.

After all, the headquarters is not their own mountain gate.

But the beautiful woman has been frowning since the battle ended, obviously she has something on her mind.

"It's fine as a teacher, don't talk too much here, just do your job."

The beautiful woman frowned and taught a lesson.

Rongrong curled her lips, and while helping to pick out the herbs, she muttered:

"I looked around, but I didn't see Xu Yinluo. Maybe he doesn't live in this area."

The beautiful woman frowned even tighter, and said earnestly:

"Rongrong, don't have illusions that you shouldn't have. There are as many girls who like Xu Yinluo as the crucian carp in the river, but you can't control such a man.

"If you are a slave or a concubine, are you willing?"

Having said that, the beautiful woman looked dejected.

Seeing this, Rongrong was taken aback, her face paled:

"Master, I'm not sad. Why are you sad? Could it be that you also like Xu Yinluo? He can be your son."

The beautiful woman was furious, and was about to speak, when she suddenly saw the sword light flashing above her head, and several figures flew with the sword, and landed somewhere in the military town.

The beautiful woman stared blankly at the sky with a complicated expression.

A courtyard in the south of the military town.

Chu Yuanzhen, Li Miaozhen and Li Lingsu pressed down the flying swords, and they fell lightly in the courtyard.

In the yard, on a pony horse, sat a plain-looking woman, starching and washing clothes.

He glanced at them lightly, turned his head and shouted towards the house: