Rebuilding everything from the ground up was out of the question.
If they really did that, Fang Yan and the others suspected that in seven days, they'd be holding their own seven-day memorials! Ever since Gu Ren's time, Shang Nan Commandery had been a key development area, with nearly sixty percent of the resources under Gu Ren's command poured into it. The other commanderies and counties had been built around Shang Nan, and its population and economy had continued to grow. In the years since Shen Tang took over, she had tried to balance development across the regions, but Shang Nan Commandery's population was still enormous. Rebuilding every building in the inner city would be a massive undertaking. Even with tens of thousands of laborers, it would take several years. How could they possibly rebuild it in just a few days?
Still, his old friend's concerns were reasonable.
Most people were ordinary folk, and there were plenty who "resented the rich and mocked the poor." If this matter wasn't handled well and someone took advantage of the situation, there might be a revolt, which would deal a blow to their lord's reputation.
Rows of charging posts were built from day to night.
A few of the clerks had mediocre cultivation. Maintaining such intense focus on cultivation also wore away at their energy. Whenever they felt they were about to collapse, a tremendous surge of vitality would nourish their meridians like an iced drink on a midsummer's day. It felt so good their crown points practically wanted to fly off, and they were so invigorated that not a trace of fatigue showed. This strange sensation was addictive.
The closer they came to their limits, the more stimulating that blissful relief became.
They wished they could have another round.
Fang Yan: "..."