"Yes," Xu Changren said.
"I hear you joined the Divine Fate Sect and became its second disciple?"
"Yes."
"Things are going smoothly with the Night Guard?"
"Smoothly."
Mr. Fu smiled. "Good, then. Keep at it. You're a man of Blessing Town, after all."
"Yes," Xu Changren said.
Mr. Fu reached out, patted Xu Changren's shoulder, and walked on.
He had barely gone a few steps when someone shouted from behind, "Mr. Fu, the government office is on fire..."
Mr. Fu gritted his teeth, veins standing out on his forehead, and hurried back to the government office with his men.
He had only just dealt with the fire when someone rushed over. "Mr. Fu, there's trouble at the market. Those farmers say they work themselves to death every day, give everything to the Upper District, and don't have enough left to feed themselves..."
Mr. Fu sighed. "If they don't grow grain and vegetables, what are the lords in the Upper Mountain District supposed to eat? Let's go..."
Mr. Fu spent the entire day putting out fires everywhere.
Yesterday, he had only needed harsh measures to cow people into submission, but today, he used fewer of those measures and painstakingly tried to reason with them.
When evening came, he could no longer spare any attention for the people hurling abuse in the streets. He hurried to the town mayor's residence and reported everything that had happened over the past two days.
After hearing him out, Town Mayor Zhang Wentian frowned slightly. "What do you make of it?"
"At first, I also thought the Filthy Beggar and his people were stirring up people's hearts, but after thinking it over carefully, that seems impossible. It's as though... as though..." Mr. Fu hesitated.
"Speak."
"It's as though the town suddenly collapsed, with trouble pouring in