The third fire was to forcibly purchase land and property of all the "local households" and send them some money to them to the mainland of the Song Dynasty. In the future, only the outstanding rural soldiers and those who contributed to the Zhuangzi will obtain land. Wu Zhi knew that these "local households" in Zhangjiazhuang were like the privileged class hundreds of years later. It would be no benefit for him to truly take charge of Zhangjiazhuang if he did not clear them out.

The fire was burned out, and the village was in an uproar. Although the tenants were not concerned about their affairs, most of them were still very happy. After all, these "local households" were usually arrogant, and Zhang San and others often bully the tenants. It would be great for the new owner to drive them away. Those "local households" were quit. A few domineering people shouted on the spot. Wu Zhi smiled at Butler Zhang, and Butler Zhang immediately understood what he meant and ran to those "local households" and muttered in a low voice. The local households began to be angry, but their faces changed drastically, and then they were covered in cold sweat. No one dared to make noise again.

Zhangjiazhuang has become history since this day, and the famous Wujiazhuang has officially appeared on the stage of history.

Wu Zhi stood on the wall of Wujiazhuang and looked north. In front of him was a vast white land, which seemed to be very beautiful in pink and jade, but Wu Zhi's heart was very heavy. In a few years, will the Jin people come from there? Take over half of my country, burn, kill, loot, and be virtuous. In a few years, will the Mongolian cavalry come from there? Will the land of China be slaughtering my Chinese people, destroy my Chinese civilization, and make all the Chinese people become slaves to the destruction of the country? What can I do?

"Who! Stop!" The guard's shouts interrupted his thoughts. Wu Zhi turned his head and looked at him timidly. A piece of cotton cloth covered with patches was very eye-catching. Wu Zhi recognized the little girl he saved yesterday and smiled and said, "It's okay, let her come up. You don't have to be so careful. My life is not that precious."

Zhu'er slowly climbed up the ladder. Seeing her appearance, it seemed that a gust of wind could blow her down. Wu Zhi couldn't bear it and stretched out his hand to pull her up. He never expected that men and women in this era would be very defensive, and men and women would not be able to get along with each other.

Zhu'er's face turned red, and hesitated for a moment and put her little hand into his wide palm. Wu Zhi pulled her hard and pulled her up to the wall. He let go of her hand and said, "Your hands are so cold, are you still wearing such a little?"

Zhu'er didn't answer him, and then came up and knelt down and said, "Master Wu, Zhu'er is here to thank the master for your kindness. Zhu'er kowtowed to you." As he said that, he was about to kowtow. Wu Zhi was shocked. The wall was made of thick blue bricks. If she kowtowed her, she would have to make her head bleed. She hurriedly pulled her up and said, "Don't be so good, I won't tell these rules. I'm fine, are your brother?"

Zhu'er nodded and said, "Master Xie cares. My brother woke up early in the morning, but he still couldn't get out of here. He is still trying to kowtow to the master."

Wu Zhi could only smile bitterly, thinking that the rules here would kowtow at all times.

The wind was strong on the wall, making the little girl tremble. Wu Zhi saw her little body trembling and felt pity for her. He reached out to take off the marten cloak and wanted to help her put it on. Who knew that Zhu'er's face changed drastically when she saw his movements. She was so scared that she hid backwards and almost fell off the wall after a moment of stomping. Thanks to Wu Zhi's quick-witted body, she grabbed her and scolded, "What are you doing? Am I so scary? If you fall down, I won't be the murderer?"

Seeing that his face was unhesitant, Zhu'er hurriedly knelt down again and said in a hurry: "Zhu'er should die, Zhu'er shouldn't make the master angry." As he said that, he wanted to kowtow again, making Wu Zhi depressed. He thought to himself that this little girl looks pretty cute and probably a great beauty when she grew up. Is this brain not easy to use? Why do you want to kowtow? Thinking of this, he still stretched out his hand to pull her up and said: "I'm not angry, you don't have to kowtow here all the time. If you have nothing to do, go home to take care of your brother early."

He was in a heavy mood just now and wanted to chat with someone. The little girl looked smart and wanted to chat with her casually. Who knew that this chat made him feel uncomfortable and wanted to send her away quickly.

Zhu'er's face suddenly pale when she heard Wu Zhi say this, and then knelt down again, whispering: "Zhu'er knows that the master is angry. In fact, Zhu'er knows that the master is kind-hearted and gives Zhu'er a cloak to pity Zhu'er, but Zhu'er's body is humble. Putting on the master's priceless cloak Zhu'er will make you live a life. Please don't be angry with Zhu'er..."

Wu Zhi then realized the little thoughts in the little girl's heart. He sighed and pulled her up and said, "People are equal, so what's the humble or not..." After saying that, he suddenly became suspicious of his words. Are people really equal? ​​No matter now or hundreds of years later, where are they equal?

Zhu'er's big eyes flashed and said, "Your Majesty's words are wrong..." The ones behind him swallowed them again and dared not say them any more. Wu Zhi knew that Confucianism was deeply rooted in the minds of these ancient people and was a holy law that cannot be denied. Besides, let alone this era, even if these people were born equal hundreds of years later, they were just sayings.

Wu Zhi sighed, feeling confused, turned around and looked north, silent. Zhu'er looked at him, bit his lip and thought for a long time, and finally made up his mind and knelt down again: "Master, Zhu'er has no way to repay him for his kindness, only for his slaves and servants. Zhu'er also knows that he is humble and is really a slave to his master, but Zhu'er can only repay his kindness in this way. Please help him!"

Wu Zhixin said, "Isn't it uncomfortable to take you if I want to accept you?" Now I kowtow at all times. You must know that my prince's identity will not become a kowtow bug, no matter how good it is!

He pulled Zhu'er up and said softly: "Little sister, you are still young, so read more books..." He said smoothly. He made the jokes about the little girls who started to get along at a young age. He regretted it after he said it. What am I talking about?

After hearing his words, Zhu'er's face turned pale and stood up and said, "Zhu'er knows. Zhu'er doesn't know a few words. You shouldn't tell the master these things. Zhu'er will leave now..." As he said that, he slowly turned around, and two lines of clear tears slowly fell.
Chapter completed!