Douluo's Fancy Development Blue Silver Grass

In Xingluo City, more and more production soul masters were gradually becoming nervous due to the increasingly tense environment, although the Wuhun Hall of the authorities wiped out those troublemakers within a short period of time when the situation developed.

But gossip and all kinds of outrageous rumors are slowly corroding the minds of these hardworking people.

At the rest place on the street corner outside the workshop, several craftsmen were drinking iced drinks and talking about the latest new things.

They sat on a wooden bench, behind them was a row of colorful signboards, on which were written the names and prices of various soul tools and accessories.

Workers held cups made of glass, filled with beverages squeezed from ice cubes and fruits, exuding a refreshing aroma.

They all had tired and worried looks on their faces, and their eyes glanced around from time to time, for fear that any danger would suddenly appear.

"Today's inspections caught another evil soul master who was involved in trouble. When did this trouble come to a head? After finally making money, we still have to run into these shitty things."

A worker in poor clothes but very clean and tidy complained with a sullen expression.

He is a middle-aged man with a strong build, gray hair, and deep wrinkles on his face. He is a soul forging master who specializes in making shells and parts of soul tools.

His hands bear numerous burns and scratches that testify to years of hard work.

"Hey, what do you think these evil soul masters are thinking? Don't they just want to change the status quo? But what they do will only make things worse. If they anger the Wuhun Temple, not only will they die a miserable death , it will also implicate innocent people like us," echoed another.

"Your workshop is not bad, but the fuel has been tampered with. That idiot looks like he hasn't done any work. He actually wants to ignite charcoal casually, hahahahaha!"

The worker smiled and shed tears.

He is a soul master who specializes in weaving, and his shuttle martial soul can help him efficiently produce all kinds of high-quality cloth and clothes.

The workshop where he works is just opposite the corner rest place, but it is now a mass of charred black. Seeing the results of my hard work turned into ashes, my heart is extremely sad.

"Charlie, don't worry, after the inspection of the Wuhun Temple catches the mastermind, you can claim compensation for the cloth in your workshop," the friend on the side quickly comforted.

"But when will we wait, if the workshop is gone?" Thinking of this, everyone fell silent

At this time, a dark voice came from the corner, "If there are more orders, don't you have to worry about the survival of the workshop?"

This voice is magical, making the workers repeat the words together.

After exerting his influence, the mysterious man disappeared into the corner of the street, while the workers came back to their senses and continued to talk.

"If there are more orders, don't you have to worry about the survival of the workshop?" One of them started the conversation, and the surrounding workers immediately echoed his words.

"But how can I attract so many orders? Now I have to choose from the rest of the power workshop. Hey, the orders are getting less and less."

"It's all the fault of the power workshop!" A burly worker slammed on the seat. It was the former blacksmith Olaf.

"They took the bulk and didn't let us get a share! They also deliberately lowered the price to steal our customers!"

"This is someone who wants to drive us all to death!"

Olaf's words stirred up a wave of indignation and hatred.

Around him, people stood up one after another, expressing their support and approval.

In his eyes, some people showed resentment and madness, and some people ignited the desire for violence and revenge.

An induced trend of thought began to gradually spread in the workshop area.

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In the small reincarnation school on the other side, Zhu Zhuqing asked Ning Rongrong for advice while holding a booklet with a tangled expression.

"Senior Rong Rong, how do you solve this problem?" She pointed to a complicated equation in the booklet, her eyes revealing helplessness and confusion.

Ning Rongrong got the answer "fill in 4" with a glance.

"But, how did you figure it out?" Zhu Zhuqing frowned. She had never suffered such a big loss since she was a child, and neither did Zhu Zhuyun. She stared at Ning Rongrong unwillingly, hoping to find a flaw in her beautiful face.

Ning Rongrong sighed slightly, and patiently guided Zhu Zhuqing, a little confused, to solve the problem. She explained the principles and steps of the equation with simple language and diagrams, allowing Zhu Zhuqing to follow her train of thought.

Sitting on the podium, Mu Zhe looked at Zhu Zhuqing's struggling little face, secretly proud of himself, let you fish, let you show off, now you know how amazing it is?

Mu Zhe showed off his skill in grilling the fish after fishing, not to mention that the fish is really delicious.

But looking at the natural black Zhu Zhuqing's intentional or unintentional showing off, Mu Zhe was still running around with an unknown fire, so Mu Zhe completely changed the original step-by-step teaching plan.

Just put Zhu Zhuqing, a kitten with the same level of education as Zhang Yu (illiterate), into the same class as Ning Rongrong.

Mu Zhe secretly thought that there are more courses waiting for you in the future, little cat.

The arrival of Zhu Zhuqing has injected new vitality into the small reincarnation school. This little kitten from a wealthy family has lost its previous arrogance and hypocrisy in the social training, and has more enthusiasm and vitality.

This mixed temperament from the two worlds of the market and the aristocracy made Zhu Zhuqing quickly become one of the focuses. Of course, this had a lot to do with her math talent that made Ning Rongrong despair.

How about an old saying? If life deceives you, don't be sad, because you can't do math, and if you don't, you won't.

Zhu Zhuqing, who has broken through the limit between life and death and comprehended a brand new ability, seems to be wandering between life and death every minute and every second since he came to the Little Reincarnation Academy to attend classes.

The words from Mu Zhe's mouth were like a hypnotic soul technique that made Maomao drowsy. Whenever she recovered and looked at the blackboard, it was already written on the entire side!

Zhu Zhuqing could only try his best to remember every word Mu Zhe said, hoping to master it after rote memorization.

She is not willing to be cared by her classmates like this, she wants to prove to everyone that she is capable.

Although what Mu Zhe said is indeed true, learning can help spiritual growth, recently Zhu Zhuqing found that he was practicing the state of stimulating instincts for a longer period of time, but the price seemed to be that he was always inexplicably itchy recently.

In Ning Rongrong's words, "Don't worry, you're starting to grow your brain, and you won't feel uncomfortable soon."

Zhu Zhuqing still can't forget Ning Rongrong's teasing expression after he pretended to be serious and couldn't hold back after saying this sentence.

At that time, she was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to rush up and bite her, but she didn't dare to offend this good sister who was kind and loving to her.

She could only shake her head helplessly and continue to study hard. (end of this chapter)