Gourd of Douluo

Chapter 668 Noisy Daily Life

A week has passed since the war that shocked Tiandou City and affected the aristocratic circle.

Undercurrents are surging, and the huge storm that is about to rise will drag in countless people. However, as the cause of all the events, the Wind-Chasing Territory has returned to its former tranquility.

The government service hall was bustling with people. The lines at the three windows inside were particularly long. Most of the people were ragged and looked tired, but they were not noisy. These were refugees who had passed the qualification review and were allowed to settle down, and were now queuing up to apply for residence certificates.

If you have not committed any crime in the past 10 years and have worked in the territory for 7 years, you can apply for a resident ID card and officially become a resident of the Wind-Chasing Territory.

Suddenly, a hoarse quarrel was heard from the corner of the service hall.

As Gleif walked through the corridor, he saw more than a dozen people lined up crookedly at the registration desk. An old man in faded overalls was slapping his ID card on the counter. "My roof has been leaking for a year! At that time, a new policy was issued saying that it could be repaired for free, so I applied. As a result, after a year, they said they would go back and wait for notification last month. Last month, they said that the quota for dangerous house renovation was full. This time, they asked me to fill in the form again. Do you think I'm a spinning top for fun?"

The female clerk behind the counter blushed and held the corners of her clothes with both hands, not knowing how to answer.

Gleif glanced at the notice posted on the bulletin board next to her - it was a new regulation issued by the lord just last week: the original files of all policy implementations must be made public.

Apparently, many people haven't gotten used to this kind of transparency yet.

"Uncle Wang, please follow me." When Gref spoke, the hall suddenly became quiet.

People recognized the lord's butler who always ate with them in the cafeteria. He always had a smile on his face and carried a thermos cup with worn paint.

Gleif asked the clerk to get the key and take Uncle Wang to the archives room.

The archive room was filled with a pungent musty smell. Gref lifted the dust cloth to reveal a metal cabinet where the documents were stored.

When he spread out the original declaration records in the sun, knowing that Uncle Wang was illiterate, he pointed to the materials and read them to Uncle Wang one by one.

According to the principle of first come, first served and priority for extremely poor households, most applications are reasonable and compliant. Of course, there are also some people who use personal connections to jump the queue. These will be reviewed and evaluated again by the review team. Any problems will be handed over to the Security Department for handling in accordance with the law.

The damp paper rustled in his hands, and in a signature that had been smeared many times, he could vaguely make out the name of the Minister of Housing and Urban-Rural Development's brother-in-law.

Gref vaguely remembered that when Wang Xiaofeng awarded him the annual outstanding worker medal last year, the plain-looking middle-aged man looked very loyal.

Unfortunately, this colleague with a bright future likes to appoint people based on personal connections. It would have been fine if no problems were found before, but if problems are found this time, the least he will get is a warning. In serious cases, he may have to go to labor reform for a few years.

After solving Uncle Wang’s problem, Gref came to his office, but this office was temporarily requisitioned by someone else.

The office door was pushed open, and Nitia finally raised her head from the piles of folders, her fingertips still stained with wet ink.

"Gref, you're back just in time. I've already marked the problematic parts of the first half report. I'll give them to the Discipline Inspection Department and ask the review team to work overtime."

"Also, the overall quality of civil servants is still not good enough. Look at these files. Not to mention the illegible handwriting, there are also a lot of problems with the format of the materials. There are templates, but they can't even copy them. How do the teachers at night school teach? How can a bunch of idiots pass the exam! I have prepared the list of names. After the spring break this year, everyone will go back to retake the exam."

"And the finance department has the biggest problems." Nitia stood up and walked outside. "Notify the security department and ask them to seal off the finance building. I want to see how these parasites get the guts to touch my money." Nitia scolded everyone like a machine gun.

Finding talents from refugees is like panning for gold in the ocean. Talent cultivation takes time after all. It is a miracle that Zhufengling has grown from nothing to its current size in just two and a half years.

However, Gref did not dare to refute. He just silently hurried to catch up with the half-person-high file in his arms. Anyway, there would be people who would be more unlucky than him later. He felt much better when he thought about it.

Time passed like a bird across the sky. In the blink of an eye, the sun had set and lonely, dim lights were lit up in the office building.

Nitia looked at the gloomy sky outside the window and pinched the back of her stiff neck: "Let's stop here for today. Your body has just recovered, and the lord specifically told me not to take up your rest time."

"Don't work too late."

Gref bent over his desk, not even looking up, and said, "You go back first. I'll prepare the materials for tomorrow's meeting and then I'll leave."

"Brother Grev, let's go have dinner, Lady Nitia!" The secretary leaned out half of her body and almost bumped into Nitia. Fortunately, Nitia pulled her back in time.

"The time is perfect. Are you here to remind your sweetheart to get off work?" Facing Nitia's teasing gaze, the secretary was thin-skinned after all. She blushed and was speechless.

As expected, teasing an honest person can make people happy. Nitia smiled and made way for him: "What are you doing blocking the door? Come in quickly."

"Okay, okay." The young secretary was pushed into the office in a daze.

As I walked out of the office building, a biting cold wind blew in my face. Pedestrians on the road were in a hurry. Everyone was driven by the cold and eager to return to their warm homes as soon as possible.

Sitting in the carriage on the way home, all the scenery seemed to be receding backwards. The doors and windows of the shops on the street were closed, and the lights shining through reflected the lively scenes inside the shops. Bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time.

Nitia used to envy them, but now, she doesn’t envy them anymore, because among the thousands of lights in the houses, there is also a bright light lit for her.

The familiar villa finally appeared in front of them. As soon as the carriage stopped in front of the yard, Nitia couldn't wait to jump off.

"Hey, the ground is slippery, slow down."

The driver kindly reminded her from behind, and Nitia waved her hand and said, "It's so cold, Uncle Li, you should go back as well."

I inserted the key into the keyhole and just as I opened the door, the aroma of food wafted into my nose.

The chubby water element walked over and sucked away the snowflakes stuck to her hair and clothes, and stretched out tentacles on both sides of its body to take the coat she took off.

The alchemy furnace in the corner of the kitchen was emitting steam, and the fire element under the furnace had a comfortable look on its face.

Nitia leaned against the door frame and watched Wang Xiaofeng busy at the stove.

"Are you back?" Wang Xiaofeng scooped a bowl of soup from the casserole and handed it to her. "Drink some soup first to warm yourself up. The food will be ready soon."

Nitia took the porcelain bowl. Before she took a bite, the unique aroma of the broth that had been stewed for a long time entered her nose. Just a sniff made her appetite surge.

As you take a spoonful of the broth, the extremely concentrated flavor instantly permeates your whole body, like spreading your wings and soaring into the sky at dawn, strolling in the air on a cloud made of fragrance.

While Nitia was still savoring the taste in her mouth, Wang Xiaofeng had already put the feast on the table: grilled steaks covered with honey sauce, pilaf with a strong meaty aroma, crispy and refreshing pickled vegetables, luxurious seafood ham and seasonal vegetables, and pearl jade soup that was slow-cooked for four hours with all kinds of delicacies from land and sea.

Nitia's mouth was full of oil as she ate. She finished most of the dishes on the table and collapsed on the sofa, groaning and complaining that Wang Xiaofeng must have secretly put drugs in the dishes, otherwise how could someone with such a strong willpower like her not be able to control his hands.

Wang Xiaofeng just smiled and said nothing.

Nitia was lying on Wang Xiaofeng's thighs. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the smile on the corner of his mouth and complained, "If you hadn't eaten too little tonight, I wouldn't have eaten so much for fear of wasting food."

As she was talking, Nitia finally reacted. Yes, normally the little madman had to eat seven meals a day, and each meal was at least five or six kilograms of food. It could be said that he spent at least two hours a day eating. How come he put down his chopsticks after only eating a bowl of rice tonight? There was definitely something wrong.

Nitia raised her hand and touched Wang Xiaofeng's angular abdomen, and said carefully: "Do you have some strange disease that is difficult to cure? Tell me and we will find a solution together."

Wang Xiaofeng couldn't laugh anymore. He tapped Nitia's forehead with his right finger and said, "What are you thinking about? I'm in good health."

“I eat less purely because”

Wang Xiaofeng suddenly kept silent.

Nitia said anxiously, "Because of what, don't just say half of the story."

Wang Xiaofeng had a wicked smile on his face, "Aren't you curious? Why don't you try it yourself?"

The disturbing smile aroused Nitia's vigilance, "What are you tasting?"

"Of course it's the newly-made fasting pills." Wang Xiaofeng brought Nitia to the pill furnace in the kitchen.

The flame under the alchemy furnace had long been extinguished. Wang Xiaofeng waved his hand, and the lid of the alchemy furnace flew off. With a wave of his right hand, a number of black pills flew out into the air and finally hovered in the air above the kitchen.

This furnace produced a total of 28 fasting pills, which was 2 short of the theoretically perfect refining. However, Wang Xiaofeng was already quite satisfied. After all, he was not doing it himself, and it was already a good success rate to use the fire element to automatically refine the pills.

Nitya curiously reached out and took one, holding it in her palm to examine it carefully: "Is this the fasting pill that makes you lose your appetite?"

"I've already told you that I don't have a loss of appetite." Wang Xiaofeng said unhappily, and the pills in the air fell into the gourd one by one under the guidance of his mental power.

Wang Xiaofeng introduced: "A second-ring soul master only needs to eat one pill to meet the body's energy needs for a day. And the cost of one fasting pill is only 3 gold soul coins."

The 1769th version of the Bigu Pill deduced by the optical brain finally found a balance between nutritional balance and cost-effectiveness. The required medicinal materials are all crops that can be grown on a large scale and have high yields. After large-scale planting in the territory, the cost can be further reduced.

"Of course, this formula is specially formulated according to my body. Ordinary people cannot digest it at all. Only soul masters who have practiced gluttony can digest it a little."

Nitia licked her lips subconsciously, and while Wang Xiaofeng wasn't paying attention, she curiously licked the pill in her hand. An extreme sweetness and saltiness climbed up to the tip of her tongue and then rushed straight to her brain.

"Pah, pah, pah." Nitia almost vomited out her dinner.

Wang Xiaofeng then said slowly: "It's just the taste. It's not satisfactory. There is still a lot of room for improvement."

"I think you just want to laugh at me!" Nitia said angrily.

And then nothing happened.

This is how daily flirting between young lovers goes, and another day passes by with some fighting and playing.