This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 26: Peace

Yun Ni and Liu Ye Ning came over excitedly. One of them was using a crutch on his left arm and the other had a splint on his right arm, but they both looked almost healed.

"They used to say it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, but things are different now!" Yun Ni beamed with joy. "After a month, I felt I could remove the splint, but the doctor wouldn't let me, saying we were all inexperienced and we can't have a CT scan right now, so we better be careful..."

Liu Ye Ning smiled quietly beside her. At first glance, you couldn't tell how ferocious she was when she was forced into a corner, but the arm with gauze hanging around her neck still revealed what had happened before - in Daliushan, when those people subdued Liu Ye Ning, they actually broke her archery arm.

The four of them walked side by side in silence for a while. Yun Ni seemed to have a lot to say, but hesitated for a long time and finally just laughed: "Speaking of which, my hearing is much more sensitive after having an extra pair of ears, and my balance and agility are also better after having a tail. They all said that if I don't continue to be a clerk, I can consider becoming a scout. Haha, when my injury is completely healed, let me go back to Earth and run 800 meters. I can ask the Sports Bureau to send me to the national team!" - Liu Ye Ning said that she was helping in the kitchen in the cafeteria, and the power of an archer allowed her to stir-fry a large pot of food with one hand. This was probably the second best thing that happened in the new world.

"What's the best one?" Nie Weiyang asked.

Liu Ye Ning looked at Yun Ni, and also at Liu Ye Ping who was walking hurriedly in the distance with a stack of documents in his arms.

"We're all still alive," she said, a bright smile on her face.

When the girls left, they both waved vigorously to Nie Weiyang, and Nie Weiyang waved back. He was always nice to his own people.

When he turned around, he found Xiang Feng looking at him mischievously, but he just shook his head. Xiang Feng then turned serious and said, "Let's go."

"Let's go." Nie Weiyang said.

Langcheng wasn't a big city, and Nie Weiyang ran into quite a few familiar faces on one street, most of them elderly people he'd brought from surrounding villages. A few elderly farmers carrying shovels spotted him and surrounded him, chatting for a while. They were all laughing and talking to Nie Weiyang about their lives these days, what they'd been doing, and how everyone was undergoing unified military training in tactics and combat awareness.

"It's militia training!" the old farmer said in dialect. "I took classes when I was young!"

"It's available now." Nie Weiyang continued with a smile, "What are you going to do today?"

"Hey, let's go to the greenhouse and farm." The old farmer patted the handle of his hoe. "I've been farming all my life, and it's no different from continuing to farm here. I do whatever the country tells me to do, and that's the same as it is."

Nie Weiyang watched them leave with a heart full of respect.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and let out a breath.

Builders, farmers, tailors, scholars, clerks, cooks...

Yes, of course he could see that people were harboring anxiety and pain, but everyone was working hard and putting a smile on his face.

Nie Weiyang's mood became increasingly complicated, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice: "Why is prostitution still not allowed in troubled times?"

He frowned and looked towards where the sound came from - a tiled house.

At the same time, another voice started telling dirty jokes, and the people inside laughed out loud. Someone else complained that they wanted a wife right away: "Shouldn't the higher-ups require all women to have children to maintain the numbers? Those female college students outside are quite good, much more beautiful than those half-closed doors before. I'm reluctant to marry them..."

"Aren't you afraid of getting caught again?"

"Catch? Who? The army? The police? Fighting zombies and finding food are enough to keep them busy! If all else fails, they can just secretly get some girls to play with..."

"What if we get discovered..."

“Kill them, bury them, feed them to the zombies, they won’t even know…” Xiang Feng clearly didn’t hear clearly at first, but after a few words, he was already red with anger.

"What are you thinking, these idiots!" He gritted his teeth and blurted out the dialect he had learned from his fellow villagers. He waved and walked in with the guards, "All of you, get out!"

Theft, robbery, rape... Those who died in Langcheng during this period were not shot by the army!
The tile-roofed house was in chaos. Nie Weiyang knew that Xiang Feng didn't want him to interfere - the other party knew how dangerous Xiang Feng was better than anyone else in the city, and was probably afraid that the scene would be too ugly if he took action - so he continued to wander around Langcheng alone.

Soon he saw an elementary school classroom. Not far away was the hospital, with a red cross, the symbol of medicine, erected on it. These two houses were obviously the best houses in the vicinity. The windows were blocked by wooden boards, leaving only a few gaps for ventilation. Several teachers were squatting outside, two of them holding notebooks made of precious paper, and the other four were poking in the mud with wooden sticks.

They were talking quietly, their voices muffled by the hum of the rainy season. Nie Weiyang approached and only then could he hear that they were rewriting the textbook from memory.

"Trust me, I've taught elementary Chinese for thirty years, and I can recite every edition of the Chinese textbook even in my sleep." A middle-aged woman shook her raincoat, the stick in her hand creating ripples in the puddle. "This page is 'Drunken Writing at Wanghu Tower on June 27th!' Black clouds roll like ink, yet fail to obscure the mountains. White raindrops dance like pearls onto the boat. A sudden, earth-shaking wind blows away everything, and the water below Wanghu Tower is as vast as the sky!"

This unwavering aura shocked Nie Weiyang. Although he had never learned this text as a child, a subtle feeling still reminded him of his childhood dominated by his homeroom teacher...

But at the same time, Nie Weiyang was a little worried: there was no complete paper textbook among the things he put in his backpack.

Because the backpack only has 100 compartments, and there are too many types and versions of textbooks, putting them all in would take up too much space. But he also has a solution -

Nie Weiyang leaned over and pulled out a "Wild Vegetable Identification Manual" from his backpack, a set of three mysterious books with words like "militia" written on them, and placed them in front of the teachers.

"I think they should learn this first," he said. "What do you think?"

The teachers looked at each other for a moment, and the thirty-year-old Chinese teacher took the books.

"Indeed," she said, "but some of the content here is a bit outdated. We need to work with people from the hospital and the army to re-edit it..."

Nie Weiyang was slightly stunned: "Have you seen it?"

This teacher... doesn't look like someone who is interested in these things?
"My son used to love reading these. He'd always talk about time travel and the three great books. So I looked for some and read them, but it turned out to be just the same stuff I read as a kid," the Chinese teacher rambled on. "Then he went to college and started working, and because I told him he didn't need them, I left the books he bought at home... Oh, why didn't I stuff them in his suitcase? I wonder how he's doing now..."

Nie Weiyang listened patiently. The rain had soaked him through, but his physique had completely exempted him from things like lobar pneumonia, so he didn't care.

He only occasionally pushed up his sunglasses because they kept sliding down. When a few young teachers saw this, they dug out a raincoat from somewhere and offered it to him, but he politely declined.

"It's okay." Nie Weiyang said, "I'm a combat expert. Maybe I can help you write something related to combat and survival."

The Chinese teacher gave him a suspicious look—all he could tell was that his Constitution and Strength attributes must be very high.

"What evidence do you have?" she asked subconsciously, then realized her tone might be too sharp. After a pause, she added, "I mean... we are responsible for what our children learn."

Nie Weiyang smiled and opened the access rights to his personal profile.

"My name is Nie Weiyang," he said.

(End of this chapter)