Chapter 1100: Chapter 740: Rebuilding the City
"What are these things?"
Li Qianluo looked at the smooth and winding wooden paths, stretching from high to low and making a big circle, asking in confusion.
"Slides, haven’t you played on them before?" Xiaohei asked strangely.
"Slides? How do you play with this?" Li Qianluo asked eagerly.
"Silly!"
Xiaohei climbed up, slid down from the top of the slide, went around a loop, and reached the bottom.
"Wow, this looks so fun!"
Li Qianluo’s eyes lit up and she immediately tried sliding like Xiaohei, going around a loop.
"Who came up with such an interesting thing? So clever! I’ve never played with this before!" Li Qianluo exclaimed excitedly. As a cultivator, she grew up without being exposed to such frivolous things.
"So ignorant."
Xiaohei led a group of four- and five-year-old children, lining up to slide down. Children from the Edge Corner Airspace grew up in hardship, and their limited land made it impossible to build such playthings. This was a novelty for them.
Moreover, Xiaohei looked like a four- or five-year-old child. After transforming into a human, he made himself visible to everyone and shamelessly claimed to be Xiang Beifei’s little brother, becoming the leader of the children who had great fun with him.
He not only made slides but also teeter-totters and swings. Initially, he wanted to make a roller coaster, but later decided it was too weak since he could fly, and simply took everyone spinning around in the air instead.
Children of the Human Race had never played with these things before. Under Xiaohei’s leadership, it was as if they discovered the gateway to a new world. The long-lost smiles spread across the square, and children’s laughter was always the most infectious—symbolizing hope for the Human Race.
"Xiao Bei, this slide is so fun, have you played with it?" Li Qianluo waved to Xiang Beifei and asked.
Xiang Beifei was sitting on a bench, planning the design diagram, and looked up at the unworldly Li Qianluo with a smile.
"If you have time, why not help me collect everyone’s opinions and see what needs they have for building houses." Xiang Beifei said.
"I already asked, have asked long before."
Li Qianluo slid down the slide and then floated in the air, gracefully flipping over to sit steadily next to Xiang Beifei, handing a booklet to him.
Xiang Beifei took the booklet and carefully looked through Li Qianluo’s collected opinions, noting that she had recorded many people’s names and needs thoroughly, doing things meticulously.
Yang Xiaoli wanted a separate room, only three feet long and one foot wide, as he had come of age and wanted a private space. Er Ya hoped for gender-segregated living, as there were too many big men in the room, and her parents squeezed her in a corner for protection. Lady Sun hoped for a small stool at home, only seven inches high, because her legs and feet were weak and she struggled to get up from the ground.
Uncle Liu hoped for more toilets to be built in the city. He had a leg amputated by the Dao Palace and had to use a crutch to walk for two quarters to reach the east side of the city every time he went to the toilet. The whole Human Race had only two toilets, one in the east and one in the west, both far away, very unfriendly to ordinary folk with low cultivation and disabilities.
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Xiang Beifei looked at these small requests and couldn’t help but sigh.
With his level of cultivation, he only thought about power, cultivation, the world of the strong, and how to become stronger in the vast world.
But after taking on the burden of the Human Race, he realized that such insignificant needs had become luxuries for lower-class humans.
These people from the Human Race were so used to poverty they didn’t know what luxurious life was like; their imagination was greatly limited, and their requests were truly simple—not even requests.
The higher one’s standing, the less one can see the simple desires of those struggling for life at the bottom. Lofty people are often blinded by their own position and power, thinking the world is only how they perceive it, like asking why people can’t eat cake.
Xiang Beifei took a deep breath, letting his restless heart settle down slowly.
Since he decided to shoulder the responsibility for the Human Race, he must begin by addressing their most basic needs.
Fortunately, he also came from a lower-class family—strictly speaking, his family wasn’t poor, but he was raised frugally, which gave him an understanding of these people’s true needs, and he planned the living facilities accordingly.
He spent seven whole days, working tirelessly, personally visiting many people, and noting down everyone’s needs to the greatest extent possible, then integrated and optimized them. Using Erha’s wood control technique, he designed the city in the style of Jiuzhou, setting up sewers, connecting every household, performing centralized wastewater treatment, and providing various travel methods.
Some houses were built in apartment style, while others were built as small buildings, allocated reasonably according to different needs. Everything was built using Jianmu—purely natural, with no concerns about quality, invulnerable to water and fire, and even an Immortal Realm master couldn’t destroy a piece of wood with full force.
When everyone saw the transformed city, they were greatly amazed!
"Is this mansion really for our family to live in?"
An old lady looked excitedly at the two-story cottage before her.
This cottage was very simple, each floor only about fifty square meters, and considering her family had four people, they built two levels, making reasonable use of space.