Chapter 398
Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 398
2020-12-29
Chapter 398 ReturnsJinling County!
In front of Jiming Temple, Fang Dou stood in front of the door and saw the mottled wooden door.
The copper furnace in front of the door is covered with rust, like green vines entwined in circles, as time goes by the breath assaults the senses.
"Age!"
After ten years, returning to the hometown, everything seems like yesterday.
Fang Dou was in a daze. He originally left Jiming Temple and went to Danyang County, but didn't expect to return, ten years had passed.
"Chicken Master, hey!"
Fang Dou went all around the Jiming Temple, checking back and forth, the more he felt that it was just a dream.
Only Heaven and Earth, which was developed earlier, contained fruits, vegetables, peppers, and trees that were prosperous, but the fruits were all picked.
Suddenly, a hunched Old Lady, carrying a bamboo basket, walked to the Jiming Temple.
Old Lady dim-sighted from old age without noticing Fang Dou, walked to the copper stove, took out three dry grasses, and plunged them into it.
A bamboo basket is placed on the ground, with a few steamed buns pinched from loess in it.
Withered grass as incense and loess steamed buns, this old man is very sincere despite his poverty.
"God bless the chicken, the sky will get better soon, and there will be rice at home in the coming year!"
Old Lady put her hands together and kept talking.
Fang Dou could see that the Old Lady was a local and came here to pray to God.
This time I came to Jinling, except to revisit the old place, there is no other meaning.
revisit an old haunt, with mixed feelings in my heart, many things have remained the same, but people have changed.
County Magistrate Guan Ziqing, who was promoted as early as a hundred years ago, was transferred to the Imperial Court to take up the post of Beijing official.
This promotion is also normal. First, Guan Ziqing achieved remarkable political achievements during his tenure in office. Second, he is a direct descendant of a famous sect, and naturally he must be cultivated and reused.
After him, three more County Magistrates came. Floods and droughts occurred alternately, and the people became more and more impoverished.
People's homes have long run out of food, many fields have been abandoned, and often the whole village has no smoke from cooking, and the silence is scary.
Fang Dou returned to Jinling all the way, but seeing the people's life in decline, it was far from the peaceful scene he came across.
In front of the Old Lady, if ten years ago, the bamboo basket was also filled with multi-grain steamed buns.
Old Lady talked for a while. After all, she was old and frail. In addition, she could not eat enough, and she was also a little tired. She was drowsy and almost fell asleep.
“Old man, wake up!”
Fang Dou hurriedly stepped forward and helped the Old Lady up. It was windy outside and it was easy to catch a cold.
Old Lady had old eyes and tried her best to keep her eyes wide open. When she saw Fang Dou, she was slightly surprised, "Little master!"
Fang Dou thought to himself, he has seen me!
"Can't you, you're still so young?"
Old Lady gestured to Fang Dou a few times, "It's been ten years, why haven't you changed at all?"
Fang Dou couldn't help touching his face, "You're young, you don't look old!"
Then he asked, "Old man, I went out to travel, and I just came back today. The scenery is not very good, there is no food left in the family!"
Old Lady was talking about sad things, her old tears were cloudy, and she wiped her tears speaking of which.
"In normal years, mixed rice and wild vegetables, soup, soup, and water are always half full."
"In these years, it has become more and more corrupt. If there is too much water, there is no water, so we can't harvest food!"
"The wild vegetables in the field are all dug up, and the bark can't be grabbed."
"My family is old fogey, just starved to death last year. When I die, I can't eat a single bite of hot food!"
Fang Dou couldn't bear it, and asked, "Does the government care, the big households in the county should also set up porridge sheds!"
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Old Lady nods, "If it weren't for Qian Yuan's family, who gave porridge every day, the old woman would starve to death!"
Fang Dou thought of this, and heavily nodded, "Old man, I will give it to you. Let's do a trick!"
Old Lady thought to herself, this little master is so funny, her stomach can't be full, who would care to watch a trick?
"Watch it!"
Fang Dou spreads his palms and pushes them down, as if opening a pocket.
crash-bang, white rice flows like water into Old Lady's bamboo basket.
Old Lady rubbed her eyes, then jumped her feet and shouted, "It's amazing, little master, this is rice, white rice!"
Fang Dou smiled nodded, "Old man, I'll give you for nothing, no money!"
After a while, the Old Lady left with a bamboo basket on her back.
Behind her, Fang Dou raised his hand and shouted, "Tell everyone to come and collect rice!"
Old Lady no longer faltered, as if she had been beaten with blood , little feet run fast.
"Don't forget, little master, you are Divine Immortal!"
After a while, people from all directions swarmed and blocked the road.
"The Master of Jiming Temple is back and is giving away rice!"
Old Lady, carrying a bamboo basket full of white rice, tells everyone that in a short time, most of the county will be all know.
Besides the cashier with hair grey-white, the carriage is blocked ten miles away, remember to train again and again.
The driver is also in a hurry, but there is no way.
The people who are stomach rumbling with hunger hold up urns and rice bags, their eyes are green, even if they fall to the ground, they don't care about their lives.
In this situation, if we push hard, I am afraid that these hungry people will eat up all the horses.
"Master, let's wait!"
Mr. Qian sighed, went back to the carriage and sat down, raised his hand, "Wait then!"
In front of Jiming Temple, Fang Dou put his hands behind his back, the void in front of him was like an open mouth, and white rice was continuously flowing down.
In front of him, the heads of people moved, and they held up the utensils in their hands, for fear of missing half a grain of rice.
Fang Dou took out these white rice from the rice bucket. It might be reluctant to feed Jinling County, but it is no problem to invite the whole county to eat.
The hungry people, when they see the sky rising and falling, have mixed feelings in their hearts, their eyes are hot, and they cry with laughter.
"Enough, enough!"
Unconsciously, the people in the front, the rice sacks were slow, and hurriedly turned around to get out of the way.
Someone couldn't wait, walked to the side, picked up a handful of white rice and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing crunchly.
"Rice is so fragrant!
That night, there were more than a dozen people who ate too much raw rice and swelled to death.
This matter, even The local County Magistrate was alarmed, and he called the slightly old Cai Constable.
Cai Constable explained the origin of Fang Dou.
“Oh, it turned out to be a chicken outside the city. The Master of Ming Temple is merciful, and it is also a good thing for Shimi to help the people! ”
The county is also tense, and Fang Dou donates white rice, which can always relieve some pressure.
Five days later, the last few people kowtowed to Fang Dou and brought white rice I left.
Fang Dou looked into the depths of the rice bucket. Over the years, only a thin layer of white rice was left, almost hollowed out.
"The Divine Ability spell is limited after all! "
Fang Dou's rice bucket can only feed the people of one county. In today's world, there are hundreds of millions of famines every year, and the world is everywhere. How can he be alone?
At this time, Qian Yuanwai took the carriage and hurried to the front of the temple. After seeing Fang Dou, he bowed respectfully.
“Master Fang Dou! ”
Fang Dou looked towards him, this acquaintance, who is also old.
When the two met, I still remember when the Jiming Temple was unveiled, and many people who got involved are now It's gone.
"Master, over the years, there has been a divine chicken in the temple, and the villagers have been greatly benefited. ”
Under the introduction of Mr. Qian, Fang Dou realized that when he was away, the chicken master held up this facade.
The god chicken kills monsters and beasts, together with the evil ones warlock, fame is far and wide.
For this reason, Fang Dou has disappeared for ten years, and Jiming Temple is still incense and admired by thousands of people.
However, Master Chicken, you are now here Where?
(End of this chapter)