I handed in the sand sculpture through the book system

However, in just one morning, the announcements of the government affairs group spread to the surrounding area at an unprecedented speed, spreading one after another inside and outside the capital.With the help of the crossing team, by the afternoon of the same day, this almost absurd and magical news had taken root in the fields and countryside, and even the farmers who entered the city were inquiring. The girls in quarantine glared at them, reprimanding them for daring to doubt His Highness's announcement.

Now that the government affairs team in Jiankang City is in charge, it takes those trivial "epidemic prevention" more seriously than the sky. The king of Hengyang rescued him from the human traffickers and the old bustard. He was so grateful that he could not repay him. He regarded His Highness as a god. Don't talk about the king of Hengyang just ordering a spring rain, even if he said that the sun rises from the west, these young people It must also be believed.

But farmers have dealt with crops for half their lives, and they know the weight of a rain better than anyone else.They are illiterate, but since they can remember, every year they can see refugees fleeing because of the weather—too little rain will cause drought to death, too much rain will cause waterlogging to death, as long as the high heaven is a little bit unsatisfactory, countless poor peasants and even those who have enough food and clothing will die. The family will fall into hell in an instant and become victims struggling on the verge of life and death.These disaster victims begged and begged for their lives, but only a very few lucky ones were able to sell themselves to wealthy families, and most of them became silent and hungry people on the side of the road.

Thieves and rebellious soldiers only kill when they cross the border, but the unpredictable climate above the Nine Heavens kills all the time.

The farmers worked hard in the fields day and night, endured countless hunger and cold like tireless cattle, and worked hard all year round, but they could only barely make ends meet under the exploitation of the government and the rich.But no matter how difficult the life is, no matter how hard he struggles to survive, even if he deducts his own rations, he will not dare to miss the bowl of rice offered to Yu Shi Hebo at the end of the year.They dare not expect the rain master to take care of their small harvest, but only hope that the gods will show their noble hands and leave a little food for life.

For the farmers who are farming to survive, the Heavenly Emperor Yan Luo is of course high and unattainable; but the rain master He Bo, who is in charge of the weather, is the most awe-inspiring god and must not be desecrated.Not to mention that little commoners have to struggle to survive at the hands of the rain master, even the most noble emperor in the world, the son of heaven, doesn't he have to sacrifice to the rain god year after year?

Under the double state of awe and fear of the Rain God, the announcement issued by the government affairs team was obviously too frivolous, even dazzling.The peasants who went to the city were unhappy, and after returning home, they described it with embellishments, which aroused a new wave of ridicule in the countryside.Not only the ignorant people are laughing at the arrogance of King Hengyang; The night did not ask for a drop of dew; what ability does the King of Hengyang have, how dare he call the rain god?

Even if they have some spells to blow up docks, they definitely don't have the face!

"Heaven has permanence, it does not exist for Yao, and does not perish for Jie." The village chief and neighbor chief who has a little knowledge of pen and ink shook his head in front of the crowd: "Can a mere mortal insult Master Yu so lightly? If you do unrighteous actions, you will die , Auntie, wait for it."

Everyone nodded one after another, laughed and went home separately, discussing the ignorance and absurdity of the nobleman's memory along the way.

But having said that, at Yinshi in the early morning of the second day, many farmers still got up in the dark. Rain is the lifeblood of farming. Check out the door.

——It's just that I ran into an acquaintance who criticized the government affairs group yesterday on the road, so I couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

It was Mengchun, and the weather was still dark in Yinshi.The two gates beside the city wall were closed tightly, only the snow-white notice posted yesterday was still flying in the morning breeze.The crowd from the outskirts gradually gathered around, and after exchanging a few greetings in the air-conditioning, they poked their heads and looked into the city gate.But there was only an empty long street showing through the gap in the door, and there seemed to be no one on duty.

Seeing that there was no eyeliner around them, the crowd gathered around a little less courageously, and talked about the absurdity of the notices on the city wall; The dissatisfied tycoon opened his mouth openly and denounced Chengyu.

These people have been in the country for a long time and are quite prestigious, so their words can especially stir people's hearts.Before the announcement, they talked loudly and worriedly, implying the crowd obliquely: the king of Hengyang is arrogant and ignorant and commits crimes, if he only suffers on his own, that's all.

These few words were horrifying to the extreme, and they hit the peasants' most feared weak spot impartially.As a result, the crowd of onlookers suddenly went into an uproar, and looked at each other in blank dismay; some timid ones simply faltered and panicked, and even turned pale.Seeing that everyone was panic-stricken in an instant, someone finally couldn't hold back and stood up from the crowd:

"Father Zhang, what you said is unreasonable. The court just uttered a few big words, how could it harm the people of a city?"

Everyone followed the prestige, but saw a tall, dark man who stopped.This man's surname is Wang Xingsan, and people in the countryside call him San Si Lang.This person used to have a younger sister who was a helper in the city, but she was severely injured by the owner because of a small incident, and she has been unable to get out of bed until now;Hearing the people's speech is too disrespectful now, Wang San naturally wants to stand up and defend the court a little bit.

But what a cunning character Zhang Zhang is, he just glanced up and down at this clumsy man, and then he figured out how to subdue him in his stomach.He chuckled, but there was an indescribable cruelty in his tone:

"Wang San, you keep saying that these are just 'a few big words' and 'no harm'. The meaning in the words is that this year will be smooth and there will be no accidents?"

This sentence is sinister and ruthless, and it is clear that it wants to pin the blame for the weather change on Wang Sanlang's head.Subconsciously, Wang Sanlang felt that something was wrong, but he was clumsy with his tongue, and after much deliberation, he still could only speak in a low voice:

"me--"

"What are you?" Old Zhang smiled coldly, and tapped on the ground with his crutches: "One mouthful of saliva and one nail, if you say it won't cause harm, doesn't that mean that the weather is going well? Wang Si, does what you say count?"

Wang San was tongue-tied and looked up in panic, only to see strange expressions of pointing fingers around him. The people around him had cast their gazes one after another, and there was absolutely no kindness in their expressions.His heart skipped a beat, and sweat was already dripping from his forehead.

Father Zhang swept left and right, knowing that the situation was under control.Father Zhang has a great reputation in the countryside thanks to his rascal son, and he has never known what it means to stop when ordered.Seeing that the momentum had come, he immediately took advantage of the victory to attack, staggered forward leaning on crutches, but a pair of shrewd old eyes fixed Wang San firmly:

"Wang San, does what you say really count?"

Wang San was sweating all over his head, and finally took a step back, subconsciously stretched out his hands and danced wildly, as if instinctively trying to block everyone's eyes: "I, I..."

Father Zhang sneered in his heart, ignored the big slaps of palm-leaf fans, puffed up his old chest decisively, and went up to him impartially - with his son's ability, it was more than enough to coerce these stupid peasants.Not to mention that Wang Sanzhen accidentally gave him a hand, even if he sweated a little while waving his hand, he could still make this stupid man pay for a new suit of clothes——

Before finishing the thought, there was a icy coldness on Father Zhang's face.

He was so overjoyed that he wanted to lower his head to find the sweat stains on his clothes, so as to screw Wang Laosan to the ground.However, just as he lowered his head, there were several chills on his neck immediately.

——Could it be that the city wall seeped water?

Father Zhang was puzzled.He raised his head, just in time to see the transparent water droplets falling in the air.

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There were no wild cheers or screams erupting from the gates of the city as the rain fell from the sky.On the contrary, what diffused in the crowd was a kind of silence, a strange silence.

Just like things in a dream suddenly appear in reality, the first reaction of human beings in the face of such a big impact is often absurd and bewildered.The city gate was crowded and crowded, but hundreds of heads looked up, but there was not a single sound.

The sky is still dark, only the occasional coolness on the lips and forehead can wake up the mind.However, even though the consciousness has recovered a little bit in a daze, when Wang Sanlang and others opened their throats, they could still only make a mighty sound—the reverence rooted in the blood of peasants for 1000 years swirled up, and it was unimaginable in my heart. But no matter how strong the wind and waves are, they can only shrink back when they reach their mouths.They stared at the empty water droplets in the air with their eyes wide open, but with all their strength, they could barely stand, their muscles and bones were so stiff that they were like logs.

This strange standing continued for a moment, until the creaking of the city gate broke the silence—the heavy cast iron-clad wooden gate burst open, and fifty or sixty knights in red clothes stepped out of it.

Wang Sanlang turned his head slowly, staring blankly at the knight sitting on the tall horse.According to the rules of the past, these farmers should bow down immediately after seeing the nobleman to show the most humble respect.However, Wang Sanlang didn't move, and so did the people present. They raised their heads and necks like stone sculptures, and stared straight at the knights lined up at the gate of the city.

The leading knight didn't say anything, he just wiped off the rain on his body, reached out and took out a piece of silk from his bosom, and stretched it out.His voice was loud and thick, and it spread far and wide in the morning air:

"Follow me, Your Highness has orders!"

After a sound, he patted his horse forward and raised the silk.The yellow silk was fluttering in the air, and the cavalry below followed on horseback, also shouting loudly:

"Follow me, Your Highness has orders!"

The shouts in unison were as loud as thunder.Muli's Wang Sanlang finally came back to his senses trembling, he tried his best to tear his throat open with trembling lips, but the rushing blood roared like a mountain torrent, and in the end he could only cry out in his trachea:

"Follow me, Your Highness has a will, Your Highness has a will!"

He stumbled and rushed forward, trying to keep up with the galloping knight.But the crowd was too dense and crowded, and Wang Sanlang tripped over an unknown number of people during the pushing—but no one roared or cursed. Opened his mouth, but could only repeat the same sentence:

Remember "Follow me, follow me, Your Highness has a will, Your Highness has a will!"

At first it was just three or four high-pitched calls, but gradually the calls turned into waves and tides, like rivers and seas making majestic calls, one person after another woke up from their stiffness, and then they shouted again and again, Shouting hoarsely and without reservation.The shouts were deafening, one after another, but over and over again, without any change:

"Follow me, Your Highness has orders!"

The sky was still dark, and looking down from the city wall, one could see bright red cavalrymen in the transparent rain curtain, hovering and spreading across the dim grass like lines of fire.And behind the hunting flames, there is a dim and hazy earth, and the crowded and staggering crowd on the earth.The rags of various colors blend together in the night scene, but from a distance, it looks like a wave of strange colors is roaring and churning... This wave is chasing the flames and rushing towards the hazy light in the east.

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Bei Yan took the photo carefully.He looked at it carefully for a moment, still sighing in his tone.

"Using red to create a contrast with the background, cleverly using the effect of sunrise and morning light to create a contrast, the artistic conception is simply amazing." He sighed in admiration: "If there is a photography exhibition, it will win the first prize at least...so who would think of using The one in the red uniform? So creative."

Xiang Liang raised his hand.

Bei Yan snorted and asked with interest: "This color is very bold! How did you think of using red?"

Xiang Liang put down his hand, with a calm expression:

"Because the red uniforms are unsalable, the garment factory is willing to offer a [-]% discount."

Bei Yan coughed violently, and resentfully dropped the photo taken by the drone.

"Is the cleanup going well?"

"As expected." Xiang Liang said: "The deterrent effect of calling the wind and calling the rain is indeed too great. According to the reports of the operatives who went to the countryside, they said that the few tyrants they focused on monitoring have completely lost the will to resist, and some of them were even killed. Relatives overturned those who took the initiative to tie them up—some were too active, and they had to be restrained a little bit.”