I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

"absurd!"

Immediately, several officials behind Zheng Fuyin shouted loudly.

Not only them, even Taoist Mingxu and others were stunned where they were.

Now that the Grain in Ear season has long passed, wouldn’t it be a waste of seeds if we continue sowing?

There is a saying among farmers: if you don’t plant during Grain in Ear, it will be useless to plant again.

"I thought it was a good idea, but I didn't expect it was just a kid who didn't even know how to farm!"

"It would be better to just eat the seeds!"

Faced with people's doubts, Yan Xiu did not refute, but just looked at them quietly.

Although Zheng Fuyin also felt that it was ridiculous, he did not say anything because he saw Yan Xiu looked calm.

"Young Taoist priest, can you tell me the reason?"

After everyone had vented their anger, Prefect Zheng spoke slowly.

Yan Xiu shook his head and still said the same thing.

"If you want the people in the city to survive, you must obey me in everything."

For a while, there was noise in the hall.

However, Taoist Master Mingxu and other disciples in the temple did not speak.

In their hearts, they also felt that this matter was extremely absurd, but seeing the eldest brother's confident look, they couldn't help but believe it a little.

After arguing for a whole cup of tea, the officials still had no intention of stopping.

Zheng Fuyin was torn between his conscience and his desires at this moment.

"Sir, let's go down the mountain. I believe the relief grain from the court will arrive in the next few days."

Disaster relief food?

When Zheng Fuyin heard these three words, he smiled bitterly.

How could he not know even if others didn't know? Even if the relief grain, which had been withheld at various levels, arrived, how many people could it save?

By then, not only will there be starving people everywhere, but even your own official hat will be in danger!

He took a deep breath, stared at Yan Xiu for a while with burning eyes, then rolled up his sleeves and left with his men, leaving only one sentence lingering in everyone's ears.

"Little Taoist priest, the lives of me and the people in this city are now in your hands!"

...

...

The next day.

Groups of farmers carrying hoes and sacks on their backs left the city under the escort of officers and soldiers and headed towards the empty farmland outside the city.

Many refugees thought that the government was preparing to distribute porridge, and followed behind, panting.

It was not until they saw the farmer taking rice seeds out of the sack behind him that they understood what was going on and could not help but express their confusion.

The grain in ear season has long passed, so why would anyone still come to farm?

Watching the rice seeds being sown, someone finally couldn't help but speak out.

"This official must have been starved to death. He is still thinking about planting crops at this time. He can't even wait for the crops to sprout. He will starve to death!"

"Instead of doing this, it's better to cook it into porridge and share it with everyone. Even if it doesn't taste good, at least it can fill our stomachs!"

Not only the refugees around thought it was ridiculous, but even the officers and soldiers felt so too.

But they were ordered not to leave until the rice seeds were planted, firstly to prevent refugees from looting, and secondly to prevent someone from stealing.

As time went by, rumors spread in the city that Prefect Zheng had gone insane.

After all, asking people to farm at this critical moment is a ridiculous thing that anyone who sees would call the person crazy.

Zheng Fuyin also spent his days in great torment.

Seven days later, all the fields were planted, and Prefect Zheng rushed to Fuzhen Temple in a hurry.

He came to the door of Yan Xiu's room, panting, and shouted loudly: "Little Taoist priest, the fertile fields outside the city have been planted."

Yan Xiu walked out of the house and bowed to Zheng Fuyin, saying, "Thank you, sir."

After saying that, he went straight down the mountain.

Behind him, Taoist Mingxu Li Feng and many other disciples followed.

Everyone was whispering, wondering how Yan Xiu would save the people in the city.

Only Shu Jianqing had a firm gaze.

in the city.

This was Yan Xiu’s first time going down the mountain.

The market here was not as lively as in the TV dramas. Ragged refugees were lying all over the street, looking at Yan Xiu and the others with numb eyes.

When passing by the door of a wealthy family in the city, Yan Xiu suddenly stopped and looked up.

The two large gold-plated characters "Xu Mansion" sparkled in the sun.

He found that the Xu family's doorman had a rosy face, which was in stark contrast to the people behind him who had gone hungry twice in three days.

"Who is this Xu family?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Fuyin gritted his teeth and said, "Xiahe Xu family owns eight out of ten grain stores in the city."

Seeing the gnashing of Zheng Fuyin's teeth, Yan Xiu more or less understood the reason.

When they were almost at the city gate, Yan Xiu ordered someone to open the granary door.

Then continue walking towards the farmland outside the city.

Although the refugees along the way didn't know what they were going to do, curiosity still drove them to follow the crowd, hoping that they could get a bowl of porridge.

The fertile fields of Daming Prefecture are all concentrated in the south of the city, with fields stretching to the end of the sight.

The land that was once full of rice ears is now in a mess. The rice ears that have yet to bloom have been pulled up by the roots and thrown away in the fields.

Prefect Zheng felt heartbroken when he saw this scene.

"Little Taoist priest, now is the time for you to tell me what has happened."

Yan Xiu nodded and said, "My Lord, please wait and see."

After saying this, he activated the spiritual power in his body, pointed towards the sky, and suddenly shouted.

"Gather!"

The next moment, spiritual energy that was imperceptible to the naked eye of mortals within a radius of 100 miles began to gather here.

When everyone was confused, only Shu Jianqing was excited and murmured: "That's right, my guess was right!"

The junior fellow student next to him heard this and asked hurriedly: "Senior sister, do you know what happened? Tell us quickly."

Shu Jianqing shook her head. She knew that even if she told it to others, no one would believe it. Only by seeing it with one's own eyes could one realize what a miracle it was.

Gradually, emerald green light clusters like the aurora appeared quietly in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Xiu waved his sleeves, and the light balls exploded silently, turning into a vast spring rain that fell down.

For a moment, light green rain fell all over the south of the city.

The rice seeds, which had just been sown a few days ago, quickly sprouted, broke through the soil, grew, and headed, and then produced ears of rice with plump grains.

The barren farmland a moment ago suddenly turned into a vast green expanse, with each plant full and each ear of wheat forked and as tall as a person.

"This...this, this, this..."

Prefect Zheng was dumbfounded, his voice trembling, and his face was full of disbelief.

But the changes in the fields have not yet ended. Large patches of green rice ears gradually turn golden, and the air is filled with a strong rice fragrance.

They are ripe in an instant!

At this moment, Yan Xiu's sleeves trembled slightly.

The large and plump rice grains automatically shed their shells and float in the air, forming a shocking "rice" river that is so vast and majestic that it covers the sky and the sun.

"go with!"

Yan Xiu pointed lightly, and a river of rice whizzed past everyone's heads and flew straight to the granary in the city.

The rice ears that had just sprouted rice grains were nourished by the spring rain and grew again, one after another joining in.

At this moment, the people of the entire Daming Prefecture saw a pure white Milky Way passing over their heads.

The guard in charge of the granary stood frozen in place, watching himself being drowned by the rice grains that fell from the sky like a waterfall.

Zheng Fuyin fell to the ground with his eyes blank. This scene completely shattered the three views he had built up over the years.

Countless people in the south of the city who witnessed the incident knelt on the ground, kowtowed in the direction of Yan Xiu, and shouted, "He is an immortal."

It was not until more than half an hour later that the spectacular sight stopped when all the government rice warehouses in the city were filled up and the surplus grain was distributed on the open space nearby and piled into small hills.

"Sir, is this enough food to help the victims?"

Feeling the spiritual energy within a hundred miles being wasted, Yan Xiu chuckled.

"That's enough. Absolutely enough." Prefect Zheng nodded woodenly.

At this moment, he felt as if he was in a dream. He had never seen such a scene in his life, and he didn't even dare to think about it.

With so much grain, it would be no problem to supply not only Daming Prefecture but also the surrounding prefectures.

"In that case, I'll trouble you, sir."

After saying this, Yan Xiu turned and left.

Looking at Yan Xiu who was leaving in a carefree manner, Zheng Fuyin suddenly had an extremely firm idea in his mind.

This young Taoist priest must be the reincarnation of a god!

Absolutely!