I started as an exile, and I relied on space to support my family of loyal heroes.

Magistrate Tong was extremely grateful that his family had left half a day earlier.

He could only hope that the strong wind would not hit his family.

At this moment, huge raindrops from the sky hit the three people.

“Patta, patta~~”

The master's eyes widened in shock.

"Master, it's raining!"

Oh my god, the God Army is truly amazing.

The Heavenly God Army captured Shiquan City just yesterday, and it started raining inside the city today.

The official road was rugged and their carriage could not move fast, so they rested for several hours at night.

Since they didn't see the Heavenly God Army chasing them, they were not in a hurry to travel.

At this time, they should be between Shiquan City and Wuyi City.

It's raining so heavily here, which shows that it must be raining heavily in Shiquan City at this time.

"Yeah, it's raining!"

Magistrate Tong wiped the rain from the corner of his mouth and suddenly felt extremely melancholy.

The rain that he had been looking forward to for so many months finally fell when he left Shiquan City.

Once the news spreads that it rains wherever this divine army captures something, will Emperor Wu of Liang still have a chance of winning?

The common people don’t care who is the emperor. Whoever can solve their current predicament will be the emperor in their hearts.

His unborn nephew----

Magistrate Tong closed his eyes and sighed deeply, letting the rain hit his face.

"No wonder we hear thunder and lightning all the way." The master wiped the rain off his face and sighed excitedly.

"It seems that the thunder we heard earlier was the Heavenly Army praying to the King of God for rain!"

"It's amazing. It rained so heavily in just over an hour..."

As for praying for rain, when the drought lasted for a month, each city would look for many Taoist priests to pray for rain, but unfortunately no one was successful.

Thunder and lightning are not uncommon, but the excitement is always in vain.

It seems that the people they found are not capable enough.

Look at King Yongchang, he prayed for help and it got rain, and it was such heavy rain.

Magistrate Tong listened to his lawyer smacking the rain in his mouth and sighing constantly, and felt very annoyed.

The more powerful the God's Army is, the harder it will be for his nephew to get by in the future...

The more the rain hit Tong Zhifu's face, the more confused he became...

The yamen runner lying nearby saw the rain getting heavier, so he quickly sat up from the ditch and hurriedly took off his bag.

"Sir, Master, eat some steamed buns first to fill your stomach. Once they are soaked in water, there will be nothing left to eat..."

The bailiff took out a steamed bun from his bag with a smile on his face and stuffed one into the hands of Magistrate Tong and the legal advisor respectively.

Eat your fill first so you have enough energy before you can continue on your journey.

The carriage was dragged away by the horses, and the people had to move on foot.

The bailiff took out a snow-white and fragrant steamed bun and took a big bite.

He looked at the stunned master and urged,

"Master, eat quickly, it smells delicious..."

The lawyer sat up suddenly, looking at the steamed bun in his hand, and couldn't help feeling nauseous.

He suppressed his nausea and raised his eyelids to look at the yamen runner who was eating happily.

"Where did you get these buns?"

The water in the canal was getting more and more, and Magistrate Tong could no longer lie still.

He sat up holding the steamed bun in his hand and frowned at the yamen runner, "Your bag is full of steamed buns?"

The yamen runner was slightly startled, swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth with the rain, shrank his neck and said,

"They are the steamed buns that Master gave to General Dong this morning."

"I took it from General Dong's room."

"General Dong is dead, so it would be a waste if we don't take this bun."

"I thought we would need some dry food to travel, so..."

The bailiff looked at the two gentlemen's increasingly dark faces and spoke in lower and lower voices.

He really didn't understand why the two adults looked so angry.

Dong Wenfeng is dead now. If he doesn't take these buns, they will be given to others for free.

If he had not had a flash of inspiration when he was preparing the carriage and had sneaked into Dong Wenfeng's room to take the steamed buns, the buns would have been taken away by those elite soldiers long ago.

In the morning, when he followed his master to carry such fragrant steamed buns to Dong Wenfeng, he was already very greedy.

He no longer remembers what the white flour buns taste like.

Just ate it, it's still so sweet...

Tong Zhifu looked at the half-chewed bun in the mouth of the yamen runner, and his heart surged.

"Ugh~~"

He was still holding back his anger, but when he saw Tong Zhifu vomiting, he couldn't hold it back any longer.

"Ugh~"

The yamen runners looked at Tong Zhifu and the legal advisor with a confused look on their faces as they threw the fragrant steamed buns into the canal. The two of them vomited and climbed to the shore...

"this-----"

The yamen runner looked at the increasing amount of water in the canal, and hurriedly climbed up with his wet bag.

The strong wind mixed with heavy rain hit their faces, it was so painful.

Magistrate Tong crawled to the edge of the canal and didn't even dare to stand up.

The wind is still so strong that it is easy to be blown into the ditch if you stand up.

The three of them lay on the ground shivering, letting the violent storm wash over their bodies...

Magistrate Tong held on to the edge of the canal with both hands, and was occasionally hit by small stones blown up by the storm.

A tear flowed from the corner of his eye due to the pain, but was quickly washed away by the merciless rain.

He had never been so miserable in his life, and just thinking about it made him feel extremely sad...

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