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Volume 1 Anchang City God Chapter 175 Prayer

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    In today's Daqian, although the world is in chaos and vassal towns are everywhere.  =====

    But at this time, most of the princes in the vassal town still held official positions in the imperial court.

    At most, like Song Yu did before, he could seal himself in the name of an imperial edict.

    But no matter how you say it, you are still wearing the guise of the imperial court, giving the imperial court some face!

    But once Song Yu greets you!  Even a three-year-old child knows that he needs to be independent!

    Even if the building is about to collapse at this time, there are still three pounds of nails in the rotten ship!  Song Yu was the first to greet him, and the backlash he received was the most violent.

    "Moreover, how can the dragons from other states in the world just sit back and watch? Otherwise, the whole world will attack together!"

    If Song Yu wants to show his support and completely abandon the name of the imperial court, then his luck at this time will be reduced by at least 30%!

    With an unstable foundation and so many backlashes, if you are not careful, your life will be ruined and your clan members will be implicated!

    "But otherwise, how can we abandon the imperial court and become independent and self-reliant!"

    "To compete for the world and achieve the position of true dragon, training is essential, let alone have anything to do with the previous dynasty"

    Song Yu¡¯s eyes were dark, and he had made a complete decision to give up his position in the imperial court and establish himself as the Marquis of Wu!

    "Although we have decided to form our own system, we still have to choose the right time! Come September, under the magical power, Xin'an's yield per mu will definitely increase by more than 50% this year. By then, the people's hearts will have returned, and all the rivers will flow, and we will be able to completely escape  The best time for the imperial court to restrain you!¡±

    Previously, Fang Ming moved the administrative office to Xin'an Prefecture, sent out divine officials, and used the power of fertile land to increase Xin'an's yield per mu to build momentum for Song Yu.

    It¡¯s almost September now.  When the yield per acre comes out and spreads throughout the five prefectures, it will bring good luck.  How many should there be?

    With the great righteousness of heaven, the people's hearts can be attached to you instantly. This alone can increase your luck by 30%, making up for the loss of the court's righteousness.

    The people's support will also drive the scholars and powerful people to submit, prompting them to submit.  This foundation was instantly solidified.

    And, this can also be spread to the world.  Although most families from other places don¡¯t believe it, at the critical moment, it can be worth a hundred thousand soldiers!

    "This year I will conquer Shanyue and capture the two prefectures. I will have a good harvest. If I receive the title of Marquis of Wu, I can send out troops to fight for the dragon next year! I want to see who else can stop me in Wuzhou?"

    It was getting late at this time, and the setting sun in the distance burned the clouds red.  Looking from a distance, the sky at this time seemed to be covered with a layer of red gauze.  Extraordinarily beautiful!  The red clouds are floating and the breeze is blowing.  The clouds change and take on different shapes.

    Suddenly, the clouds froze and turned into a winding shape. From a distance, they looked like snakes and dragons, guarding them.

    Even Song Yu was a little surprised when he saw this form.

    At this time, the ancients paid great attention to the connection between heaven and man, and the most important thing was visions, and Song Yu could not help but be affected by it.

    "As soon as I had this thought, a vision occurred! God must help me!"

    Song Yu was overjoyed and walked down the stairs.

    "My lord!!!" Shen Wenbin, Song Si and others looked at Song Yu's heroic figure reflected in the dragon and snake guard formed by the fire clouds. They couldn't help being surprised and knelt down to salute.

    "Hahaha! This is a good sign, God bless me!" Song Yu laughed and said: "Quickly pass this on. The red dragon descending from the sky is a sign of great prosperity in our town!"

    "Promise!" Shen Wenbin and others looked at their lord, feeling more majestic than usual, and couldn't help lowering their face and agreed in a deep voice.

    Soon, the news that a red dragon descended from the sky to protect Jiedu spread throughout the whole government and spread to other places.

    When Song Yu returned to the mansion, she saw traces of white air coming towards her.

    "If it was before, it might have been of some help, but now, it's just a drop in the bucket" Song Yu said with a smile as he looked at this little bit of luck.

    This deceitful luck is not that much. If it were gathered on Yibai, he might have the hope of being in the seventh rank.

    But before Song Yu got rich, he had a lot of resources.

    When Xin'an Mansion is captured, it can only be regarded as a small help.  Now, occupying the five mansions, lush and lush, is almost a blessing, but these luck can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket.

    But it would be good to get a little more. He was a little greedy. Song Yu shook his head and laughed.

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    The sun and the moon rotate, time flies, and it¡¯s September before you know it.

    September in the golden autumn is the harvest season.

    At this time, the Xin'an Mansion was in a state of joy, with both ordinary people and government officials all looking happy.

    Since the city god was ushered in, not only have tens of thousands of fields been opened in various places in Xin'an, the vacated fields?, and the refugees and landless tenants were taken away in one fell swoop.

    In this way, the security pressure in Xin'an will be greatly alleviated, and there will be less conflicts between civilians and aristocratic families, and Xin'an will naturally be in good hands.

    ¡°In Fang Ming¡¯s view, the number of crimes committed has been greatly reduced, and the hostility in society has also been reduced a lot.

    At this time, two old men dressed as farmers were walking side by side on the street, chatting with each other.

    ¡°Old man Wu, the rice is growing really well this year. I¡¯ve calculated that we can harvest at least a hundred catties more. This is really a blessing from the city god¡±

    "How come I heard that it was Song Jiedu who made the gods, and this place of Longxing has supernatural powers?" Old man Wu said with some confusion.

    "I think it's the City God's favor! Ever since the City God came, the incense has been strong. Whether it's a disease in the family's livestock or asking for blessings from my son, it's all effective. Isn't there news coming from Anchang? This person who believes in the City God, just  The land can be guaranteed to have a good harvest"

    "Then let me ask you! The Zhang family next door doesn't believe in the City God. Why does their land also have a good harvest? Is it possible that the City God also blesses him?" Old Man Wu smiled and asked lightly.

    "This" The old man who spoke earlier was speechless and forced himself to say: "Perhaps it was the City God who showed mercy and saw that the Zhang family's life was not easy, so he gave him this favor"

    "Okay! As you said, the increase in production in Xin'an Prefecture is also a blessing from the City God?" Old Man Wu said with a hint of joking in his voice.

    "Hurry up and shut your mouth! If you slander the gods in the street, be careful of retribution!" The old man quickly covered Old Man Wu's mouth, bowed in all directions, and muttered: "Don't blame the City God! Don't blame the City God!"

    But I felt a little regretful in my heart for discussing this matter with the old man Wu who didn¡¯t believe in the City God.

    "Okay, let's go back quickly! If it's any later, the farm work will be delayed" Although Old Man Wu doesn't believe in this ghost thing, he usually hears it a lot, and there are also some three-person tigers, and he also secretly regrets it.  , but said nothing and hurriedly urged the old man to go back.

    "Exactly! We still have to harvest the rice at home! Even if we have to hand over 50% to the Li family, after excluding taxes, we can still keep a lot, so we can live a good year"

    As soon as he mentioned this matter, the old man's face turned away from the clouds and became filled with joy.

    "Yes! Yes!" Old Man Wu agreed.  I looked at the sky again and saw some clouds in the distance and some moisture in the air, and I immediately screamed that it was bad.

    "Old Suntou, look at it, is it going to rain today?" Old Man Wu has been doing farm work all his life and has rich experience. When he saw the sky, he knew that something bad was going to happen.

    "Damn it!" Lao Suntou looked up at the sky and couldn't help shouting.

    Once it rains, the crops in the fields will be finished, and all the hard work throughout the year will be in vain!

    "I saw it yesterday. It was fine. Why did it start raining" Old man Wu could hardly stand and was about to collapse on the ground.

    "What can we do?" Old Man Sun was about to cry but had no tears, and was a little at a loss.

    Old man Wu didn¡¯t know where he got the strength at this time, he jumped up suddenly, tugged on old man Sun¡¯s sleeves, and said: "What are you doing standing still? Hurry home and harvest the rice!"

    At this time, the dark clouds were getting thicker, but the raindrops did not fall, but passers-by also saw that something was wrong. There were many farmers crying on the roadside, or in a hurry, going back to harvest before the rain and reduce losses.

    "It's too late!" Old Suntou looked at the sky, tears finally flowing freely: "I have worked hard for most of my life, and finally I have some hope. I didn't expect this to be like this. God, you treat me so poorly!"

    "Yousigh" Old Wu stamped his head, feeling helpless.

    He also knew that, looking at the sky, it would rain heavily in less than a moment. Even if he went back at this time, how much would he be able to harvest?

    At this time, I heard several farmers running together towards the center of the city, and the sound of voices could be heard faintly in the wind: "I heard that this city god can not only ensure a good harvest of the land and a safe home, but also control the rain. At this time, it is  You have to try treating a dead horse like a living horse!"

    When Lao Suntou heard this, his eyes lit up, and he took Lao Suntou's arm and ran towards the City God's Temple.

    "Hey! Old Suntou, are you too sad and obsessed? Our home is not over there" Old Suntou's hand was so strong at this time that it caused Old Wu's head to hurt.

    "I'm not crazy!" Old Sun didn't look back, but his voice was as calm as ever: "I can't count on God, and I won't be able to collect much food when I go home. I can only go to the City God and ask him to show mercy.  Bless us¡­¡±

    Old Wu Tou instinctively wanted to refuse.  But now that I am in a desperate situation, I want to grab even a straw.

    Hearing what Lao Suntou said, although he sighed at the nonsense, he did not break away and followed Lao Suntou to the City God's Temple.

    In the center of Fucheng, the Chenghuang Temple is already full of people kneeling down with letters.The disciples are all praying.

    Since ancient times, food has been the most important thing for people. Harvest is a huge thing. In a moment, believers will gather. If it takes a while, parents and officials may come to make public sacrifices and pray to the city god to show his power and disperse the people.  Rain clouds ensure a good harvest!

    Old Suntou saw that the front was really overcrowded and could not squeeze in, so he knelt down in the square and muttered: "Bless me, Lord City God, please disperse the rain clouds and give my family a way to survive"

    With a pious voice, he also bowed and bowed down.

    Old Wu¡¯s head was being pulled, and he was surrounded by believers. Thinking about his harvest, he sighed and knelt down. Although he didn¡¯t usually believe in ghosts and gods, he couldn¡¯t help but pray silently at this time: ¡°If there is a god, please show his spirit¡±

    The devout incense of faith, along with prayers, turns into a golden wave and enters the City God¡¯s domain.

    In the quiet room, Fang Ming opened his eyes, the golden color flashing in his eyes, and he understood the external situation.

    "There is rain at this time, but it is not good for the harvest, and there are believers pleading, so we should take care of it!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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