The winter snow has already melted and the weather is getting warmer.

In order to pray for a good harvest in the new year, the common people must offer sacrifices to the God of Spring, Jumang, for good luck. Last year was not a good year, but there was still a small bumper harvest. This will undoubtedly give the common people a shot in the arm and prepare them for greater success this year. Looking ahead, the ceremony is more solemn.

Shen Tang's grass-roots team is finally not so shabby.

Everyone wears new clothes and looks energetic.

As the saying goes, "Once born, twice familiar, three times four times familiar, Shen Tang is familiar with hosting this kind of sacrifice."

The difference from last year was that this year a young man dressed solemnly appeared behind Shen Tang, his face was somewhat familiar.

Judging from this position, the young man is slightly higher than Shen Jun's subordinates. He is either Shen Jun's new confidant, or a young man whom Shen Jun values ​​​​very much, or he may be a promising young man from the same clan who wants to take this opportunity to give the young man a head. Long face.

The people watching onlookers speculate in their minds.

All the officials in the government offices were not so curious.

They all know Lin Feng's identity, and know that the latter is the proud disciple of Gong Cao Chu Yao, who is much more favored than his other apprentice Tu Rong. Shen Jun brought Lin Feng with him, most likely because he wanted to promote young people, and had no other meaning. …

There were also complicated glances at the expressions of Chu Yao and others - a young man leaped ahead of them, how could he not have any objections in his heart? However, everyone had solemn faces and solemn postures, and no trace of dissatisfaction could be seen.

As the chief priest, Shen Tang needs to lead everyone to worship Goumang, recite a farming poem or article in front of the altar, and then convey his thoughts to heaven to pray for a good harvest this year.

Shen Tang had experience last time and had no stage fright.

"The God of Spring is above. Shen Youli, the governor of Heyin County in Xiaguan, is leading all the officials in charge. We are here to pray to the gods for a good harvest and good luck in the new year. I hope the God of Spring will be kind and protect you——"

When Shen Tang said this, he paused slightly.

The source of last year's bumper harvest.

She roughly figured it out.

It is inseparable from the saying of the Spring Plowing Sacrifice. The saying takes effect and brings a spring rain to moisten the land. The seeds planted are nourished by the energy of heaven and earth, and only then can there be a small bumper harvest in the autumn. This year, the same process will be followed.

In this world where people are forced to sell their sons and daughters just for a piece of food, food is too precious and it is the life of the common people.

If we can achieve a high yield of food, even if we ask the common people to nourish the land with their blood, I believe they will do it without hesitation.

"I wish - one grain of millet is planted in spring and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn!"

After the words were spoken, Shen Tang was mentally prepared for the Dan Mansion's cultural energy to be drained. In addition to Jiang Sheng, Chu Yao and others were also ready to take action at any time to prevent their lord from falling into a coma due to depletion of literary energy on such an important occasion as the spring plowing ceremony.

result--

no response???

Shen Tang blinked blankly.

He raised his hand and touched the position of Dan Mansion and was dumbfounded.

Last time it was "unintentionally planting willows to create shade", why this time it was "deliberately planting flowers but not blooming"? For a moment, Shen Tang felt that the atmosphere was solemn to the freezing point. She quickly sorted out her emotions - comforting herself not to be too greedy.

Last year's bumper harvest helped her tide over the difficulties. This is a blessing that ordinary people can't envy. How can it be like this every year?

Or maybe, this talking spirit actually has a CD, and it needs to be cooled down for more than a year after being used once? In order to lighten the atmosphere, Shen Tang searched for another song. Only Jiang Sheng was still confused, wondering why the lord changed the congratulatory message temporarily.

"The wheat is as deep as a human being, and the ground is not visible. There are more than ten stalks in one bud, and five or six ears in one stalk. The solid kernels are large and strong, three times as old as they are in years. The carts are full of carts, and the calves are packed with tails... This is God's blessing. Be benevolent, the rain will arrive at the right time. The thieves and frogs will be wiped out, and all the land will be thickened. The people who sigh will never forget what God has given..."

Shen Tang read this section of "The Wheat Harvest" from beginning to end.

Suppressing the slight disappointment in my heart.

well--

There really is no second time for a miracle.

Shen Tang calmed down and was about to ask the altar boy Lin Feng to step forward to offer incense. She stumbled forward as if the world was spinning. Her legs seemed to be no longer her own. The Dan Mansion, which used to be rich and solid, set off a storm, and there seemed to be a wave from the outside world. The suction, like a whale sucking a cow's drink, disappeared in an instant. The words she wanted to say turned into "fuck" she was cursing in her heart!

Gu Chi and others already have experience.

As long as the spring plowing ceremony is not over yet, accidents will always happen, and the result is just as they expected. But when they take action, they realize that the situation is much more serious than they imagined. The words of the spirit are "extremely greedy", as if there is no way to fill it up. of holes.

Fortunately, this year's lineup is more luxurious than last year's.

Chu Yao's Wen Gong was finished, and Jiang Sheng also had Wen Gong.

With the help of these two super large power banks, he barely managed to survive. Everyone looked like they were surviving a disaster. Jiang Sheng had "what happened" written all over his face. Chu Yao and others told him that the Spring Plowing Sacrifice should keep an eye on the Lord, and he might be more polite. When the situation is bad, let him help with quick eyesight and hands to prevent the Lord from being backlashed by the spirit of words. Do they call this "poor literary spirit"?

Zhao Feng, who was watching the sacrificial ceremony: "???"

This scene looks so damn familiar.

This was the case last year.

I think this is the characteristic of Fugu City.

Several old officials were trembling in their hearts, but after all, with what happened last year as a basis, they could barely hold on to their position - if the Spring God was really angry, last year would not be a good year, and this year will be the same... No Don't panic, be calm and calm.

Shen Tang stood firm with Lin Feng's support.

She turned pale, took a few breaths, and recovered.

"Lingde, please go over and offer incense."

Lin Feng looked at his mistress worriedly, and seeing that she could barely stand still, he gritted his teeth and did as he was told.

As the cigarette curled up, the sounds of the last year reappeared in her ears. The opening line was the familiar "Shennong worked as a farmer to benefit the world; Yao ordered his four sons to honor the people; Shun ordered Hou Ji, Food is the leader of politics...".

Unlike Shen Tang and others whose alchemy palace was emptied out, Lin Feng's alchemy palace was filled up, and the majestic giant palace appeared and disappeared among the clouds, mountains and fog. She didn't need to carefully identify it to be sure that it was the one before. The “Nong” Palace I’ve seen.

What secrets are hidden in this huge palace?

Thinking together, Lin Feng suddenly woke up.

What caught my eye was the teacher's concerned gaze.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Chu Yao asked.

Lin Feng shook his head: "No -"

The literary spirit has also inexplicably increased a lot.

She thought she was in a coma, but in fact she was just dull and absent-minded. Although the spring plowing ceremony had twists and turns, it still went on smoothly. Shen Tang, as the chief priest, drove the cattle to plow the fields and sprinkled the grain seeds, and other officials worked together.

Shen Tang completed the entire journey last year.

This year's special circumstances can only be a show-off.

It wasn't that she wanted to be lazy, but that her physical strength couldn't stand it. She had to gasp for breath after taking two steps, and her legs were as soft as two noodles. She said: "If you don't give me a good harvest this year, I will really be sorry for this." The sin that my son suffered..."

Several power banks were also drained.

They sat in the field and rested without any image.

Jiang Sheng couldn't hold back his words until now.

"What happened just now?"

Shen Tang caught a glimpse of Zhao Feng who was helping in other fields, and changed his words: "To put it simply, my way of being a scholar is related to farming. The use of words and spirits can nourish a small area and increase the possibility of a good harvest, but this Things also have pros and cons - every word spirit requires a huge amount of literary energy, and you are so embarrassed even though there is another one this year..."

Jiang Sheng: "..."

How old is Ha Yoon County?

Covering such an area will consume all the literary energy of several top scribes, and it will only increase the probability of a good harvest. If there are other irresistible external factors, such as the raging locusts flying from other places, all the hard work will be in vain.

Looking at it this way, it seems really tasteless.

but--

My lord has the national seal in his hand.

In other words, this is actually the way of princes?

It is still very weak now, but once the climate is formed, the potential will be immeasurable. Jiang Sheng understood in a moment, but still complained a little, and said: "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Qishan smiled and said, "Didn't you already tell me?"

Jiang Sheng got annoyed when he saw him.

I didn't step on his face for the sake of my colleagues.

"You call that informing?"

Qishan said: "It's not that the walls have ears. I think with your intelligence, you can naturally understand..."

Some words can only be implicit and cannot be too straightforward.

He mentioned everything that should be explicitly or implicitly mentioned.

Jiang Sheng was choked and asked again: "Is there anything else you want to hide from me?"

Qishan said decisively: "No."

Jiang Sheng snorted: "That's it."

Qishan: "..."

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, life is really difficult.

He and Chu Wuhui often quarreled and became red-faced, he and Gu Wangchao broke each other's hearts from time to time, and he and Jiang Xiandeng were old enemies. Only Kang Jishou, his "cousin", could give him some warmth.

As for the lord???
To be continued...