Just when Qiu Ping and Shrew were looking at each other seriously, a somewhat familiar voice sounded behind them.
The little shrew was startled and jumped forward to escape, but Qiu Ping stretched out its fins to catch it and held it in his lap.
"Lord City God!"
Qiu Ping looked at the person coming, with a sweet smile on his little black face.
No, when he looked at the City God, his calm eyes were so penetrating.
"It turns out that Master Fucheng Huang, he thought that Monk Fou came to beat them." Only then did the shrew clearly see the identity of the person coming, and his heart suddenly felt relieved.
It turns out it’s one of our own, so that’s okay.
"Little mouse, I'll go back first." The city god glanced at the shrew and said softly.
"Lord City God, he is not a mouse, he is a shrew. His name is Qu Jingjing, that name..." The shrew liked to be called a mouse in front of others, and was about to correct the mistake of the City God.
However, he found that Cheng Huang's eyes narrowed slightly. Without saying a word, he turned around and jumped into the space and disappeared.
Qiu Ping tiptoed and prepared to run away. As soon as he took two steps, he was restrained by an invisible force.
The entire body was suspended in mid-air, and no matter how hard his fins struggled, it was of no avail.
"Brother, Dongci will come to watch a show with me again. He will be very busy tomorrow..."
The little shrew's voice gradually faded away, leaving Dong Qiuping alone to stare at the city god.
"Lord City God, he remembered that He Bo wanted to talk to him about official matters, so he had to take the first step." Qiu Ping looked at the City God who was as calm as a cold pool, and felt inexplicably weak in his heart.
"Then the matter of the Locust God going to plunder food must have something to do with me." The City God looked at Qiu Ping, his eyes and his whole person were unpredictable.
"That matter has nothing to do with him. If the locust had evil intentions, he didn't instigate him at all. He can swear to his fault!" Qiu Ping rushed to clear up the relationship.
Besides, he did not instigate or instigate anything.
"Whether you are a god or you are doing things, you must be calm and do not worry about temporary gains and losses. The way of God is long-term and everything should be considered as a long-term plan, otherwise good intentions will turn into bad things." The city god did not say anything more, so he said no.
He patted Qiu Ping's head and said something he couldn't quite understand.
Qiu Pingna didn't dare to move at all. His head sank a little to the east with the flapping of Cheng Huang's legs, just like a naughty student in school being caught by the dean.
"Okay, let's go play."
The city god waved his legs, and Qiu Ping, as if he had been granted amnesty, plunged into the stream beside him and swam away quickly.
"well."
Seeing the God of Plague confronting the monks in the temple, the city god sighed slightly, but immediately his whole body was connected to the hundred-mile boundary of Changning County, and the huge pressure everywhere pressed eastward.
Separate the plague god and the temple.
The two sides are fighting in his territory, and if he doesn't come forward to mediate, it's hard to say that the port is gone.
…
Qiu Ping swam all the way back to the ancient well along the Didong River, feeling secretly grateful that he had escaped unscathed.
After all, did the big locusts plunder the food because of his words, and did the following series of things happen?
Is he really not confident enough in front of the City God?
Of course, Xiao Niyi refused to admit that he borrowed a knife to kill someone.
Just when he returned to the outside of the village, he suddenly found that the atmosphere was somewhat good.
The policemen yesterday had obviously collected the grain, but tomorrow they led a group of people to the village, and they were in a tense confrontation with the villagers.
Listening to the quarrel between the villagers and the police, Qiu Ping understood what was going on.
It turned out that part of the food last month was eaten by locusts, and part of it was accidentally burned by the torches used to drive away the locusts. In addition, there was inexplicable loss along the way. When it was first transported to the city, less than 30% of the food was left.
There is not enough food, what should we do?
The county magistrate paid for it himself? The policemen who transported food found a way to supplement it? Shouldn't they go to Locust to claim compensation?
Of course those are not possible.
But they have a better, smarter, simpler way.
It would be nice to ask the people in Huang'ao Village to provide more food, and naturally everyone would be happy. The county magistrate could send the messenger to Zaitou, and the messenger would be exempted from punishment.
As for what to do if those mud-legged people don’t have enough to eat? That’s not something they need to consider.
If the people suffer even more, won't they have food again when the rice harvest is harvested in autumn?
Just endure it and it will pass quickly.
"Alas." At the threshing floor, the landowner looked at the somewhat chaotic scene in front of him, his face wrinkled.
It was supposed to be a good harvest next year and an unprecedented bumper harvest. But in the end, people starved to death. That is not funny or absurd.
Most of the people in Huangao Village did not regard him as his descendant, and he felt very worried.
Qiu Ping looked at everything, but his whole body was frozen in place as if he had been struck by lightning.
"How can that make sense? How could it be like that?"
His throat was a little dry, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, but he was holding back his breath and didn't know how to vent it.
The Tudigong looked at Qiu Ping and then turned his head.
"Many things in that world don't make sense. It's like wolves eating sheep and sheep eating grass. Whoever is weak should be eaten."
Hearing those words, the breath in Qiu Ping's heart suddenly escaped.
His eyes were a little dazed.
"It's all his fault. If he hadn't said that, nothing would have happened."
When the city god asked him about his crime before, Qiu Ping seemed to have a clear conscience, but now his heart was as sharp as a knife and he fell into endless self-blame.
He finally understood the meaning of Cheng Huang's words.
Was it because of his own anger that he caused so much trouble to the people of Huang'ao Village?
He could put all the blame on them, but he would lie to himself.
"He's so stupid, really." Qiu Ping suddenly felt that everything was boring, and his little cleverness couldn't be more stupid.
He can always see the thing in front of him. If he is not a lowly, short-sighted and smelly loach, he can look up and look out of the well, and he can see that small piece of sky.
Qiu Ping was so dejected that he did not return to the ancient well, but instead plunged into the small ditch next to it.
He swam aimlessly, his heart filled with frustration.
Qiu Ping raised his belly and looked up at the sky. The summer sun shone warmly on the water and also on his belly.
No matter how warm the sunshine is, it can't make him happy.
"Alas, maybe he is not suitable to be a god at all." Qiu Ping let out a long sigh, and when he was about to change his posture, he found a shadow blocking his sunlight.
"Little loach, why are you unhappy?"
Qiu Ping turned around and saw a man in green clothes with a handsome face and a jade shawl on his leg standing behind him.