The first thing Zhang Jiao saw was a milky-white river, like a long river pouring down from the sky, but the water was replaced by thick fresh milk.
However, when the bright white river like milk fell to the ground and made a loud noise, he realized that this was not milk at all.
This is actually rice!
Endless white rice that saves the people the effort of pounding grains!
Zhang Jue stood there in astonishment, and the nine-section staff in his hand even fell to the ground with a "snap".
But this sound is so insignificant compared with the dense and crunchy sound of "clatter" and "dah-dah" when the rice collides with each other.
The only thing that can rival this is the ecstatic cheers of the people around you.
The rice pouring down from the sky became denser and denser, and eventually turned into a huge tide of rice. In the blink of an eye, it piled up into a huge mountain of white light where the altar was originally placed! p>
The mountains of pure white rice are fragrant and make people salivate.
The smell of rice even reached the top of the city, causing countless soldiers to sniffle hard and feel drunk for a moment.
"This... what kind of magic does that horn do?"
On the top of the city, a gun-wielding junior high school student was stunned when he saw this scene and couldn't help but murmured.
However, the next moment, the person in front of him turned around, rounded his arms, and with a loud "Pah!", he was knocked to the ground!
Li Cheng, the prefect of Yecheng, who was wearing the uniform of a military attache, said with an almost ferocious look: "If I hear you being disrespectful to the great sage again, I will skin you!"
The principal covered his face, with blood bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and hesitated to speak.
But there was some dissatisfaction in his heart, and he said secretly: 'Uncle, you said before that the horned monster deceived the public, falsely claiming to be evil, and trying to coerce the refugees into the city. You are so brave...'
But he was just blinded by Li Cheng for a moment and did not react.
When the primary school student came to his senses and remembered what Zhang Jiao had just done in front of everyone, he suddenly felt the hairs on his body rising and shuddering!
When he raised his head in fear and found that his colleagues around him were all shocked and dumbfounded, with almost all their attention focused on the miracles outside the city, he was slightly relieved.
Fortunately, no one heard it, otherwise when the corner was opened... Bah, after the great virtuous master entered the city, I was afraid that I would not have any good fruits to eat!
The prefect Li Cheng no longer cared about him. After angrily scolding him, he hurriedly tidied up his appearance, and then yelled at both sides: "Why don't you open the city gate quickly and welcome the great virtuous teacher into the city!!" ————
In the Han Dynasty, rice was already a very common staple food.
It's just that there is less water in the north, and most of the food is cultivated in the south. If you want to eat it, you need to use the Dechi Road built by the Qin Dynasty to transport it.
With such high transportation costs, naturally few people in the north have the luxury of having a meal of rice. That is the privilege of wealthy families.
But for farmers who have never eaten rice or pounded rice, for farmers who have been digging in the fields all year round and have nothing else to do in their lives except cultivating the land and giving birth to children, distinguishing grains is just as natural as breathing.
In the eyes of the hungry people, they seemed to see the most precious wealth in the world.
They were so happy that they almost forgot their hunger and exhaustion for an instant, and rushed to the mountains together, grabbing the rice with trembling hands, feeling the satisfaction and warmth they had never experienced before.
It was as if at this moment, all the pain and sadness were gone away from them.
The only thing left is the cheers and tears of joy.
Zhang Jiao stared blankly at the mountain-high grain, and his mind went blank. He didn't even remember when he was invited into the city by the prefect of Yecheng.
He only had one thought in his mind at this time.
‘Si Chen’ is probably the true god!
Although the Taiping Sect believes in the Chinese Yellow Taiyi, in fact, they long for the ‘peaceful and prosperous age’ without exploitation and oppression under the rule of the Yellow Emperor.
That is ‘Huang Tian’.
Huang Tian refers to the human order and legal system constructed based on Huang Lao's teachings. Otherwise, how can it correspond to the heaven representing the Han Dynasty?
Therefore, "The sky is dead, and the yellow sky must stand" is completely a pursuit of an idealized society, with very little real superstitious content.
So now, Zhang Jiao is confused.
Throughout the ages, which emperor has not offered sacrifices to heaven and earth, which river has not offered sacrifices to Hebo, and which villages and towns have not offered sacrifices to mountain gods?
But who will live forever? Where will the weather be smooth?
Now there is.
When I offered sacrifices to Si Chen, they really responded. Damn it.
Although Zhang Jiao's psychological activities are not so crude, the meaning is similar.
He recalled the first words 'Si Chen' said in his ear: "Okay, let me help you."
Is this the gang?
Just send food from the sky?
We've even finished pounding the shells. Are you being too meticulous?
What about Zhuanxu’s Jedi Heavenly Power?
The chaos in his mind was so chaotic that Zhang Jiao himself didn't even notice. He clenched his hands tightly throughout the whole process, even convulsing slightly due to extreme nervousness.
At first, his nervousness was fear, fear that all this was just a dream, fleeting like a bubble.
After that, he began to worry about gains and losses again, fearing that his suspicion of Si Chen in the past two days or his disrespectful attitude during the initial contact would offend the only true god who has appeared in thousands of years.
In the end, he was even worried about 'Si Chen'... After all, there must be a reason why other gods did not appear. What if Zhuan Xu's Jedi Heavenly Power becomes true and gods who interfere in mortal affairs without authorization will be severely punished.
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It's not impossible. After Si Chen finished speaking, it took him two days to appear again. Maybe it's because the laws of the gods are strict.
Then wouldn’t he have harmed Lord Si Chenxing instead?
With this thought, Zhang Jue looked anxious and stood up from the main seat, startling the guest Li Cheng who was carefully pouring wine.
The dignified prefect of Yecheng quickly stood up and walked to the center of the main hall of the prefect's mansion. He bowed to the superior Zhang Jiao and begged for mercy.
"Great virtuous master! Great virtuous master, it's not that I don't want to open the city gate before I go down. It's really a severe drought and epidemic. Taxes are not collected every year. The court has repeatedly urged me. Now there is not enough food in the city to feed so many people.
Not hard-hearted."
"Besides, you also said that there are Fei outside the city. If they were let in before, everyone would just end up starving to death!"
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"But now it's better. With the food you borrowed from heaven, great wise teacher, not only the people in the city, but also the hungry people can survive this year's drought and epidemic!"
Li Cheng's attitude was extremely respectful and humble, almost flattering, as if he was facing one of the ten permanent servants in the capital.
Zhang Jiao glanced at the other party indifferently. He had big things in his mind, so naturally he had no room to think about a young person.
He thought for a long time, and finally made a decision with great pain in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Don't touch those grains yet! Let me set up the altar again!"
After saying these words, Zhang Jiao's heart was almost bleeding.
It's not that he doesn't understand how useful so much food is, and how eager those people are to have a full meal so that they can continue to live.
But Zhang Jiao also knows how important a true god who can manifest his spirit is!
After the rice is eaten, there is nothing left. We can only save a city of people.
Because of this, Si Chenruo was disappointed with himself and the world. Like the gods in the sky, he no longer appeared and could only be a clay doll that swallowed incense. Where will the hundreds of millions of people in this world go?
Just when Li Cheng was confused, a peaceful voice mixed with a little tiredness sounded in the prefect's mansion.
"No, you can eat the food as you like. It will take the same effort to take it back."
This sentence was like an imperial edict, which suddenly lifted the huge burden in Zhang Jiao's heart.
Under such great ups and downs, Zhang Jiao couldn't help but tremble and almost fell.
He stabilized his body and stood still, stretched out his hands that were shaking violently under the Taoist robe, slowly joined them, using the Taiping Sect's posture of worshiping Huang Taiyi on weekdays, with his spine straight, he said to the sky with choked sobs: "I wish you all thanks, ordinary people."