May is the season for winter wheat harvest.

The main crops here are wheat and rice. Winter wheat is usually planted in October last year, harvested in May next year, and then sowed rice in March and April, harvested in autumn, and planted some vegetables at times. In this way, there is almost everything to do in the year, and the land utilization rate is also very high.

Harvesting wheat is a big deal. The whole village has to do something, and the young and old have to help with some work.

At this time, most of the villagers' faces showed joy of harvest.

Su Hu tried hard to tie the wheat up and was about to transport it to the village mill. When he saw He Song had just finished harvesting a piece and was resting by the field, eating dry food. He went forward and said hello, "Brothers, are you done? This wheat is a bumper harvest this year! I just weighed it and could harvest more than ten or twenty kilograms per mu! This is the harvest that only has the best year of the past year. The Land Lord is a magical one! My father said that after harvesting the wheat, our village will have to offer a great sacrifice to the Land Lord!"

He Song wiped his sweat and said, "Isn't that true! Our village has been worshipping the land god, and this day is booming!" When he said this, he was a little absent-minded, looking at the direction of the county town, his eyes dark, and there seemed to be a hint of desire in his eyes.

Su Hu's eyes rolled, and he thought of something, and couldn't help but say, "Why, are you still thinking about that? That's right, you and He Lao Dianshi are also relatives within the three tribes. If you have the opportunity, go and try it. Maybe our village can produce a dictionary!"

He Dong died of illness, and the position of Dianshi was vacant. He had a son, so he naturally took over. Unfortunately, his son did not learn his slickness and ability. For more than a month, he made a mess of errands and offended his boss without knowing it. He knew how to eat and gamble every day. Finally, he was angry and resentful and was dismissed by the county magistrate.

The county magistrate has this power and can recruit subordinate officials on his own, and the highest is the history. However, there are hidden rules. After all, the position of a minor official can be hereditary, and the relationship between the county is complicated. If the county magistrate dismisses the official officer for no reason and appoints a close confidant, the entire county magistrate will secretly join forces to secretly stumbling to the county magistrate, or even harm the county magistrate, causing him to be convicted and removed from office.

Therefore, the county magistrate generally does not do this. This time, He Dong's son offended most of the county government, so naturally no one helps him. But there are rules that he must first select from the children of the He family. If there is really no one available, outsiders can be appointed.

He Song and He Dong fell among the three tribes. When they met, they had to call He Dong "Uncle" as soon as they met. Although He Dong looked down on this poor relative in the countryside, he had to admit it clearly and remembered it. So He Song had this opportunity, although it was very slim.

He Song smiled bitterly and said, "This county is not comparable to the countryside, and has various relationships. Although I know two words and know how to learn, the He family has many children and nephews, so I really dare not expect it."

This means that he has the ability, but it doesn't matter.

Su Hu also smiled bitterly. He knew that this man was talented and wanted to make some connections, but his family had just become a village chief, and he was still two levels away from Dianshi. The matter of Dianshi was a struggle between the county officials, and his family was far from this level. He could only say: "If you want to go to the county and lack money, even if you tell my family, how can you be willing to do this if you don't try it? Brother He has been admired. Even if this time fails, you will have a day to make a comeback in the future."

He paused again, scratched his head, and said, "Or, go and ask the God of Land?"

He Dong's expression moved, but he said with a wry smile: "Author to your noble words!"

With the east wind of the wheat harvest in Qingyu Village, Fang Ming's belief has spread greatly. Dachang Village and Yuanhe Village have built land temples on the altar to pray for a bumper harvest. Now white clouds are constantly coming from his head, and the golden seal is full of two-thirds. His daily net income is hundreds of strands of white divine power, and his savings are even richer. He has about 20,000 strands of white divine power, which can be used at will. The talismans in his body are changing, and Dachang Village and Yuanhe Village are included in the jurisdiction.

The experiment on Li Dazhuang has also ended. He has summarized his experience and started looking for temple cultivation in various villages. He is also preparing to start a cultivation plan for Wu Xinling. He is still looking forward to this "spiritual body". In general, the situation is very good in all aspects.

On this day, Fang Ming was condensing his divine power. Because the red divine power is easier to use, it can be quickly split if necessary, so he planned to turn all the divine power into red. This is the time to grind it. In his body, ten white divine power floated out and entangled with each other, turning into a red divine power, which was very strange.

But when Fang Ming transformed all one-third of the divine power in his body, he seemed to have encountered a bottleneck. The white divine power was repulsive. If the red divine power was not consumed, he could never produce it again. He looked up with some insight, and saw the turbulent luck on his head, and the red divine energy only accounted for one-third of the total, knowing that the limit was reached. No more increase in the proportion of the red divine luck, there could only be these red divine power in his body. However, when he remembered what he had ordered He Dong before, he was a little expectant, so he got up and walked, waiting for the news.

Just as he was thinking, a voice came from outside, "Lord, I am He Dong, please see me!"

The voice was faintly crying, and Fang Ming's heart sank, but he immediately said: "Come in quickly."

He Dong entered the lobby and his appearance surprised Fang Ming. He Dong's body was greatly damaged, one arm disappeared, and his whole body was also defective. If a mortal had this injury, he would have died long ago. He struggled to bow, and then cried and said, "Grandman forgives his crime, villains are incompetent, and have not done their job."

Seeing his appearance, Fang Ming had a guess, but he didn't say anything, and said in a deep voice: "What's going on? You've explained it clearly."

He Dong wiped tears with his remaining hands again, and choked and said, "After the order of the Lord, I went to Qingxi Township to see that Qingyun. Lord Yan promised that as long as he offered to Qingxi Township, he would recruit him as a classic, help him to escape from the shackles, and be promoted in the future."

"When Zhang Qingyun heard this, she was furious and attacked the villain on the spot, beating it like this, and saying..."

"What else can you say, just say it." Fang Ming's voice was calm, and he could not hear joy or anger.

He Dong trembled, gritted his teeth, and said, "Zhang Qingyun also said, "Sir, you are a wolf-like ambition, a top-notch ghost and evil spirit. If you want to occupy Qingxi Township, you will die as soon as possible!"

"Bang" Fang Ming slapped the table with a palm, causing He Dong to tremble again.

Fang Ming sneered and said, "I have made some contributions to protecting Qingxi Township. I wanted to resolve the situation peacefully, but he would not be blamed for his own death tomorrow!" In his words, there was murderous intent.

This is the truth. He didn't want to make a big fight before. After all, if he killed the ancestor spirit for no reason and occupied the altar, it would seem to be a bit of a loss of merit, and Fang Ming would not take it. He also lacked people under his command. This promised Dianshi is the highest position he can take at present, and even He Dong and Wang Liulang were not at this point. Fang Ming was still thinking, if Zhang Qingyun knew the tact and had the ability, then after he became a rural land, he could think about enfeoffing the gods and giving Zhang Qingyun a village of land.

After all, the divine way is not supported by a single god. In the past life, whether in the East or West, there were not many gods. Even the One God Sect had so many angels under his command for him! Therefore, Fang Ming often comprehended the talismans of the priesthood and wanted to find a way to divide the feudal, but this matter was just an idea and there were many problems to be solved.

Fang Ming had sent He Dong to test it before, leaving room for room for anything. After all, if He Dong's talk broke, he could continue talking. Unexpectedly, Unexpectedly, Zhang Qingyun didn't even talk about the rules. Could it be that the ancestor spirit had been in charge for a long time and his mind became stupid? Fang Ming was silent and thought secretly in his heart.

The atmosphere was a little solemn. He Dong was sweating coldly. Fang Ming saw this and said warmly: "This matter is not your fault. You go down first, pay attention to the movements and reports every day." He pointed his hand, his divine power surged, and a white light flashed, and all the scars on He Dong's body disappeared, and even his arms grew out.

"Sir, obey the order!" He Dong thanked and retreated.

As soon as He Dong left, there was another voice outside. It was Wang Liulang, "I'm asking for a meeting!"

"Come in!"

Wang Liulang stepped in with a heavy face. After saluting, he said, "Biao Shu was ordered to inspect the four villages and find out the news. Today I received the news that there were evil ghosts in the green mountains, who were calling out the title of the ghost king of Linjiang Mansion, and were recruiting evil spirits and reorganizing ghosts, with misdeed intentions."

Fang Ming took a deep breath. The name of the Ghost King of Linjiang Mansion was naturally exaggerated, otherwise the entire Linjiang Mansion would have fallen long ago. But the peak of the evil ghost must be real. If the person really turned his attention to the neighboring mansion, it would be difficult to deal with. However, it is also possible that a ghost was using his evil name to take the opportunity to take the opportunity to take the opportunity to take the opportunity to take the opportunity to do so.

He asked, "Where did you get the news? Is it reliable?"

Wang Liulang replied, "It was the news from the ghost of Dachang Village. I have always been familiar with him and have some friendship. He said that the evil ghost is very ambitious. Any ghost with a reputation has received invitations. Many of them are moved to gather in the green mountains, saying that they want to work together, and I am afraid they will take action soon."

Fang Ming rubbed his forehead, had a headache, and walked a few steps back and forth, sat back and forth, and said, "You go down first, then go inquire. Well, bring some wine and meat to the ghost who revealed the news, tell him that if he wants to last long and does not want to harm others, he can come to me to do things. At the same time, order his subordinates to be more vigilant!"

"No!" Wang Liulang saluted and retreated.

Fang Ming sighed, knowing that the evil ghosts summoned troops to cause trouble, and it was not scary. As long as he dared to come to the scope of his control, he would have the confidence to annihilate them in one fell swoop. But he was afraid that it would not attack his own territory, but instead sweep away the villages in other villages. Those villages did not have spirit sacrifices, and they would not be able to cover everything. They would be broken. If the evil ghosts grow and become evil ghosts, they would not be restrained.

Even if he has not become an evil ghost, at this critical moment, this incident will definitely attract the attention of the county and government. When he is sent to check it carefully, his "fake ancestral spirit" will definitely attract attention. In addition, Zhang Qingyun, the ancestor spirit of Qingxi Township, took the opportunity to take the opportunity to add to the insult. That result, hehe!

For the current plan, we can only send our dreams to the villagers under our jurisdiction to prevent them from going to Qingshan to hunt in case of accidents. Then we will lead our troops into Qingshan to encircle and suppress them. We must all be wiped out and the matter will be leveled silently.

By the way, he wished that the county was full of deaf and blind people, so that he could spread his faith in the countryside safely, consolidate his foundation, and solidify his foundation. Fortunately, there are many evil ghosts in this life, and the people in the county couldn't go to the countryside for leisure. As long as the tax was paid, he would basically ignore it, so that he could not be known to the above, but it would probably not be delayed for long. However, if he could delay for one more day, he would have more strength!
Chapter completed!