I came to this world to open the way

As the date of rice ripening draws closer, news spreads throughout Yuannan that Mengyang Township may have a bumper harvest.

Not only the adults of the county government could not sit still, but even the farmers in the surrounding towns could not sit still, they all put down their work and flocked towards Mengyang Township.

In a field of green and yellow rice fields, there were a lot of people, and the county magistrate led a large group of people around the ridge.

"How does this rice ear compare with other townships?" County magistrate Zou Wenyu asked the chief book next to him, holding the rice ears from other townships along the way.

The master saw that the rice ears in Xianzun's hands were flat, but the rice ears in Tanaka were full, and there were even more than 100 grains on a single rice ear.

Needless to say, everyone knows it well, but he, a person who really understands agriculture, needs to draw a conclusion.

"Congratulations, my lord, congratulations to my lord, the auspiciousness descended from heaven on Yuannan!" The head book didn't answer directly, but said joyfully.

"Xianzun, this time the Ministry of Officials exam, I'm sure you'll be able to be promoted..." Other subordinates followed suit and congratulated.

They are also happy, although the head work must belong to the county magistrate, but it is so auspicious, can't they share some soup?

"It's too early to say that the millet will not be stored until the summer harvest." Zou Wenyu couldn't hide the joy on his brows, but his serious face stopped his subordinates from celebrating in advance.

"My lord, experienced farmers say that the rain in July this year should be about the same as in previous years, so don't worry." It was Zou Wenyu's master who knew what he was worried about and comforted him.

The corners of Zou Wenyu's mouth curled up, and he ordered: "The Jingzhou inspector censor sent by the imperial court is about to arrive in Langling. You hold my name card and invite the censor to come and witness the auspiciousness in July."

This time, the inspector censor in Jingzhou is old with my family, so I think he will not refuse this request. Once there is a censor to witness, my credit will soon be heard by the heavens.

Looking at the hard work of the villagers in the fields, Zou Wenyu was already wondering where he could be promoted next.

"This is the joy of governing the people, hahaha." Zou Wenyu turned and left, shouting a little recklessly.

After all the officials of the county government set foot on their way back, Fang Yan led him out from the grove not far away. He was fine, but everyone including Xian Yun had serious expressions on their faces.

"Senior Brother Fang, now that Mengyang's summer harvest is coming soon, the county magistrate and the others won't touch the God of Land anymore." Xian Yun said worriedly.

Dialect waved his hands indifferently and said: "It's okay, it's okay, but not only the court can take action."

"Could it be that we do it ourselves?" Xian Yun then asked in a low voice.

"How is it possible, do it yourself, I'm afraid we can't do without now." Fang Yan glanced at the Japanese tour envoy hidden behind, and began to observe the field calmly.

Chen Yao can't figure out what the dialect is going to do now, but whatever, as long as he doesn't end in person, he won't tear his face.

Although there have been more conflicts on the Yuannan border, they can still be controlled.

And from the mouth of the ghosts who escaped by chance from Yongshan County, it can be seen that although Quyou's ghost army retreated steadily under the attack of the Immortal Crane Temple, they still managed to hold on to their lair.

There will be no changes in Yongshan for a while, so what else can stop his miracle this time?

……

It was night, and the weather in Yuannan suddenly changed, with heavy rain pouring down.

The strange thing is that the rain in other places in Yuannan is still normal, but the rainfall in Mengyang Township has suddenly increased, which can be called a heavy rainstorm.

The County Department of Strange News naturally sensed that something was wrong, but now there are only a few small flags of Taoist cultivation, and they can't find out why.

There were no traces of spells in the rainwater, which meant that it wasn't the monks who caused the trouble. One must know that the one who could call the wind and rain was at least an archmage.

And it also needs the right time, place and people. Otherwise, if such a large area of ​​rain is drawn out of thin air, it may take real people to do it.

This matter cannot be resolved by relying on the county's strange news department, so we can only ask the county magistrate to sign it, and ask the county to send someone to come.

Since it was the county magistrate who signed the request for help, the Department of Strange News of the county quickly responded.

Now most of the forces in the county are blocking the county, and the remaining masters need to guard the county, and they cannot spare the manpower to come and investigate.

Three days later, the county government's back house.

Zou Wenyu looked at the rain curtain falling in the outer courtyard, the light rain was hazy, the willows were green and green, and a good ink and wash artistic conception painting vividly appeared on the paper.

But in a blink of an eye, he thought of Mengyang Township dozens of miles away, and felt sad from his heart.

"Can you still ask the censor to change the itinerary?" Zou Wenyu slumped on the seat and asked the master who was waiting beside him.

The master could only sigh, and said: "According to the regulations of the imperial court, Lord Yushi has already reported the itinerary to the imperial court, and I am afraid that it cannot be changed now."

"Why does the sky favor me alone!"

The voice of resentment echoed in the courtyard, and was soon drowned out by the sound of the pattering rain.

Chen Yao was also anxiously waiting for the news from various ministries in the God's Domain. It was certain that someone was causing trouble, but he just couldn't find it.

Not only did he send out all the ghost soldiers and ghost messengers to investigate, but he also traveled through every inch of Mengyang Township by himself, but he did not find any monks who were hiding and casting spells.

"The night traveler reported that there is no trace of monks in the southeast."

"The Japanese tour envoy reported that there are no traces of monks in the northwest."

……

"The Liu family of Dongshan Village reported that there seemed to be a strange divine power."

A piece of unreaped information was brought to Chen Yao again. He had already given up on it. Unexpectedly, when the servant read the last piece, it caught his attention.

"Wait, you said that Liu Tutu reported a strange breath of divine power? Are you sure it's divine power?" Chen Yao asked with a frown.

The close attendant is the rotating official of the Secretary's Pavilion, and he still has some qualities. He immediately replied affirmatively: "Reporting to the emperor, it is true. The messenger asked me to let him stay outside temporarily. Do you want to summon him?"

Soon, the messenger was brought in front of Chen Yao.

"Tell me in detail, what's going on here, a strange breath of divine power?" Chen Yao glanced at the messenger and recognized him as a distant relative taken in by the Liu family.

But he didn't care about these, anyway, Liu's own subordinates raised them by themselves, and nepotism was also within a certain limit.

"Reporting to God, when my land was inspected according to your instructions today, I noticed it by the small river outside Dongshan Village. Although it was very faint, I can confirm that it is not your divine power." The messenger tidied up his words and replied succinctly.

Divine Power Breath Chen Yao believed that Liu would definitely not admit his mistake, because the source of his divine power was all provided by him, even if it changed after integrating into himself, the essence would not be much different.

"Xiaohe?" Chen Yao has been the land of Dongshan Village for so long, so he naturally knows where Xiaohe is.

It was a small stream running along several villages. It was not named because it was too small. The villagers all called it a small river.

The small river is only more than ten miles long, and it can't support a river god. It's not that Chen Yao never thought about the possibility of a river god.

But he had done a field investigation at the beginning, so there was no possibility of the birth of a god in such a small river, let alone it was impossible for him not to find it under his nose.

Could it be the upper reaches of the creek, the bigger one?