Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 22 The Red Star Falls from the Sky, Liang Yan Flies Low

"Me too. My dad said it was bragging, that Gu Jiazui didn't even know how to cook, and he detoxified? It's a big joke."

The children hurriedly poured out what they heard from their adults to Jing Zhao.

Jing Zhao was amused when he heard it, and it seemed that the result he wanted had been achieved.

"Uncle Gu, do you really know how to detoxify the tiger?" The voice of a child in the crowd overwhelmed the others.

Jing Zhao looked at him and smiled mysteriously: "Next time, I will perform for you personally."

His eyes sparkled: "That's it!"

"I don't believe my father anymore. He said that you are a fake, but the food you cook is so delicious; he also said that you can't cure the poison of the big bug, but you will definitely be able to. Uncle Gu, you are amazing!"

In an instant, Jing Zhao received a pair of admiring eyes.What is he capable of, one day, he will be loved by a group of children.

"Ahem, so-so, third in the world." Jing Zhao said modestly, "Go and play."

After the children bid farewell to Jing Zhao one by one, they followed Xiaohu and Xiaoyun and slipped out through the back door. The tall man walked last, and Jing Zhao just called him to stop.

"Hey, what's your name?"

The kid turned around: "An Nanhuai."

"Your name sounds nice, come back tomorrow, I will cook for you tomorrow." Jing Zhao said.

An Nanhuai bowed again, "Thank you, Mr. Gu."

Jing Zhao waved his hands and smiled, "You're welcome."

"Boss Gu."

A timid call came from behind him.

Jing Zhao turned around and saw there was another one in the yard.This man was the little chubby man she had led in just now.

An Zhiping stood awkwardly in front of Gu Jingzhao, not daring to look up at him.

"Boss Gu..." He paused for a long time, "Do you have food?"

Gu Jingzhao paused for a moment, suddenly did not understand the meaning of his words.

"You, aren't you full yet?" Jing Zhao smiled, "I'll get you another bowl."

An Zhiping waved his hands again and again, "No, no, that's not what I meant. I want to say..."

"Ok?"

An Zhiping swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he clenched his fists tightly, looked at Jing Zhao with concentration, and said seriously: "Boss Gu, you, you are a good person, but...be careful."

"Why?" Jing Zhao asked.

"I, I..." An Zhiping's chubby face was tangled for a long time, and after a while, he made up his mind: "It's my father... They want to burn your shop and rob you of your food."

The little fat pier burst into tears, and told what happened while crying.

Jing Zhao was silent for a while after listening.He guessed that An Feng would have some evil ideas, but he didn't expect that this guy was so vicious that he wanted to set him on fire.

"Uncle Gu, run away. My father is the head of the village, and the villagers listen to him very much. I don't want him to kill someone and go to jail, and I don't want you to die. As long as you leave Xiaxi, nothing will happen."

Gu Jingzhao laughed twice, and patted his head, "Thank you for your reminder, I will be careful tomorrow."

It is impossible for him to leave, what will happen to Aning, what will happen to the Shandan family, and what will happen to the Qing family when he leaves.He had to stay, in order to save people, and also for the praise coupons.

Jing Zhao personally sent him out, and said: "Thank you Zhiping, I will be careful, and I will not let your father go to jail, but after you go back, you can't mention to anyone that you met me today, including your father. Neither can your mother."

An Zhiping opened his big eyes, "Do you really have a way?"

Jing Zhao smiled easily, stroked his head, "Of course."

After An Zhiping left, Jing Zhao filled a bowl full of chicken soup with Aning's exclusive Dahai bowl, and he knocked lightly on the door with the soup.

"Come in."

Aning's voice was weak, and he sat on the head of the bed, sipping soup, his movements were as elegant as ever, Jing Zhao watched him eat as if he was admiring a work of art.

He made a special version for Aning, with less oil and less salt, which is very suitable for the wounded.

"Is it better? Does the wound still hurt?" Jing Zhao nervously looked at his injured abdomen.

"I'm not a little sick chicken, this little injury can't hurt me."

Sick chicken? ?Who is this connotation!

Jing Zhao was furious, and he didn't know who was so dizzy that he couldn't walk in the morning, or he carried it back by himself!
Ah Ning finished the last sip of soup and put the bowl on the table.

"Gu Heipao, you must start your plan ahead of time." Aning said, with a bit of seriousness in his light tone.

Jing Zhao frowned slightly, with doubts in his heart: "But your physical condition is not optimistic now, so take it easy."

"Wait until someone comes and burns you to death in the store?"

"No, no." Jing Zhao waved his hand, "The red star is falling from the sky, Liang Yan is flying low, and there will be heavy rain tomorrow."

Aning was silent for a moment, "Gu Jingzhao, you must act tomorrow."

Aning paused and said: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it will be very rare to want such an opportunity next time."

"But……"

Aning suddenly slapped him on the arm, "A man should do what he says, and he should be decisive in everything. What's the matter with you bitch?!"

Jing Zhao burst into tears after being slapped by him.

Is this brat really a wounded person?How could he be so sick and still have such incredible strength!
Jing Zhao was forcefully pulled up by Aning: "Come on, let's start." He sat on the threshold and directed Jing Zhao.

Jing Zhao said: "Since we want to create a god, we must make me an unshakable and deeply rooted existence in their hearts."

"The first step is to deliver food to them tomorrow. I have already stored the food in advance. When the time comes, you will play a play with me. I will do a ritual like the Dawu praying to God on weekdays, and let them know that I am with the Dawu. Generally can understand the world.

In the second step, I want Anfeng to set fire to me, but it won’t kill me. I want this heavy rain to prove to me that I am the messenger of the gods, and no one can touch me in this mortal world.

The third step, I want them to find my golden body for me, let them believe that I am a god, build a temple for me, and worship every day. "

Aning said: "The first two steps are fine, but at the end...how can I find your golden body?"

Jing Zhao chuckled, "Have you ever heard of the great method of sprouting soybeans?"

Aning frowned slightly and shook his head.

Gu Daming was clever and Jing Zhao had a trick at this moment, "Just wait for me to put on a good show for you!"

"Okay, in order to ensure the success of our performance tomorrow, I'm going to teach you some moves now." Jing Zhao started to dance while talking.

This is a complete new system of rituals that he synthesized by combining Nuo dance, Dong dance, and some worship rituals in Shaman culture.

He taught it once, and Aning learned it as soon as he learned it, "Why are your rituals slightly different from those of the great witch?"

Jing Zhao smiled again, it was quite different!

Neither is a cultural system.

The two practiced in the yard twice more, and after a tacit understanding, they went back to their room to sleep.

The next day.

Just before dawn, someone slammed on the door of Anfeng's house frantically, "Something happened to the township chief! Go and have a look."

(End of this chapter)