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

Chapter 24 Township head, don't you want to come and see?

An Feng's face darkened again.This big tank was moved from his house.

Jing Zhao's tone was light: "Which one of you belongs to, you don't want to be punished by God. I'm here to help you."

In front of many villagers in the ancestral hall, An Feng could only bear his breath and said, "The gods can tell you what you need to store food."

Jing Zhao smiled unhurriedly: "Then I won't know until I ask the god of heaven."

Gu Jingzhao called Aning, and the two danced and danced in the courtyard in the middle of the ancestral hall, while Gu Jingzhao kept chanting words.

The more he danced, the faces of the people in and outside the ancestral hall became more and more ugly.

Every year, the Dawu sends priests to the villages on the birthday of the ancestor of the witch to dance ghosts and sacrifice to the gods, praying for good weather in the coming year and bless the safety and success of the villages.

It is clear... Gu Jingzhao's act of praying is the act of a priest!
"Gu Jingzhao is the messenger of the gods. You can see that his prayers are the same as those of San Benyun."

"Fart, his ritual is obviously more difficult than San Benyun's, at least it has to be at the level of a great witch!"

"Great witch... Do you think Gu Jingzhao is one of the ten great witches who came here to save us when he learned that our village is in trouble."

Having said that, everyone felt more and more that there was a possibility.

After a while, Gu Jingzhao finished all the rituals.He stopped slowly, closed his eyes with an inscrutable look: "Is An Nanhuai's family here?"

A woman at the door suddenly heard her son's name being called, she was in a daze for a moment, and hurriedly pushed her man into the ancestral hall.

After the man entered, Jing Zhao slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Who are you, An Nanhuai?"

The man said: "I, I am his father, and Nan Huai is my son."

Jing Zhao said "En", and put his hand on the man's arm, "Go." He just said one word.

"Go, where are you going?" The man didn't realize what happened, and was completely out of the situation.

An Feng said: "The god you said wants to give food to his family?"

"Exactly." Jing Zhao slowly opened his eyes and replied.

An Feng rolled his eyes around, and winked at the person beside him, who left in a hurry.

An Feng said: "Then let's go."

Jing Zhao took a step, then stopped: "My clothes..."

"Don't wear it! Just go like this!"

Jing Zhao: ...

Anyway, as long as he is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

Jing Zhao strode out of the ancestral hall.

Outside the door, girls and women exclaimed.Jing Zhao saw several women covering their own eyes while covering the eyes of the little girl beside them.

"Rogue! Disciple!"

Jing Zhao was wronged, not because he wanted to be naked, but because their dear village head did not allow him to wear clothes.

The women avoided them, and the others followed them all the way to An Nanhuai's house.

As soon as Jing Zhao entered the door, he saw the child he met yesterday in Shang Shi Ji, An Nanhuai also took a breath when seeing Jing Zhao.

Soon, he saw An Feng, the village chief, who was following them, and almost a whole village of people.An Nanhuai's heart was pounding, he didn't know what was going on outside.

He raised his eyes and looked at Jing Zhao, Jing Zhao looked away indifferently, pretending that he had never seen him.An Nanhuai learned to do as he did, and ran towards his parents as if nothing had happened.

Jing Zhao walked around his house casually, murmuring, "That's right, it's the family chosen by the gods."

He looked at the middle-aged man: "Where's your grain trough?"

The man was completely frightened by his aura just now, and was stunned for a while, but it was An Nanhuai who shook his hand beside him: "Father, Mr. Gu is talking to you."

The man suddenly came back to his senses, and responded, "Oh, sir, I'll take you there."

He made a gesture of invitation, and took Jing Zhao to a small room next to him where items were stored.The inside is neat and clean, and the wooden shelves are neatly arranged one by one.One of the large grids is a wooden grain trough.

It's just that the grain trough has bottomed out, and only a thin layer of old corn is laid out.

Jing Zhao said, "Since there are new grains now, let's go with the old grains."

The man immediately shook his head: "Sir, please tell the gods that this old rice is also food and can satisfy your hunger, so don't throw it away."

Jing Zhao curled his lips slightly in the dark, what the man said was exactly what he thought.A thrifty good man who passed his test!
In fact, if the man heard him say that he wanted to throw away the old rice and did so without hesitation, Jing Zhao would not have given him the grain.

With a flick of his hand, Jing Zhao cleared the crowd away, and called Aning, and the two looked at each other and nodded.The prayer ceremony began.

Someone had already seen Jing Zhao perform at the old woman's house in Zhaiwei in the morning, but they still enjoyed watching it with gusto. No matter how many times they watched this kind of prayer ceremony, they would still be shocked and feel a sense of awe from the bottom of their hearts.

After Jing Zhao finished the last movement, he pointed at the grain trough and shouted: "Full!"

Everyone was amazed, and the same situation as in the morning appeared again!

The golden millet appeared out of thin air and filled the grain trough layer by layer. The millet collided with each other and hit the grain trough, like waves piled up layer by layer.

The grain troughs that were originally empty were covered layer by layer, dazzling golden color everywhere!

It has been a long time since everyone present has seen so much food. This food is enough to feed a whole family for a month!
The man ran to the side of the grain trough in disbelief, and copied it with both hands, the cold and round touch, real corn!

It's true!

He couldn't control the panic and the trembling of the muscles on his face, and murmured: "It's true, it's real corn..."

Several senior people in the village also ran forward, and someone took one and stuffed it into his mouth, took a bite, and said, "It's corn!"

An Feng also held a handful in his hand, of course he knew that the thing in his hand really existed.Gu Jingzhao really conjured food.

But how is this possible...

He has a fake mouth with a mutilated body, and he is still an outsider, how could he have the ability to communicate with gods.

But at this time, the crowd of onlookers had already become agitated, and there was commotion in the crowd, and many people whispered.

"He is the messenger of the gods! He is the great witch sent by the ancestor witch to save us!"

I don't know who took the lead, one after another in the crowd, all of them fell to their knees in an instant.Everyone shouted in unison: "Bless the Great Witch, save Xiaxi, the Great Witch, save us."

There was a loud cry.

[Ding, all the corn exchanged by the host has been distributed. 】

The system notification sound flashed, Jing Zhao slowly opened his eyes, and lightly glanced at the few people in front of him.

"Major, don't you want to come and see?" Jing Zhao finally fixed his eyes on An Feng who was at the back of the crowd.

(End of this chapter)