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

Chapter 28 Don't stand under a tree on a rainy day
It doesn't matter if you don't want to go, we all belong to the same village, and as the head of the village, I should pay more. "

An Feng made his words so clear that everyone present heard his plan, and everyone was a grasshopper on the same rope. If something happened, no one could get away with it.

Seeing that there was no objection, Anfeng was very satisfied, waved his hands and said, "Then let's go home and get ready, see you in the second watch."

In the second watch, under the old poplar tree at Zhaizikou.

Someone arrived here ahead of time, anxiously looking around for An Feng's figure.

He didn't agree with Anfeng's robbing method. After he went home and discussed it with his wife, he felt that the matter was not so incomprehensible.

If you tell Gu Jingzhao that if you can’t pay the tribute, you will sacrifice the child, and ask him to help talk to the big witch, maybe you can avoid the sacrifice, or you can ask Gu Jingzhao to borrow the food to pay the tribute.There is no need to engage in this fight at all.

What's more, according to his wife, Gu Jingzhao told the people who went to eat in his shop today that there will be a heavy rain tonight, so everyone remembers to go home and collect their clothes.

But the weather was clear that night, and there was no sign of rain at all.

His wife said: Maybe it's because they haven't done anything yet, but God knows they want to do something to Gu Jingzhao.Otherwise, how do you explain that they want to burn Gu Jingzhao to death, and the sky is going to rain heavily?

Regarding the gods, it is better to believe in their presence than in their non-existence.

He still decided to persuade An Feng, let's forget about tonight's action.Killing Gu Jingzhao is a trivial matter, offending the gods, it is not enough to pay them a whole village.

He walked around two more times, and after seeing An Feng from a distance, he waved to him quickly.

An Feng quickened his pace with a sickle in one hand and a lantern in the other.

At this moment, suddenly a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the intense white light illuminated the sky and the earth for about an instant.

- Boom!
Thunder struck the sky, and flames flashed, and the old poplar tree close to Anfeng was instantly split in half by the huge lightning. The flames whipped up thick smoke, which sprayed upwards in puffs, and the smell of burning came from it.

The sickle and lantern in An Feng's hands fell to the ground in shock, and he stared at him with a pale face. With a plop, he knelt down: "Old Five!!!"

An Feng yelled heart-piercingly, the man had been struck black by lightning, standing upright beside the scorched old poplar tree, like an old stake, motionless.

The rest of the people arrived soon, followed by torrential rain.Lightning flashed and thunder struck, and the torrential rain poured down. Everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them.

An Feng was also frightened and stupid, and it was naturally impossible to carry out tonight's action.

Not to mention the strangeness of the rain, even the fifth child died strangely.

The rain didn't come sooner or later, but it happened when they were preparing to attack Shangshiji. It was a coincidence that the thunder and lightning happened to hit this tree, and the fifth child happened to be standing under the tree.

It can only be said that all of this is fate, and Gu Jingzhao's life should not be terminated.

The people sent An Feng, who had lost his soul, and Lao Wu, who had lost his life, back to the ancestral hall, and sent people to Shangxi overnight to invite the patriarch down.After a night of turmoil, at dawn, the rain finally stopped, and the carriage that the patriarch was riding in began to drive towards the stream.

Jing Zhao slept very peacefully this time, and the rain finally broke the heat wave for several days, and finally cooled off.

When he got up, Aning had already gone out and turned around, and was sitting on the threshold, carving something with a small carving knife in his hand.

He usually gets up at Yinshi, but this time is too early for Gu Jingzhao, a modern slob!Yinshi is the best time for him to sleep with Duke Zhou in his arms. Getting him to wake up at this time is tantamount to costing him half his life!
Fortunately, Aning didn't coerce him into the habit of waking up early with him. Instead, he would try his best to keep his movements light so as not to disturb Jing Zhao's sleep.

"Gu Jingzhao, something happened." Aning sat on the threshold and didn't reply.

"There was no movement last night, something must have happened." Jing Zhao said calmly, "What's wrong?"

"Someone was struck to death by lightning." Ah Ning said.

He recounted the news he heard from outside to Gu Jingzhao.

Jing Zhao was speechless after hearing this... In other words, has no one told him that he can't stand under a big tree when it rains?Easy to be struck by lightning!

Jing Zhao asked, "Is there any other news?"

"An Feng was so frightened that he lost his soul. The others have already sent someone to invite the patriarch, and maybe a priest will follow."

Aning turned around and stared at Jing Zhao with calm eyes: "Gu Jingzhao, is your plan still going on?"

Will the priest come too?

Jing Zhao secretly smiled, maybe the addition of these two will make his scene more full, and this scene will become more and more exciting!
He returned the other party with a firm look: "Of course continue!"

After finishing the last movement, Aning threw the wood carving in his hand towards Jing Zhao, and he quickly caught it. "what?"

Aning motioned him to see for himself.

Jing Zhao walked out of the room and saw the wood carving in his hand by the light of the sky. He was a majestic, handsome and handsome young man. He was dressed in a black robe and stood tall.

A big golden-black snake with a thick bowl mouth was wrapped around his left arm. The snake's head rested on his shoulder, lazily spitting out snake letters, but its eyes were full of bloodthirsty ruthlessness.The other hand held a sword, with a cold light.

Her hair was partly draped and partly tied, a jade crown and a simple jade hairpin were fixed on top of her head, and this face was seven points like her own, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, and firm and courageous eyes.

Jing Zhao blinked, and asked tentatively, "Is that me you're sculpting?"

Aning returned his idiot look, isn't it obvious!

Aning still opened his mouth and replied to him: "Didn't you say that you want people to discover your golden body so that you can build a temple for you?"

Jing Zhao suddenly realized that this was the matter!
He mentioned it casually that day, and the boy remembered it. No wonder he saw him carving something with a small carving knife these days. It turned out that he was carving a "golden body" for him.

Jing Zhao chuckled: "It's really kind of you at this moment, it's kind of like that. Thank you very much."

Aning hummed softly, folded her hands and glanced over lightly.

"Have you figured out where to bury it?"

Jing Zhao blinked slyly, leaned into his ear and whispered, "The ancestral hall."

"A black magpie visits Qiming, and the heart of wood and stone can be found." Ah Ning read the riddle that Jing Zhao gave that day, and curled the corner of his mouth: "It is indeed appropriate."

Taking advantage of the early weather, the two put on their "golden bodies" and sneaked out the door.

The location Jing Zhao mentioned was under the hundreds-year-old camphor tree at the gate of the ancestral hall. This tree was so tall and straight that three adults with thick trunks couldn't surround it.This tree is the thickest in the entire Xiaxi.

There are black magpies docking in this tree all the year round, and it is facing southeast, opposite to the Venus. These two points coincide with the mystery given by Gu Jingzhao.

It stands to reason that it is a natural lightning rod, but last night the thunder did not strike it, instead it split the old poplar.It's really hard to say that this matter has nothing to do with fate.

(End of this chapter)