"Your Majesty …" Wen Zhong looked complicated. "I wonder if your Majesty has a rainfall method?"

"Rainfall method?" By ourtenant said, "Isn’t it enough that the ancestors went to the altar to offer sacrifices and then gave showers?" What other methods are needed? "
Wen Zhong said urgently, "I know some Daoism, but I don’t know the method of rainfall. If the king makes such a solemn sacrifice, it will arouse public resentment if he doesn’t pray for rain!"
By shaking his head, "how is the rain praying? It should rain if people don’t live here in drought for months. "
Wen Zhong felt that the king who shared the people’s worries was a little naive. How did Yu think about it?
He said with a cross heart, "There is quite a bit of my meager sensibilities in the old minister’s fairy home, which has helped heaven to get rain for the king and the people in the irrigation river mouth to solve their troubles."
Don’t!
I was just about to think about it.
Tiandi will definitely not sell Wen Zhong noodles, and it’s a family matter. It’s not easy to move out of school.
After dealing with Wen Zhong, he was called to Youhun.
You Hun’s construction is very reassuring. It’s a good job to build a beacon tower. The only fly in the ointment is that he dare not bring greed to work and dare not build a bean curd residue project. I don’t know who built Yang Fei’s house for Chonghouhu. That’s a talent!
But it doesn’t matter that you have to kiss the altar. If you build a tofu altar, your life will be in danger.
"YouQing altar to you to build need this …" By whispering.
You Hun turned pale and knelt down to beg for mercy. "I … I … beg your majesty to spare my life!"
A frown man can’t kneel with gold on his knees.
Seriously, "Do you know who is the most reassuring person in loneliness?"
"I … I don’t know"
"It’s you! Qing Zhongyi knows very well that if you can’t build the altar according to your instructions, is there anyone who can be trusted in the court? "
"It’s so important to be alone and have fish and water. You can’t be a man and dare to blame you!"
Fish has water.
Especially muddy trembling more and more severe, he never thought that his Zhou Wang heart was so important.
Suddenly, I was fooled and lame, and I bowed my head and said, "I will live up to it!"
……
Months of drought have filled the mouth of Guanjiang River with a strange atmosphere.
After hearing that Zhou Wang was going to sacrifice for them for rain, the rumors became even more uncontrollable.
Even worse than before.
Many people in the street are whispering something. People believe in ghosts and gods in this era.
The people are better at fooling Su Hu than You Hun. They can fool the soldiers of the three armed forces into fighting to the death. The people can also fool themselves. They think that drought and thunder are all disasters caused by the theory of destiny.
Everyone knows that nine times out of ten, we can’t get the big business, and more than 600 years ago, we succeeded in asking for rain.
What’s more, it’s disrespectful to sacrifice people. I’m the destiny to control heaven, and Zhou Wang
Can this work?
It will make things worse!
The perpetual calendar is a good way to know the festivals, but it’s up to God to decide whether it’s sunny or rainy!
The people are simple farmers, who think that since the harvest depends on God to enjoy food, this skill is different from breaking the road of life!
Wen Zhong went to heaven day by day, and by the time he came back, Youhun had already built the altar.
The Emperor of Heaven didn’t give him noodles or cut him off.
Actually, there was a Mi Shan in the Pixiang Temple for chickens to peck at, a mountain for dogs to lick, and a big lock candle to bake.
It is said that it will not rain until the chicken pecks and m a dog licks a candle and burns the lock.
When did this wait?
But it’s not easy for Wen Zhongshi to intervene in the family affairs of the Emperor of Heaven, and it’s too late to help others at this time.
Wen Zhong looked up at the altar, which is three meters high. The golden sunshine is spectacular and particularly eye-catching. Once it doesn’t rain, it also attracts hatred.
He can make other preparations for the failure of rainfall, and please use the same rainfall technique to irrigate the estuary and his party. It’s better to minimize public anger and resentment if it can’t fall a few days later today.
Wen Zhong, who took ten guards to the altar, couldn’t set a date long ago, and the sudden cancellation of the ceremony was even worse.
The altar is a little swaying, which can hold forty or fifty people, but the guards are the top three.
Looking up, the weather is fine, and there is no sign of rain.
Chong Yingbiao dared to ask, "Does the King really rain?"
"Hui" was solemnly nodded and said solemnly, "The ancestors of Chengtang can attract the lonely rain, and they can certainly do it."
Chongying Biao looked at Fang with a sad face. Wen Zhong "It seems that there is no way to smell a surname."
By the expression on his face, he knew that Wen Zhong had gone to heaven, and it seemed that the Emperor of Heaven was unmoved.
So it is even more impossible for the Emperor of Heaven to rain because he controls the sky and makes people king.
More and more villagers gathered near the altar, and the Royal Guards kept order.
A farmer carrying a hoe passed by and said to the old man beside him, "I heard that Zhou Wang is going to pray for rain."
"Can it really rain?"
"Do you think it will rain? That is, if God punishes Zhou Wang and does not take back his speech, the scourge will not be broken! "
"It seems that Zhou Wang didn’t retract his remarks …"
"Isn’t it a joke if it doesn’t rain?"
"Hush and be careful"
A white-bearded teenager in the crowd watched quietly.