Every now and then, he would feel a little remorse for no reason. I don't know if the foundation I laid with courage and courage has its practical value and necessity.

Although he had doubts in his heart, he still took care of the Immortal Temple wholeheartedly, and cleaned up the Immortal Temple clean and spotless every day in the morning and evening.

For most of the past six months, his idea of cleaning up the temple was not out of respect and worship for the gods themselves, but out of cherishing and caring for the fruits of his hard work.

Who would have thought that at a time when he had gradually become indifferent in his heart without any intention or indifference to this, the road leading to the outside of the mountain once again stirred up smoke and dust, mixed with the crowd of pious worshippers, and spit out an inspiring voice of questioning.

He was still wondering before, and muttered in his heart, it has been more than half a year, and few people have come to his house and begged him to open the temple door.

These days, as if an appointment had been made, groups of people from outside the mountains flocked to his door, put down more or less souvenirs, and then put the key on the belt of his trousers

The sound of "bang, bang, bang" sounded, and they all rushed into the temple, all of them without exception carrying their tails and burning incense to the gods.

It wasn't until he listened carefully to their prayers that Zhenshu realized that the dying temple had easily survived this lifeless day, and finally ushered in the prosperous scene of exerting its divine power and power.

The reason why Zhenshu understood at this time was because although Xinghua Village was also dry and lacking rain, but because of the lush vegetation in the mountains, the humidity and water sources were abundant, and the crops could barely cope with the drought, and it did not necessarily reach the point of dead seedlings.

The villagers are still concerned about the efficiency of the processing plant, whether the wages can be raised to a higher level, and so on.

The luck of the people of Xinghua Village is thanks to the foundation that the ancestors chose to create hundreds of years ago, helping future generations to avoid natural disasters again and again.

While the villagers were complacent, they didn't know that someone had already been eyeing it. These people are Yang Xiande in the town compound.

Yang Xiande was dazed and anxious by the sudden drought that he had not seen in decades. They had to be like the commanders of the fire brigade, running around all day long to find water sources, racking their brains to devise one fire-fighting plan after another.

It is not only to extinguish the dry fire in the dry and cracked fields, but also to extinguish the fire that is gradually burning in people's hearts.

He drove all the people in the organs who could move to the front line of drought control and divided the areas of responsibility.

It is necessary not only to contract fields and land, but also to contract households and people. If someone is responsible for the film, there is a mess, a dead property, or even a dead person.

If you can't say it, you will be angry with everyone. Every night, everyone has to rush back to the town compound, as if entering the palace to go to the court, and report the drought situation in the jurisdiction one by one.

or was trained with his eyes and fists clenched, or arbitrarily and unreasonably deducted wages and fines and deposits, or suspended and retained to observe the after-effects, etc., Yang Xiande tried his best to use all means and tricks, and also made enough prestige and domineering, but it didn't have any effect.

Only the cadres in charge of Xinghua Village are idle, and they hate individuals to death with a leisurely appearance. It seems that Xinghua Village is not a village in Beishan Town, and it has become a paradise for them not to live in a dry day under one roof without being thirsty and waiting to die.

[End of Chapter]