Mo Qingye didn't pay attention to Bai Zijin's face at this time, but Chang Ning frowned lightly and glanced at him more. He looked at the woman at the front who was hiding her face.

Chang Ning couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, but he felt that Uncle Liang had been in a trance since he saw Miss Liang, and in a blink of an eye, he seemed to hear Uncle Shi say that he would replace one person and let Miss Liang re-enter the National Teacher's Mansion, and his heart suddenly felt a little cold. Just like being left alone in Zhuangzi to fend for himself.

Xiao Changning, who was slightly away from Bai Zijin and would not hide his thoughts with a smile at any time, showed a little alienation for the first time. Even she didn't notice the grievances between her eyebrows.

Bai Zijin found out, and his eyes flashed. Didn't pull her hand at this time. I only made a heavy note in my heart, and I plan to go back and coax the little girl.

"This gentleman, I wonder when this southern city became like this?" Mo Qingye turned his head and asked, tiptoeing, trying to see the old man in front of him clearly.

The old man had been in the farmland all his life, and he had the most affection for Nancheng. Hearing her ask, I was suddenly a little suspicious. Isn't this man going to ask the priest for money?

Mo Qingye touched his nose and sighed slightly. "To tell you the truth, my younger brother wanted to come to Nancheng to do food business, but he found that Nancheng had changed a lot all the way. That's why I'm so angry. He sighed leisurely as he spoke. It's a pity that all ambitions are fed to dogs.

After speaking, he was afraid that the old man would not believe it, Mo Qingye frowned slightly. "Isn't Nancheng like this?"

Before the words fell, the old man suddenly grimaced. "Where is Madame, don't talk nonsense and tarnish my reputation in Nancheng!" The old man's words were filled with righteous indignation. Between the words, it is all about maintaining the southern city.

"My southern city is the most rich in materials. It's even more brilliant. Even if it is a saint, he does not dare to underestimate Nancheng. Now Nancheng has just suffered a disaster. Now that the rain god is here, it will be fine. The old man's cloudy eyes shone brightly. One can't help but want to believe his words.

Mo Qingye knew that this was the deepest belief in Nancheng's heart.

Now, the person who is believed in is her!

The old man was probably tired of walking, his pace slowed down, and he sighed slightly. "In the past, Nancheng was not like this, and people who came and went from the south to the north did not envy the life of our Nancheng. But a month ago. Ay. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival. It rained heavily that night. Originally, Xiao Lao'er was still thinking that the harvest would be in September and October, but after this heavy rain, it is estimated that the crops in the field will be better. The old man seemed a little frightened. It's also a little confusing.

The old man just couldn't understand why it rained so hard yesterday, but the next day the ground was so dry. Ever since it rained. Within three days the ground withered. Even the trees in the southern city seem to be dying overnight. It's only been a little over a month now. There is hardly a trace of greenery to be found in the southern city. The old man shuddered. After all, I dare not say that the saint is not today.

Mo Qingye pondered for a moment after listening, and then glanced at Bai Zijin, whose face had already turned white. My heart was slightly cold. Although she was a priest who had become a monk halfway, what she should have learned was the same decline. Nearly half of the southern city has been drained of life. I also faintly made a decision in my heart. If these things are not aimed at Emperor Xiangwu, this action is really too big.

Mo Qingye casually twisted a heavy ear of grain, each one was very full, although it was not as heavy as the modern one, but it was not bad. Compared to Mojia Village, it is simply a heaven and an underground. "The color of this grain ear is golden and full and round, but most of them are still green, but it is a pity that the roots under it are all dry, if you raise it for another half a month, it is a batch of golden rice."

When the old man heard her say this, the pain in his heart was almost indescribable. Holding the ears of grain that had fallen on the ground with both hands that were almost dried, his wrinkled face was distressed. These green rice, the rice inside has not yet taken shape, even if it is harvested, it will not produce grain, and this ear by ear is almost ripe.

"God, open your eyes and save the people of my southern city." The old man burst into tears, he had lived all his life by the sky, and he had never been so desperate as he was now.

Even during the famine, Nancheng had never been so lifeless as it is now. Without those who don't want to give up, the city would be almost like a dead city.

The people around him also wiped their tears, but their footsteps kept following. Even if my feet are about to blister, I don't want to stop. Mo Qingye paused, and the pain in his heart spread. His heart is slightly hot, and he seems to be grieving for the sky, for this field, and for the people who depend on it for survival.

More than that, but a raging rage!

Bai Zijin seemed to feel her breath and immediately covered his mind. followed her without staggering.

"All the crops of this southern city are wasted." Mo Qingye muttered softly.

At a glance, it is full of withered yellow. On top of the withered yellow, there is a heavy grain hanging. All kinds of crops are not spared.

With the naked eye, you can see that these crops barely last a few days.

Mo Qingye saw more than others, and he could see at a glance that the ethereal aura was surrounding, but at this time, it was lifeless, cutting off the vitality in the plants.

What she didn't know was that back then, the founding mother had also experienced it once. It was also the original reason why she was laid to rest underground. This is why it has survived, so that the Great Zhou Dynasty has been extended for thousands of years, and the sacrifice cannot be broken. It's just that for so many years, it has been the one who atoned for his sins.

If she knew, she didn't know whether it would be sad or happy.

Mo Qingye, who was hidden in the crowd, had an ugly face, and faintly showed a bit of coercion, which made those people stay away from her again.

The footsteps in front seemed to stop, and Mo Qingye frowned. I saw that there seemed to be some noise in the crowd, but it did not cause a riot. seemed to be shocked by Fang Cai's thunder, and he didn't dare to come nonsense.

"Go up and have a look." Mo Qingye commanded in a low voice.

Bai Zijin nodded lightly, only protecting her, and he was squeezed out of the crowded Dao by him. The more you walked forward, the more you could hear a few-for-tat voices.

"Dare to ask the priest, can we still save Nancheng? If you can't save it, you can say it clearly, I can take someone to find another source! If you don't say it, they won't leave! A clear voice came through the crowd.

Mo Qingye raised her head slightly, and saw a pretty woman standing at the front of the crowd with her back straight, looking at Liang Nianyu with burning eyes.

The Golden City Lord beside her seemed to have a somewhat ugly face.

The people walked all the way, and they didn't know whether the priest saw anything or not, and their hearts were itching terribly. But he didn't dare to ask. At this time, the woman stood up, and did not stop again.

It's just that I don't dare to come forward to live.

That woman was the daughter that the Lord of the Golden City brought with him when he took office. I heard that it was an orphan girl, and her mother died early. It was the city lord who pulled the big one. Now it's just a good time. In the eyes of life, there is no room for a trace of sand.

Mo Qingye saw the righteousness in the girl's eyes, as well as her father's black and oppressive aura, and couldn't help but hook her lips. This golden city lord really dug a hole for himself. It is estimated that his daughter does not know his intentions.

(To be continued.) )