Heavy rain continued to fall, and in a short time it soaked the dry ground in and around the city.

The sound of the 'whirring' wind came, the dark clouds in the sky became more and more condensed, and the weather became more and more gloomy, bringing a fresh and cool breath to roam the streets, as if the heavy rain would not stop for a while.

The people in the rain were jumping and looking up at the high platform.

"Thank you, Governor."

Many people also bowed down in the muddy water that gathered in the stagnant water, allowing the rain to wash away their already soaked clothes, expressing their gratitude from the bottom of their hearts.

"Your Excellency.." The city lord was also drenched in heavy rain without any image, laughed and walked to the bottom of the high platform, and bowed deeply to Zhang Feng.

Behind him, there were all the officials of Hualiu City, who also saluted and thanked Zhang Feng one by one.

"As the governor of the south, it should be so." Zhang Feng stood up from the futon he was sitting on, and the breeze in the street blew through the people's bodies and helped them up.

But one mile away, three miles away, and even dozens of miles away from their own divine consciousness, more and more people are worshipping down.

Not surprisingly, they are all grateful to Zhang Feng.

It was also through the transmission of the past few days that they all knew that the heavy rain in Hualiu City this time was a gift from Lord Zhang Feng, the governor of the south.

No one dared to take the credit for this, and they did not dare to take the name.

Zhang Feng's divine sense swept over, and the breeze also swept the boundaries inside and outside the city, making the people get up one by one.

But I also saw that after they got up, instead of going back to shelter from the rain, they each went home and took out some utensils, and then the rain fell from the sky.

However, some people took out pots and pans early, or carried a few large vats with their families, and placed them in their yards and on the streets, ready to meet the heavy rain in the sky for future needs.

Because they didn't know how long this heavy rain would last, and they didn't know whether the rain begged for by the southern governor would be enough for spring ploughing.

So if you can save a little, even if it is a little.

When Zhang Feng saw this situation, he didn't say much.

Let it rain down, and solve the urgent needs first.

Zhang Feng thought about it, sat cross-legged on the high platform again, controlled the nearby celestial phenomena and water, and put the main rain location to the dry river ten miles outside the city.

It was supposed to be a long river that ran through Hualiu City, and it was also supposed to be the main source of water for irrigation.

Unfortunately, the rainfall has decreased in the past two years, which has caused the water level of the river to drop and gradually dry up, and the connected canals have gradually become abandoned.

But in a few days, I will try to wake up these canals.

At least ensure that in this year's spring planting season, Hualiucheng will no longer worry about water sources.

As for the previous Great Demon and Monk.

Zhang Feng looked into the distance, already remembering their breath.

Just wait for yourself to solve the problem of water sources, and then solve them.

And at the same time.

In the Imperial Study's Imperial Study.

The prime minister and the saint sat opposite each other, looking at the "Taiping Sutra" on the table

Now the "Taiping Sutra" is turning page by page at the moment of success with Zhang Feng's prayer for rain, until it reaches the last blank "heavenly scroll".

However, at this time, the scroll was different from the blank space of the past, but gradually revealed the lines drawn one by one, drawing the outline of a dark cloud in the sky.

And this scene is the same as the scene of Hualiu City.

This is the beauty of the Taiping Sutra.

It can use the Daliang country that it is implicated in itself to burn the magical powers that are affecting the fortunes of the country.

The premise is that Zhang Feng is an official of Daliangguo and is making great achievements for Daliangguo.

For a time, it was also rehearsed with the picture scroll.

The prime minister and the saint stood at the place where the dark clouds gathered as if they were there, and heard the thunder and the rain gathering.

I don't know how long.

After the prime minister came back to his senses a little, he saw that the heavenly scroll had sketched a picture of heavy rain on its own.

Through the calligraphy and paintings, fresh water came out of it and poured into the tip of his nose.

Later, the rain in the painting slowly gathers again, rendering the blank land and splashing one after another, as if forming a dense mountain forest.

Cheng Xiang pondered for a few breaths, knowing that this was the power of the heavenly scroll borrowing the power of the water supernatural power, and the national fortune of the Great Liang Country was fused, the five elements were born and restrained each other, and the rest of the supernatural powers were practiced by themselves.

"Master Zhang is really a person with magical powers... Wake up the heavenly scroll.." The prime minister sighed, and felt infinite emotion in his heart, and felt that God would rejuvenate their great country, so that he could find a supernatural figure like Lord Zhang.

It's just that now with Lord Zhang's merits in making up for the whole heavenly scroll, how to reward this is a big problem, a big problem.

Because it's too low, it's definitely not going to work.

It's too high, but he can't tell everyone about the Tianjuan, it will inevitably make people suspicious, curious if Zhang Feng just asked for a rain, why did he give so many rewards?

"Is the prime minister thinking about how to be grateful to Lord Zhang?" Seeing the prime minister, it was rare for the saint to think, but he smiled, "Wait for Lord Zhang to come back.. I am ready to appoint Lord Zhang to the post of governor of the south on the grounds of praying for rain. ”

The saint said, when he saw that the heavenly scroll was deducing by itself, he walked towards the outside of the imperial study, "Although Lord Zhang is for the people and does not ask for anything in return, but we can't turn a blind eye, and it chills the heart of Lord Zhang for the people and the common people."

The Governor of the South, who is the 'Chief City Lord' in the southern part of the Imperial Capital, is also like a prince with a different surname in ancient times, who can use any of the emperor's recall rights.

The only person who has this position of power today is the Grand Bachelor of the Northern Admiralty.

The Western Admiral's Master of the Military Aircraft Pavilion.

The rest of the two sides in the southeast and southeast still have no governors.

"Governor.." The prime minister thought about it and felt that what the saint said was right, so it was decided first.

Because he also felt that this Lord Zhang should not be a person who was greedy for vanity and vain duties.

So if you think more, do more, and arrange a just right official position, it will always give people a very deliberate feeling of going up and down.

It is better to be a governor, as the Holy God has said.

Not only gave high honor and affirmation, but also showed attention and kindness, how good it is.

The prime minister thought in his heart, when he followed the saint out of the imperial study, but he didn't know what he thought, and said to the saint: "According to what the minister thinks." After Lord Zhang returns to the imperial capital, those sects will definitely send people to the imperial capital to ask for their crimes."

When the prime minister said this, he looked in the direction of the backyard of the palace, "Holy Lord, I don't know who they will send and who they will do at that time, and I don't know what countermeasures they will have. But be careful, and when they come to the palace, they also ask the saint to rest in the backyard for a day. ”

"Is the prime minister afraid that they will suddenly make a move?" The saint looked at the prime minister, "Afraid that my safety will be lost?" ”

"Yes." The prime minister nodded, without concealing it, "The saint is now a mortal body, and he has no cultivation. It's better just in case. After all, although these monks look like a famous and decent family, they are cunning like foxes behind their backs."

The prime minister looked in the direction of Hualiucheng, "Maybe Lord Zhang encountered the troubles of these monks when he prayed for rain on this trip. ”