The mood of the people suddenly rose, and they shouted harder, "Harley! "Harley!"

There are even many people who use small force on their waists and legs, slowly, the more they shout, the more they squeeze forward, and they quietly move forward a long distance while shouting slogans.

Jiang Qianliang and Fan Xiancheng didn't know what the benefit of squeezing forward could be, but they were squeezed left and right, and almost fell a few times.

The sect leader spoke, and the handsome man in white cleared his throat again, "It is precisely because of today's harvest that we have distributed some of the food that the gods gave us last time to our sect members. But.. ”

The Sect Master paused for a moment, and everyone waited with bated breath to hear him continue.

"The gods wanted to create a golden body as the physical body in which he propagated the thoughts of the gods in the world. Do you think we should unite to help the gods? ”

Everyone hastened to echo "Tenjin, Tenjin." ”

The Sect Master continued, "So, we will exchange the same weight of copper plates for the same weight of grain. Come and get it, everyone. These grains are gifts from the gods. In return for his reinvention of his golden body, these grains were blessed by the gods, and if they were eaten, they would cure the disease. ”

"Unless your heart is not pious enough, no amount of food from the gods will help."

Jiang Qianliang thought to himself, this sect leader had left himself clean. That is to say, if you eat his family's rice, it will not have any effect in the end, and in the end, it will be attributed to the fact that you usually do not do enough good deeds. It's really good to shake this pot.

The sect leader watched everyone become more and more emotional, and many of them had even taken out the copper plate and were ready to change food at any time. Quickly stretched out his two arms and pressed down, signaling everyone to calm down quickly.

"Everyone will have it, line up one by one, and if anyone who is proficient in arithmetic comes to the front, help everyone to record the entry, and remember the account clearly, so that the gods can be more evidence-based when they give back."

Jiang Qianliang hurriedly raised his hand, seeing that Fan Xiancheng didn't move, he hurriedly helped him raise his hand as well.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger. "Uncle, do you have a copperplate?"

Fan Xiancheng shook his head, "I'm in a hurry, I didn't bring a few, the children at home are in charge of money." ”

Jiang Qianliang hurriedly persuaded him, "Then don't you raise your hand quickly, we don't know when we will be able to escape, and we must not do some work to change food." ”

Fan Xiancheng didn't want to participate, but when he was older, he always felt that this kind of cult was quite terrifying. Looking at the sworn allegiance around him, his goosebumps fell to the ground.

I feel that the group of people around me have no thoughts like zombies, and naturally I don't want to participate.

But Jiang Qianliang persuaded him, and he also listened to it. At this time, of course, death is the most important, remembering the few starving corpses he saw outside, he beat the spirit fiercely and raised his hand high.

Arithmetic is such a thing, after all, after passing the Xiucai exam, simple bookkeeping and planning are still possible.

A few men in white saw the two of them raise their hands, so they pulled them out of the crowd and walked from the side to the front octagonal table, "Are you two sure you can count?" ”

Jiang Qianliang hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, my father and I are both talented people who didn't win." Make sure you remember it properly, and you'll be fine. Then he winked at the Sect Master who walked by.

"That's it, we don't have a few copper plates, see if you can reward us with a bite to eat."

The sect leader patted Jiang Qianliang on the shoulder, "Brother, these are all easy to say." ”

"As long as you can keep your accounts well, I will definitely pray for the two of you in front of the gods, you are getting more and more status in the White Lotus Church, don't worry."

The sect leader smiled at them like a spring breeze, it was really charming.

An old man and a young man sat down honestly at the table, and the sect leader handed each of them a blank booklet. "It's very simple, one person in a column, just write down the copper plates they donated, the food they received and their names."

Jiang Qianliang smiled honestly, Fan County Cheng was serious, and he also took out the majesty of a county leader, and said in unison, "Don't worry, sect leader." ”

"Okay, okay, I'm relieved." Standing between the two, he lowered his body and patted them on the shoulder again, then turned around and entered the inner room again.

It seems that the inside is the stronghold of the cult.

The two of them were about to sit down, and a few strong men who had just squeezed him into the corner took out a large pile of copper plates from their pockets and put them on the table, and a man in white next to the big bag of grain also weighed them according to the amount of grain.

I finally understood why everyone was squeezing forward just now. First come, first served, in the face of disasters, food is never enough.

Fan Xiancheng and Jiang Qianliang remember that the bookkeeping here was in full swing, and waves of people rushed forward to get food, and even almost squeezed the table over several times.

Fan Xiancheng and Jiang Qianliang coped with wave after wave of people, it was difficult to breathe in a crowded manner, and the smell of sweat came to their faces.

And in the inner room, the sect leader had just walked in.

Not far away, a young man sat in front of the delicate coffee table, picked up the teapot, took a sip of tea from the spout, crossed his legs, and leaned comfortably on the cushion behind him.

There was also a woman with silky eyes and delicate makeup sitting next to this gentleman, fanning him.

Under the young master's knees, there was also a middle-aged man who was beaten and covered in injuries, and his whole face was so swollen that he couldn't see his face, trembling and kneeling.

The sect leader also knelt down next to the middle-aged man, looked at the face of the young man at the table, and slowly spoke: "Young master, I have also gained a lot today, just three hundred taels of silver." ”

"This is still the net profit of buying grain."

Sitting on the table is Gong Shiling, the son of Gong Tingbin, the first assistant of the dynasty, who has been a tyrant in Beijing since he was a child, unlike his sister-in-law, who is a talented woman who reads poetry and books and is well-known in the capital.

Gong Shiling was pampered by Gong Tingbin and his wife since he was a child, and he was loose and temperamental. Not only did he not inherit his father's reading talent at all, but he was even more arrogant.

He cut off the head of the Buddha in the temple, burned the trees in the woods, took the married woman for himself, and beat her husband to death in the street.

Gong Tingbin couldn't manage it, so he let him act indiscriminately, just wipe his ass behind him and clean up the mess.

For example, he re-donated money to the temple to reshape the golden body, bought seedlings and arranged for people to replant trees, and sent silver taels to the family of her husband who was killed.

Gong Shiling didn't get any lessons, but as he grew up, he gradually understood that he couldn't act so obviously.

After all, if his father loses his position as the first assistant, he also understands that everything he enjoys while he is alive now will no longer exist.

Slowly learned to use money to take care of everything, built a few restaurants, set up a few brothels, and then used the money earned to support his own life.

But in his bones, he is still a complete beast in the scum of the bad road.