Ruan Ling felt that this clove was a little interesting.

After the lilac worshipped, she did not leave, but took out the rag from the basket and cleaned it seriously.

She cleaned it very carefully, wiped the statue spotlessly with a rag, the floor, the desk, the walls, and the floor.

Even the incense burner......

She almost had to take the ashes out of the censer and throw them away.

Fortunately, she looked up at the portrait in her eyes, and then remembered that the incense ash is not dust, and this is all for the land grandmother.

She hurriedly put down the incense burner, carefully wiped the outside of the incense burner, and then kowtowed to the idol: "Grandma Land, you are too deserted here. In the future, I will come to you on the fifteenth day of the new year. Makes you less alone. ”

Ruan Ling was sad when he heard this.

Look at her land.

Ding Lixiang is a very eloquent person.

She fell to her knees, mopping the floor, and muttered the words in her mouth.

"However, tomorrow is the fifteenth, I can't come, I want to accompany my mother-in-law and them to the city god temple in the town to pray for rain." Ding Lixiang said, squatting on the ground and sighing, "After the beginning of spring, it hasn't rained much here. I see that I am about to harvest wheat and plant seedlings, but what if there is no water? We're going to die of sorrow, alas. ”

She turned in the direction of the idol: "Grandma Land, I know that you are effective, didn't you give me half a bag of noodles that day." If you can hear me, help us get a rain here. ”

She was divine, and Ruan Ling almost fell asleep when she listened.

Regarding the drought, she had heard Ruan Chengde and them talk about it a few times at home.

Rainfall should have been the task of the river gods everywhere.

For example, Ruan Ling, the land god, can be in charge of the land plants, and the river god will naturally have the magical power of wind and rain.

Ruan Ling had probably investigated nearby before, and there was no aura of the river god.

She had always suspected that the river god here was no longer there, so no one even bothered about the rain, so it was so dry.

Either go to the Dragon King.

But that kind of high-level god, how could a lowly earth god like Ruan Ling be harassed?

She didn't know where to look.

After Ding Lixiang finished chattering and cleaned the land temple, she left with the basket.

Ruan Ling looked at the renovated Land Temple, thought about it, and went home.

She decided to use the rain to change the image of her land god as a waste wood in the minds of the local people in one fell swoop, turning them into her own believers and gaining their incense power.

When she got home, she saw her sister-in-law making a fire in the kitchen, and her sister-in-law and Jin making steamed buns in the hall.

"White-flour steamed buns?" Ruan Ling was surprised.

She's here, but she hasn't eaten white noodles yet.

When Jin saw her come back, he glared at her: "Where did you run again, there was no one for half a day." The family is so busy that I don't know how to come back to help. ”

"Mother, what are you doing steaming steamed buns?" Ruan Ling leaned over and picked up a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Put it down!" Jin hurriedly knocked on the back of her hand and snatched the steamed bun away, "Is this for you?" This is to be saved for tomorrow to be incensed! ”

"Incense? Where? ”

"City God Temple." Jin said, "Tomorrow, the county lord will lead everyone to worship and pray for rain in front of the city god." We all have to go! ”

"The whole county goes to the festival?" Ruan Ling's eyes lit up.

This is the incense power of the people in the county, if she gives it all, she will be able to restore her peak state in one fell swoop.