Lu Xun's pupils shrank, "Jingzhou grows rice, and I took Fanbang rice seeds from Yuezhou early, and I had a bumper harvest last year, how can there be no grain in the granary?" ”

Cui Jiu shook his head, "Think about it again." ”

If there was no question, Cui Jiu would not have asked at all.

Lu Xun's hand clutched the steamed bun tightly, and said in a low voice: "Yang Tingshi's son is in the grain and grass business. After the flooding in the countryside, Lu Xian Ling once went to Yang Tingshi to ask for food, and went back in disgrace. Do you suspect there's something wrong with it? ”

Cui Jiu nodded, "I received a message from the eyeliner, and the granary in Jingzhou is very likely to be empty. Therefore, Yang Tingshi covered up the disaster because he was afraid that the saint would send people to come to the disaster relief. If He Sinong hadn't taken the initiative to ask for help, Chang'an might not have sent people to Jingzhou. ”

Lu Xun gritted his teeth and jumped, "Damn dog thief!" ”

Cui Jiu whispered a few more words to him, and the two discussed countermeasures, and then lay back on his back, waiting for He Zhichun to send the steamed buns over.

In the next three days, there were three more rainstorms and four pipe surges, but fortunately, all of them passed without danger.

Everyone on the entire embankment was exhausted. The water level of the river has completely overflowed the Jingjiang embankment.

Early in the morning of the fourth day, it was raining again, Lu Xianling was old, he couldn't stand it anymore, he fainted all of a sudden, and when he woke up again, the whole person was lying on the ground and crying.

"Thief God, we Jingzhou offer sacrifices every year, evil river gods, we sacrifice you in Jingzhou every year. If the sky has eyes, and the river god appears, don't rise again! ”

On this embankment, in addition to Yang Tingshi and He Yu and his party, all of them were born and raised in Jingzhou, and they all lay on the ground and cried.

There are the government soldiers who have not changed their armor for several days, there are the strong men who can't take care of their wives and children, and the women and children who come to help make the fire and boil water and sew bags, all of them are sad.

Among them, the saddest crying is those who have lost their relatives in the flood, these days guarding the embankment, they don't even have a gap to cry, seeing Lu Xianling crying, this is how I feel that the grief in my heart has accumulated to the mouth, and it is about to overflow.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded, "I heard that Princess Tianbao is a person of great blessing. I don't know Princess Tianbao, but I am willing to lend my blessings in Jingzhou to sue the god of the river! ”

He Zhichun turned his head to look, only to see that Yang Tingshi was still putting on his face of worrying about the country and the people, and said sincerely, his knees trembled, and he was about to kneel down as he spoke.

He Zhichun was shocked in his heart, if she asked her master Deng Kang to come, maybe she could catch a water ghost and talk to her!

Let her come, she can't even touch the threshold of the river god!

This old horseman is too tricky!

She doesn't have Zhuge Liang's ability, can she still say that if the rain stops, stop the rain?

He Yu's face was also full of iron, and he helped Yang Tingshi up, not knowing what to say!

He Zhichun is riding a tiger at the moment, and he can't refuse if he wants to, because the people of Jingzhou seem to have grasped a life-saving straw, and they all look at her one by one.

In the past three days, she and Cui Jiu only went to the embankment when they bathed and changed clothes, and the rest of the time, they ate and lived with these people.

He Zhichun himself could feel that she already had a certain prestige in the hearts of these victims.

But if she can't do it, this newly built prestige will collapse in an instant.

Yang Thorn Shi hit eighty percent of such an idea.

"Your lord, please have mercy on the people of Jingzhou!" Several victims looked at He Zhichun and cried.

He Zhichun raised his eyes and looked, Yang Tingshi hooked the corners of his mouth, and echoed: "Please have mercy on the people of Jingzhou." ”

"Good! also asked Yang Tingshi to prepare the altar, and Princess Tianbao was willing to try it for the sake of the people. But please understand, if someone in Jingzhou really did something to offend God and sent down divine punishment, then it would not be something that Princess Tianbao could reverse with her own strength. ”

He Zhichun heard Cui Jiu's unequivocal voice behind him.

Yang Tingshi was overjoyed, and immediately asked people to take out the things that sacrificed to the sky from the carriage.

He Zhichun hurriedly tugged on Cui Jiu's sleeve, "Hey, I won't!" What the heck? My ancestor didn't teach me! ”

Cui Jiu shook his head and whispered: "No, it's okay, if you stop, you will be a god!" If it doesn't stop, then someone will say that it is Liu Siwei's immoral thing that angers the heavens. Or if he stomped his foot, the embankment would collapse......"

"Watch your face, smile and don't be cowardly, the people are looking at you! You must look confident and chattering. Take out your posture of fooling Changle! ”

He Zhichun wanted to cry a little.

I am pure and good, and I really won't fool people!

But at this moment, it was impossible to retreat, and Yang Tingshi had already set up the altar with lightning speed.

He Zhichun silently recalled King Deng Kang's mysterious face and firm eyes, that's right, the river god is standing in front of me, come and talk about it!

But not at all! Anyway, how did King Deng Kang talk and caress at the empty place, the more he thought about it, the more goosebumps he had!

On the altar, there were not only Buddha beads and gold bowls, but also dust.

He Zhichun didn't make a mistake this time, he decisively took the dust, and then began to dance the gods!

The people of Jingzhou in the audience instantly felt that they saw hope.

You see that Princess Tianbao's eyes are looking at the air for a while, she is watching the sky, and then she is looking at the ground, and she is still chanting words in her mouth, which is whispering to the river god.

It's still dancing there at a glance that everyone can't understand at all, but I just think it's a very powerful dance!

Everyone immediately knelt in the rain and prayed.

At this time, Cui Jiu handed a wine jar to He Zhichun, and then made a "fire-breathing" mouth shape.

He Zhichun is embarrassed, it's raining heavily, you let me breathe fire? You can only spray water! My ninth brother!

But after thinking about it, she seems to have only seen such a trick that shocked the world......

He Zhichun immediately made a decision, took a sip of flame wine, it was so spicy that her eyes couldn't be opened, and her whole mouth seemed to be burning, so she didn't hesitate to spray at the torch held by Cui Jiu.

It's hard to believe that he still holds an umbrella for the torch!

It's just that He Zhichun is breathing fire for the first time, and he didn't grasp the direction well, and he almost didn't burn Cui Jiu's hair.

She was happy in her heart, but she was still very serious on her face.

What to do? Suddenly I felt that the old Taoist priest said that her bones were amazed was true, she was really in the same vein as the master of the ancestors, and she had the ability to deceive the heavens and deceive people!

The kneeling people let out bursts of exclamations, they had almost never been to Chang'an City, of course they didn't know that there was a Hu person in the West Market, spraying there every day! I only feel more and more that Princess Tianbao is really extraordinary!

The dance of the sacrifice was also over, the fire was also sprayed, He Zhichun looked up at the sky, judging from her many years of experience in climbing trees and looking at the sky, the dark clouds are decreasing, and the sky is going to be clear!

She closed her eyes carefully and felt it for a while, and it was not wrong, since this morning, the south wind has risen slightly, and now the wind has become stronger.

From June, the south wind blows, ten flushes dry nine flushes.

When the south wind rises, the sky is about to clear!

If you don't move now, when will you wait?

He Zhichun gritted his teeth, pointed at the sky with the dust, and the Sanqing patriarch blessed!

Wipe! The rain got lighter, and then it stopped!

Not only was Yang Tingshi dumbfounded, but even Cui Jiu and He Yu also looked at He Zhichun with complicated eyes......

The rain has really stopped!