"Hahaha, look at how you report Xiangrui, there is a locust plague in the village, this is still a fart Xiangrui. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Fang Hongnian was very happy when he saw this scene, this old boy should have dispelled the idea of reporting Xiangrui now.

"Hahaha, great, there is a drought in the sky, the rice ripens overnight, and the locust plague falls from the sky, but they have fled away, auspicious, this is a great auspicious ah. He was thinking triumphantly when suddenly he heard a shrill shout from behind the house. The owner of the voice shouted and laughed.

"......" The smile that had just appeared at the corner of Fang Hong's mouth immediately held back, and his face became like the bottom of a pot. He couldn't wait to pull that Fang Juncai over and smack a few mouths hard.

Can you fucking justify this?

"I'll go to the county seat now, and our sheep and horn water village is about to make a fortune. Fang Juncai shouted happily, chewed the old horse very quickly with his hands and feet, whipped a few whips, and rushed to the direction of the county seat.

Originally, he said that he would take Fang Zhitong with him, but he couldn't wait, besides, if there is one more person to report the news, then one more person will share the credit, so he is unwilling.

Fang Hong listened to the sound of the carriage outside, and his spirit immediately perked up, and he resolutely couldn't let this old boy run into the county seat. He lay on the table in the flesh and pretended to sleep, but the body immediately came out of his body and stood high in the air.

"Deterrence. He stretched out his hand and pointed downward, and an invisible force instantly bombarded the horse's body. "Ang. The old horse was suddenly frightened, raised his front hooves high, and then ran desperately.

This path was not wide, only about seven or eight feet, and there were fields on both sides, and as soon as the old horse ran around, the carriage behind him immediately staggered and turned over into the fields.

"Ah, you brute!" Fang Juncai desperately pulled the reins, but the harder he worked, the more the old horse struggled, and his whole body was like being in the waves, jolting up and down.

"Bang. "The wheel on the left side hit a rock on the side of the road. The entire carriage jolted hard, and Fang Juncai only felt a strong force coming from under him, and then, his whole person flew up like a cloud.

"Ouch. He went straight to the field, where the rice had been harvested, and the ground was a little hard because of the drought for days, which made his ass hurt.

He sat there blankly, looking at the carriage that had gone away, a little stunned, this is good, why did this horse go crazy?

However, his eyes immediately became firm again, I must report to Xiangrui, whether I can get ahead depends on this. He is still a businessman at heart, and he will not give up any opportunity to make a big deal small.

"Damn, there's still no end, believe it or not, cripple you?" Fang Hong felt a headache at this time, this Fang Juncai was really stubborn, and he couldn't let him die after being like this.

Of course, Fang Hong hadn't been vicious enough to this point, and it was impossible to really cripple a person.

"No matter, I'll take care of you anyway, as long as you go out of the village, I'll stop you and see who can consume whom?" Fang Hong even suspected that if the other party could put this mind on studying, he would have become a big official by now.

But fortunately, although Fang Juncai did not give up his determination to report Xiangrui, there is no carriage now, and he can't go to the county seat. Moreover, he had to think about the compensation for the carriage.

......

At night, the moon was dark and the wind was not high, and a fiery red figure flew in the sky with the help of the wind. Fang Hong held the wat board in his hand and walked all the way to the outside of the village.

"Whew, it's really out. Although it was the manifestation of the divine body, when Fang Hong stepped out of the Sheep's Horn Water Village, he still felt a great sigh of relief. He had experienced the pain of leaving the village before, and the feeling of being suppressed was really uncomfortable.

There are no restrictions, and when he is in the air, he feels quite at ease. He came out this time, or for the incense, the fifteen villages in the south of Changning are all under his jurisdiction, so aren't all the incense in these villages his?

When Fang Hong thought about it, his saliva was about to flow out. As a god, he knows the benefits of incense, and with incense, he can use his supernatural powers unscrupulously, and it can also be used to condense the divine body, so that he can gradually transform into a yang god.

His figure was fluctuating, and he went to Zhaojiazhuang in the south, and there was no need to go to Moqiao Village, where the incense was absorbed by him. Unless he wants to pry people's ancestral halls, however, Fang Hong is now in charge of the fifteen villages in the south, and he can't look down on the little incense in the ancestral hall.

Zhaojiazhuang is very large, with a number of nearly 1,000 people, which is much larger than the scale of Giethoorn Village. However, this once thriving village is now filled with a bleak atmosphere.

In fact, not only Zhaojiazhuang, but most places in the entire Jiangxi region are facing the threat of drought. The power of the calamity has stirred up the luck of various places, and once it breaks out in an all-round way, I don't know how many people will die.

As soon as Fang Hong entered Zhaojiazhuang, a feeling like an arm commanding him instantly surged into his heart. He is the god of the day, and he also leads the southern gongcao, and when he enters a place, he holds the authority of a place. Even if Zhaojiazhuang has a land god, his control over the village is not as strong as his. What's more, there is no land in this village yet.

"Whew. Fang Hong opened his mouth and inhaled, and an invisible force shrouded him, and then, from the land temple, a billowing wolf smoke emerged, strong and hot, and there was a faint smell of sandalwood.

The territory of Zhaojiazhuang is larger than that of Moqiao Village, and the incense is naturally more prosperous, and he only roughly estimates that the number of these incense sticks is not more than 10,000.

When Fang Hong saw so much incense, he was like a hungry beggar, and when he saw a large table of exquisite delicacies, he immediately pounced on it and swallowed it in a big gulp.

"Boom. The incense couldn't stop being swallowed into his stomach, and the aura behind his head instantly expanded, as if it was a huge sun. And Fang Hong's body also quickly became solid, and his body stood on top of the void, no longer having the illusory feeling at the beginning.

On this night, many people in Zhaojiazhuang dreamed of a masculine and vast deity, standing in the void, surrounded by billowing smoke, extremely sacred.

He had been devouring it for about half an hour, and suddenly, the incense outside was cut off, and then they all escaped in all directions. After the incense dissipated, Fang Hong's divine body was revealed, and at this time, his divine body became larger, as if he had been blessed.

Fang Hong looked at the dissipated incense, stunned for a few breaths, and then scolded with a painful face, "Grandma, I can't eat it anymore!"