Fang Hong limped to his room, it wasn't that Fang Dayuan had lame his leg, he just felt that walking like this would give him a sense of tragedy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Their place is still quite large, with a neat and tidy yard. The two houses on the east side, one is Fang Dayuan's residence, and the other is the study, although there are not many books in it, but over the years, hundreds of books have been saved.

Fang Hong, on the other hand, lived in the west, opposite Fang Dayuan's house. Next to his room was a side room. If any guests come, they stay there.

And at the back of Fang Hong's room, there were actually two small rooms, but they were blocked and couldn't be seen. This is for Ah Cai and Ah Gui to live in, because it is a room for long-term workers, naturally it cannot be exposed.

"Young Master, how are you? Master has beaten you again?" Fang Hong had just pushed open the door of his room, and a girl with a slightly dark skin ran over and said in surprise.

As soon as he heard this, Fang Hong's face immediately turned up. "It's okay, this little injury is nothing. After that, he raised his head high, looking like he was going home.

"Yes, young master, you're used to it. I remember last time, you gambled with a few gangsters, and you couldn't stand up after being beaten, and last time, because you stole someone's chicken, the master beat you and made you lie in bed for three days......" The girl nodded seriously, she felt that Fang Hong was right, today's injury was really nothing.

As soon as she said this, Fang Hong's face immediately straddled. "Yin Chuan, get me something to eat, young master, I'm hungry. Fang Hong didn't want to talk to her anymore, she was just too stupid, and she wasn't as interesting as Ah Cai and Agui. At the very least, they can gamble with themselves. And Yin Chuan will only sue after gambling his own money.

Yin Chuan is the maid of Fang Hong's family, when there was a big flood in the Jianghuai area, many people drowned, and many people left their hometowns and went into exile. Yinchuan's father and mother couldn't afford to support her because they had many children, so they sold it to the Fang family.

Because Yin Chuan was the same age as Fang Hong, Fang Dayuan had a thought, maybe he could make Fang Hong a little bit in the future, so that he could spread the branches of their Fang family.

It is precisely because of this thought that the place where Yin Chuan lives is a small cubicle in Fang Hong's room, and the two of them are in the same room. Although in this era, men and women have serious defenses, but between masters and servants, this is still not talked about.

The lord said that after the meal had passed, he was not allowed to eat again, so as not to waste food. Yin Chuan stood there without moving, Fang Dayuan has always pursued diligence and thrift, and has formulated a lot of regulations.

"You...... Ruthless enough. Holding his gurgling stomach, Fang Hong lay down on the bed, ignoring the dripping rain on his body, and looked at the roof blankly.

I am the god of the land, why is I constrained everywhere. Outside, bitten by a weasel and drenched in the rain. When I got home, I was beaten by my father and angry with the maid, how could there be such a miserable god.

"However, young master...... I have half a steamed bun here, and I'm going to keep it for when I'm hungry, so I'll give it to you. Fang Hong was outside the wandering object, but Yin Chuan walked to his side, still holding a handkerchief in his hand.

She carefully uncovered the handkerchief and took out half a steamed bun. This steamed bun is made of white flour, which is delicate and chewy, and has a sweet smell on the nose.

"Great. As soon as he saw this steamed bun, Fang Hong's stomach screamed even louder, and he didn't talk nonsense, he directly picked up the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

On weekdays, he didn't think this steamed bun was delicious, but today maybe because he was too hungry, he only felt that it was extraordinarily sweet.

"Boom. Yin Chuan swallowed his saliva quietly, white-faced steamed buns are nothing to the old man and young master. But these maids and long-term workers mostly eat some coarse grains on weekdays, and sometimes in famine years, they have to eat some bran cakes. White-flour steamed buns, she rarely eats them once.

This is because she has been working more diligently these days, and the master rewarded her. She was reluctant to eat it all at once, so she secretly wrapped it up and prepared to keep it for a slow meal.

"Uh...... Water, water!" Because he ate too quickly, Fang Hong choked on the steamed buns, his neck stretched out, and his eyes rolled upward.

"Young master, you slow down. Yin Chuan hurriedly poured a glass of water from the side. Fang Hong snatched it and drank it down.

"Ah......" Fang Hong breathed a sigh of relief, and took a few sips again, it was really hearty. There is food in this stomach, and it feels different.

"Yin Chuan, your credit, young master, I remember it, next time I will definitely bring you a big steamed bun. After eating, Fang Hong looked at his maid a lot more pleasing to the eye.

"Then you have to remember, oh, don't forget. Yin Chuan swallowed his saliva quietly, and then reached out and took the handkerchief in Fang Hong's hand.

"Young master, will I eat other people's food for nothing? Don't say one steamed bun, it's ten, I don't care. Looking at Yin Chuan's stingy appearance, the little good impression Fang Hong had just had for her was gone.

After filling his stomach, Fang Hong lay on his bed again, crossed his legs, and began to think crankily with a trembling heart.

From now on, he will be the land god of Giethoorn Village, and he will not be even older than the chief of the village. His father is just a captain, haha, there are still a lot of levels behind him.

According to the Ming system, ten households are one Jia, one hundred and ten households are one mile, and their status is more than the length of the mile, so it must be above the first length.

Of course, he could only think about it in his heart. In front of the first chief, he still has to be whipped obediently.

Soon, his thoughts began to wander to other places again. Follow the toilet to get ...... No, it should be the message from the wat board that if you want to become a qualified land god, you need to collect the incense of all the people first.

Collecting incense, in other words, is how to get people to worship you. Let Fang Hong steal chickens and touch dogs, he is better than anyone else, but if he wants others to worship you, he has no problem at all.

I heard that decades ago, the incense in this temple was also vigorous, but because it did not work for a long time, the people in the village later went to the incense to worship. As the days passed, the land temple was deserted.

If you want to get incense, you still have to show some supernatural things. However, Fang Hong, the down-and-out land god, now has no incense at all, he can't use divine power at all, he can't use divine power, how can he manifest his spirit?

So, he's now stuck in a dead end. He counted on his fingers for a long time, and the few magical powers he obtained, except for a shock and deterrent technique, the others did not have incense, and they could not be used.

However, with just a deterrent technique, what can it do, it can also scare and scare those beasts in the mountains and wilderness, and it can't be beaten with eight poles to collect incense.