Zhao Mengqi didn't want to pretend to be a ghost, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that to unite people's hearts and boost morale, this sacrifice to heaven and earth seemed to be the fastest and most effective way.

Since it is a useful method, there is no reason to refuse, and he is not an anti-feudal superstitious fighter anyway.

Songling Town, where Wujiang County is located, is the highest place nearby, and the highest place in the city also happens to be in Dongcheng, which is probably the area of Songling Park in later generations.

More than 3,000 soldiers and craftsmen braved the storm and built an altar three feet high with wooden beams overnight.

Looking at the high platform that rises from the ground in front of him, resembling a Mayan pyramid, Zhao Mengqi deeply admires the skills of the craftsmen.

Although it is hasty and shabby, it does not reduce the majestic momentum in the slightest, and looking up at it makes people feel awe.

Zhao Mengqi was used to seeing skyscrapers, but he didn't have any special feelings, but he had some doubts about the solidity of the high platform, after all, he didn't think that if he fell from a height of ten meters, he would die.

I checked it myself, and I couldn't help but marvel again, the entire high platform was useless even with an iron nail, and it was actually stable.

The top of the high platform is square and bare, without any covering, and there is no place for any gods, only to the empty sacrifice.

The wind and rain have not stopped, and the thunder and lightning have stopped a long time ago, but who knows if God will be interested, and suddenly split a thunderbolt, which is the highest altar within a radius of ten miles, it will definitely win 100%.

With this in mind, Zhao Mengqi, who was worried that he would become a roast pig, had four iron spears cast at the four corners of the platform, and the materials came from the weapons destroyed on the battlefield yesterday and the fragments of the bronze bell that were shattered.

The tip of the gun pointed straight at the sky, which seemed to be very disrespectful to God, making the sacrifice to heaven more like a threat to the heavens.

Originally, Wu Qian did not approve, but Zhao Mengqi insisted, and said in a beautiful name, showing sincerity to the gods with iron and blood in the world.

In desperation, thinking that it was not a serious sacrifice anyway, Wu Qian had no choice but to let King Yan do it, and he didn't interfere too much in other specific matters, and let King Yan arrange it himself.

The news that King Yan was going to sacrifice to the heavens and pray to eliminate the calamity soon spread throughout the city, and even though the wind and rain were blowing, nearly 10,000 people still came to watch the ceremony.

Those who have money wait in the surrounding houses or build canopies, but most of them can only wear clothes and even wait in the open air in the rain.

Zhenze Building, is a private restaurant, but the decoration is more luxurious than the official Wu Building, the location is just not far from the north of the altar, in this third floor do not need to look too up, you can take in the scene on the altar.

On weekdays, it costs at least a few dollars to eat a seat here, and today it is even more ten-time to buy a seat.

As a result, this place has become a gathering place for Wujiang bigwigs, and the sound of greetings continues.

"Yo, Hong Yuanwai, why did you go into the city all the time?"

"Isn't this the opening of the flood gate, seeing that the water is rising, and the dam around me is not high, I can't feed this old life to the fish, so I have to come to the county to hide."

"Then why don't you just go to Lin'an, it's really not far from Anji Prefecture, this is in the county, and you won't be able to soak in the water in the future? Like those of us who were originally in the county, we can't leave even if we want to, and King Yan has issued a ban to allow any big families to leave privately."

This tone of resentment was obviously dissatisfied with King Yan, but he didn't have the courage to fight.

"Since it is an edict from His Royal Highness King Yan, there must be some truth to it."

"Hehe, what's the truth? He was just afraid that we would all run away and not be able to raise money and food, so he tied us all here, and if it was just the lake rising and rising, it would have passed, but this hurricane is coming again, and we are afraid that we will have to give our lives here like those mud legs."

"That's not it, isn't King Yan going to sacrifice to the sky, as long as the hurricane doesn't come, the water will recede in seven or eight days at most."

"Hahaha, can it be useful to worship the heavens!? Do you really think that he is Zhuge Kongming, and he has the ability to call the wind and rain?"

"This thing is just fooling those grass people, we have all read the books of sages and sages, Zi said, worship ghosts and gods and stay away, this Yan King is good, and he still wants to manipulate the heavens!"

"Hey, hey

, it's boring to be idle anyway, just see what our Royal Highness King Yan can come up with......

These landlords and old fortunes don't believe that sacrificing to heaven can eliminate disasters and solve problems, and the reason why they are willing to spend money here is purely to have the mentality of watching a play, and even waiting for King Yan to make a fool of themselves.

Speaking of which, there is a tradition in the Great Song Dynasty government, that is, once a disaster occurs, it will force donations to local wealthy households, asking them to give money and grain to help the victims.

This practice may be regarded by later generations as an infringement of private property rights, but from another point of view, the reason why many rich families are rich is also because they exploit grass people.

Of course, when it comes to specific implementation, who to donate to and how much to send depends on the character of the official in charge, and there are some tricks in it.

If the character is not good, it is naturally different from relatives and relatives, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, and the more upright ones will be treated equally, even if they are powerful, they will inevitably be donated.

For example, a few years later in history, when there was a famine in Lin'an and rice could not be bought in the market, Ma Guangzu, who was the prefect of Lin'an at the time, found Zhao Mengqi's biological father, King Rong, and "knocked" 30,000 stone of grain from him, saving many people.

Compared with the end of the Ming Dynasty, Chongzhen wanted to donate but couldn't get a few hundred taels of silver, although the magnates of this era were also selfish, but the atmosphere may be a little better.

Compared with other officials, King Yan's donations were much more ruthless, that is, all the grain of the larger landlords' families was "borrowed", and these big guys were naturally dissatisfied with him.

As for the ordinary people, their thoughts are much simpler, knowing that King Yan wants to pray for them, whether it is useful or not, this heart of the people alone can move them.

"His Royal Highness King Yan is not only heroic, but also benevolent, when he sits in the country, the life of our small people will definitely be better."

"Speaking of heroics, our Royal Highness is really amazing, my aunt and her second cousin's son were in the city that day, he saw His Highness carrying an eighty-pound broadsword, and with one hand, he cut down a large number of ironclad rebels, and saw that thousands of rebels were about to rush to the city, and with a wave of His Highness's hand, a thunderbolt was exploded, and thousands of rebels were wiped out......

"Yikes! That thunder was put by His Royal Highness!? I also heard it, tsk, it is a hundred times louder than the thunder in the sky, it turns out that His Royal Highness has this magical power, then if you go to the altar today, you will definitely be able to drive away the hurricane, hahaha, then we will be comfortable."

"This is still false, they all say that the official family is the true son of heaven, and His Royal Highness King Yan will also be an official family in the future, so naturally he is also the son of heaven, a little magical power is not unusual, God has to give some face, and when His Royal Highness ascends the altar, this hurricane will definitely not come."

"But isn't Your Highness the son of an official? The official family is the Son of Heaven, and His Royal Highness is also the Son of Heaven, both of whom are sons of God, what should we say about this generation?"

"This ...... Let's not inquire about heavenly matters!"

"Eh, look, look, Your Highness has come out......

"Huh? Isn't it time to wear court clothes to worship the heavens, how can Your Highness wear armor?"

Around the altar, there are 1,000 soldiers on duty in the rain, and thirty zhang south of the altar, a canopy has been built, where officials will watch the ceremony, and Zhao Mengqi is also here to prepare for the sacrifice.

The four girls arranged his clothes and armor, and Wanwan held a phoenix winged sash to put it on for him.

"Forget it, I won't wear this thing, it will affect the hairstyle..."

Zhao Mengqi saw that Wanwan's face seemed to be a little worried, so he deliberately used a relaxed tone.

Wanwan understood Zhao Mengqi's thoughts, just smiled slightly, and put the pocket aside.

Qian Duo tied the sword to his waist, but muttered, "Actually, you shouldn't wear armor, how can there be a sacrifice with armor?"

"What's wrong with the armor, the fourth brother is so heroic and martial spirited, and in the future, Su Niang will also buy herself a suit of armor." Zhao Yun's eyes flashed with little stars.

Zhao Hui was still skeptical about Zhao Mengqi's role in sacrificing to the sky, "Fourth brother, can you really drive the hurricane away? Then you're much better than your father."

It stands to reason that Zhao Mengqi really shouldn't have made this body to sacrifice to the sky, it is not in line with the etiquette system, and it is easy to attract thunder, but he didn't bring court clothes when he went out, and he had different ideas about this sacrifice, so he chose to wear clothes.

If you don't wear a hood

, which should reduce the probability of being struck by lightning.

Zhao Mengqi thought wishfully, and then asked Wanwan to untie his hair bun and simply tied a ponytail with a ribbon.

After cleaning up, Zhao Mengqi pressed his sword to that station, the golden armor was cold, and the horsetail was raised in the wind, which was indeed handsome.

Slowly glanced at everyone, and saw that many people still had apprehension on their faces, "Ministers, if you go alone, you will definitely succeed, just wait for the good news!"

After saying that, he turned and stepped into the rain, and his cloak was thrown up like a flame.

"I wish Your Highness a triumphant victory!"

Since King Yan made a sacrifice the same as an expedition, the officials could only pray like this.

Zhao Mengqi stepped on the wooden ladder, going up layer by layer, and there were soldiers standing on each floor, and there was an iron-blooded killing aura from a distance.

At this time, Wu Qian also led the officials and generals out of the shed, and lined up in the rain, and everyone's eyes gradually rose with Zhao Mengqi's figure. z.br>

Looking at this alternative altar, Wu Qian couldn't help but shake his head in his heart, he has been an official for decades, and he has participated in many sacrifices, most of them have strict etiquette and solemnity, but he has never seen a murderous one, this King Yan, I don't know if it's nonsense, or something different.

In the canopy, there are still some old people, looking at the rising fiery red, their eyes are very complicated.

The head of the Lu family muttered, "Victory and return, it is called triumphant, if King Yan succeeds this time, the great changes in the world will be unstoppable......

"Then it must be successful...... "An old man next to him had a wrinkled face, hiding his disdain.

"Vainly trying to defy the sky with manpower, but a fool's dream." The other old man was also unimpressed with King Yan.

"The old man always feels that if this highness really succeeds to the throne, I am afraid that it will not be a good thing for us."

"I think so too, and let's see how he gets out of power......