In a tavern in the West, Davar was drinking with another man, the other man had a thick beard, a red rosacea was very conspicuous, and blue eyes looked at him for a long time.

"Davar, have you really seen the Holy Angel?" The man asked in a low voice.

There were no other guests in the tavern, and the red-nosed man was the owner of the tavern, and of course one of the members of the Holy Order, and in some Western countries, they could operate openly without even hiding their identities.

"Pebby, it's true, I really saw the Holy Angels in God. God told me that now the upper echelons of the Holy Order have decayed, and they are bent on activating the Hallows because they want to covet the power of the Holy Angels and the gods, and they must be eradicated." Davar said solemnly.

"I want to believe you, but how do you prove it?" Pebby asked.

"Of course, there is proof that God has given me a seal, and as long as the members of the Holy Order who worship her devoutly, they can be perceived by him." Davar said, stretching out his hand, and an image of a holy angel appeared in his palm, exuding a divine aura.

"God." Pebby instantly knelt down, bowed her head, and reverently greeted her.

"Pebe, get up, the gods have sensed your sincerity. You've also heard that there have been many followers who have been to the Great Han Kingdom lately, and they have nightmares every night about the gods chasing and killing them." Davar asked.

"Yes, it has been spread among the members of the Holy Order, some people say that they met the gods of the Great Han Kingdom to stop them, and some people say that they did something that angered the gods, so the gods are punishing them." Pebby nodded.

"Are you willing to be the enemy of the traitor for the glory of God? Do you dare to fight the traitor?" Davar asked earnestly.

"I am willing, please God take care of me and my family." Pebby bowed her head and said.

"Well, according to God's instructions, since you are pious, you can brand the mark of God on you, and you go and contact those who are loyal to God of the Holy Angels, and make them ready to fight for God until all the betrayers are eradicated."

Davar stretched out his hand and covered Pebi's palm, and Pebi instantly felt a hot pain in his palm, and then a statue of a holy angel was imprinted on it, lifelike and radiating a surging light.

Although the light of the Holy Angel in Pebby's palm was not as bright as that of Davar's palm, and the divine aura emitted was not so strong, he completely believed Daval's words and became a devout believer in the Holy Angel.

Then, they split up and began to find familiar members of the Holy Order one after another, showing them the power of the Holy Angels in God, and mobilizing the devout believers one by one.

However, there are also believers who do not believe their words, even if they see the mark of the Holy Angel and feel the holy breath, but want to betray them and tell Archbishop St. Peter.

Davar, Pebby and others were on guard, and when they encountered such a cultist, they directly and secretly cleaned them up, saying to the outside world that because they did not obey the will of the Holy Angel God, they had been erased by God.

Soon after, Davar was approached and brought to Bishop Anthony's black robe, who looked at him with eagle eyes and asked, "Davar, can you really contact God?"

"Your Excellency, I have met the Holy Angel God in the Great Han Kingdom, and He has personally given me this seal."

Davar knew that his current power was too weak to resist Anthony, the black-robed bishop whose status in the Holy Order was second only to Archbishop St. Peter's, so he could only answer truthfully.

Looking at the holy angel mark shining with holy light in Davar's palm, and feeling the divine aura in it, Anthony took Davar's hand and placed his palm on his forehead.

"Almighty Holy Angel, your servant Anthony is willing to serve you forever, hoping to gain your favor and be your spokesman for your walk in the world, and to eradicate those who are disrespectful to God in the name of God."

As Anthony prayed, there was a sudden heat on his forehead, and then the mark of a holy angel appeared, emitting divine light and aura, which made him instantly overjoyed.

"Davar, from now on, you will be the first black-robed bishop of the Holy Church, let's eradicate St. Peter, who is disrespectful to God, shall we?" Anthony was overjoyed and then said to Davar.

"Yes, Your Excellency Archbishop St. Anthony." Davar knew that his power was far inferior to Anthony, and now Anthony had also been blessed by the gods, and only by cooperating with him could he climb higher, so he directly admitted that the other party was the archbishop.

"Okay, let's gather our forces and win over the vacillating centrists first, and then we can go to war with St. Peter." Anthony was overjoyed.

Sure enough, with the blessing of the Holy Angel God that he demonstrated, he not only made the original subordinates more convinced, but also subdued some neutral black-robed bishops, attracted a group of neutral believers, and his power expanded rapidly.

Not only that, but as a group of believers who had entered the Great Han Kingdom returned to the West, they not only continued to have nightmares at night, but also prayed for forgiveness from the Holy Angels in their dreams, accusing the betrayers of the Holy Order, and causing panic in the hearts of the entire Holy Order.

"Someone has betrayed the Holy Angels, they are the fallen of darkness and should be removed."

"Believers who are truly faithful to the God of the Holy Angels must unite around the Messenger who has been blessed by the God of the Holy Angels against those who have betrayed them."

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for you to decide, whether to be loyal to the Holy Angels or to fall into darkness with the betrayer?"

As the undercurrent in the Holy Order surged, St. Peter naturally received some news, and some of his loyal followers had been missing recently, so that the black-robed bishop who was loyal to him could not sit still.

"Your Excellency, Archbishop St. Peter, we have found out that this matter was first reported by a Christian named Davar after returning from the Great Han Kingdom, and later Bishop Anthony was involved.

Now, Antony is everywhere preaching that they have been blessed by the Holy Angels and given him a holy seal, and that they have won over many followers to the root of the traitors." St. Peter's closest black-robed bishop reported.

"Phoenix, they're the blasphemers. By my command, the Holy Knights will be dispatched to remove these blasphemers." St. Peter knew the urgency of the situation and gave the order immediately.

However, at this time, the Holy Knights were also facing separation and suspicion, and some of the knights had long been co-opted by Anthony and others, believing that the Holy Angels God had chosen them, and those who followed St. Peter were traitors.

The civil strife of the Holy Order eventually began with the Holy Order, then spread to other countries in the West that believed in the Holy Angels, and finally swept over all members of the Holy Order.

Moreover, the turmoil lasted for several years, and in the end the members of the Holy Order suffered numerous casualties and split into two sects, the Eastern Holy Church with Antony as the archbishop and the Western Holy Church with St. Peter as the archbishop, and the dispute between the two sides continued.

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In the Han Dynasty, except for those members of the Holy Order who were captured, all the others returned to the West to participate in the holy war, so naturally no one cared about the task of finding the Holy One.

In the end, after interrogating some useful information, the Great Han Kingdom imprisoned some important people permanently, and the other less important members of the Holy Order were all thrown away for mining, allowing them to use their spare energy.

Mo Changfeng completely regarded the internal strife of the Holy Order as a serial drama through the divine chanting spell left on Davar's body, although there were still some members left in the end, but the Eastern Holy Sect after the split was already in his hands, and it could be used as a pawn at any time.

At the end of October, after the late rice harvest, the county has started the construction of high-standard seed farmland, and more than 300,000 mu of high-standard farmland will be transformed before the Spring Festival, so as to facilitate next year's seed production work.

"Dad, in our village, there are still some farmlands around us that didn't meet the requirements, which can be transformed this year and used for seed production next year." Mo Changfeng found Zhou Caifu and told him something.

At first, the farmland selected for seed production was the best farmland in the village along the banks of the Jiuqu River, and some irregular and somewhat barren farmland in the surrounding mountains and forests, as well as some places close to the slopes, were not counted.

But since the beginning of this year, the aura of heaven and earth in Youxian Village has gathered better and better, the environmental conditions have become better and better, and all the land has been improved, and now it is enough for seed farming.

"Really? The total area of these farmlands is nearly 300 acres, which is quite a lot." When Zhou Caifu heard this, he was very pleasantly surprised.

At present, the high-standard farmland in Youxian Village is only 500 mu, and if it is increased by another 300 mu, not only will everyone's income increase, but the village's collective income will also increase by two-thirds.

"Well, I'll go and tell the leaders of the Provincial Academy of Agricultural Sciences that you have to get the contract agreement in the village, and the dividends can be compared with the previous ones, and everyone will definitely be happy." Mo Changfeng nodded.

With his guarantee, there is naturally no problem with the Provincial Academy of Agricultural Sciences, but he still put forward a point that the quality of grain seeds needs to be about the same as other farmland, and Mo Changfeng gave a guarantee for this.

"That's great, we can pay a lot more dividends next year."

"Yes, yes, thanks to Changfeng and the provincial struggle, everyone's idle fields have been utilized."

"Now it's okay, I don't know what to plant in those few acres of idle land, so I look forward to being able to do it like farming."

"I heard that this year, all the farmland in every village in the county will be used for the construction of seed production fields, and our county will become a famous seed production county in the province in the future."

"It all started in our village, so wouldn't we be the first village in the county to produce seeds?"

After the villagers learned the news, they were not unhappy, and they were able to make use of the scattered idle fields and distribute more than 30,000 yuan per mu in dividends.

Of course, after this incident, everyone's attitude towards the old Mo family is better, after all, this is what Mo Changfeng won for everyone, and without him, everyone would not have a good life today.

By November, the construction of the reception center in Maliuwan was basically completed, various ancillary facilities are in progress, and the decoration of the reception center is also being carried out simultaneously, which is expected to be completed by the end of the year.

In addition, with the collection of grain seeds in the province this year, after the grain seed funds were allocated, the collective funds in the village also reached more than 50 million, and the construction of the primary runway and various landscapes gradually began.

"We will strive to have a reception function after the Spring Festival next year, and complete the landscape construction of the institute on May Day, and officially open it to the public." This is the planning time set when the village meets in the village.

"Our village is really getting more and more beautiful, not only the scenery is more beautiful, everyone's living environment is also more beautiful, transportation, leisure, and entertainment are very convenient, and it can be compared with those scenic spots."

Every weekend, Mo Changfeng will take Zhou Wanrong and her two children home, not only Zhou Wanrong likes the village, but the two children also like the environment in the village, especially the little squirrels raised at home.

"Twitter......twitter"

Every weekend, when they come back, they will rush to greet them and chirp at them as if to tell them something new.

In the orchard behind the house, several small pheasants brought back in the first half of the year have grown up, and their feathers have become more beautiful, and they like to fly high to sleep on the hundred-year-old pear trees, and sometimes they still fly between the trees, which is not at all like ordinary pheasants.

"Grandma, has the pheasant laid eggs?" Shuai Shuai ran over and asked Wang Juhua.

"Not yet?"

"Will they lay eggs outside?" Shuangshuang said.

"There's no nest out there, right?" Wang Juhua is not sure.

"Let's make some nests for pheasants, maybe they can lay eggs in the nests, and then hatch some baby pheasants." Mo Changfeng said to the children.

"Okay." The children clapped their hands and cheered.

So, Mo Changfeng took the children and taught them how to make pheasant nests, first making a circle with branches, and then using straw and leaves to make a nest, a total of three, which were placed between the middle branches of three century-old pear trees.

"Giggle......

Sure enough, at night, the three pheasants each found a nest and jumped into the nest to sleep, and Mo Changfeng also put a piece of plastic film on top of each nest to help them block the rain.

"Good pheasant, lay eggs early, and give birth to a litter of pheasants to be fun." Shuai Shuai said to the pheasant on the tree.

"Uh-huh, I like a flock of pheasants flying around and dancing like fairies." Shuangshuang said expectantly.

"Well, in a few years, these pheasants will lay a lot of eggs and hatch a lot of baby pheasants. In the future, there will be flocks of pheasants flying everywhere in the woods behind our house." Mo Changfeng said to the children with a smile.

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