"Is this play good?"

Just as Qiu Ping and Shrew were looking seriously, a somewhat familiar voice sounded behind the two.

The little shrew was startled, and was about to run away as soon as he jumped forward, but was caught by Qiu Ping and held in his hand.

"Lord Chenghuang!"

Qiu Ping looked at the visitor, and a sweet smile appeared on Xiao Hei's face.

It's just that he looked at Chenghuang's calm eyes.

"It turned out to be Lord Chenghuang, I thought it was a monk who was going to beat us." Only then did the shrew see the identity of the person who came, and his heart suddenly relaxed.

It turned out to be my own person, so it was okay.

"Little mouse, you go back first." Chenghuang glanced at the shrew and spoke softly.

"Lord Chenghuang, I'm not a mouse, I'm a shrew, my big name is Qu Jingjing, this name is ......" The shrew hates being called a mouse in front of him, and is about to correct this mistake of the city god.

But he found that Chenghuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately didn't say a word, turned around and jumped into the space and disappeared.

Qiu Ping tiptoed and was about to run, but as soon as he took two steps, he was restrained by an invisible force.

His entire body was suspended in mid-air, and no matter how much his fins struggled, it didn't help.

"Big brother, next time I look for you to watch a play, I still have something to do today......"

The voice of the little shrew gradually dissipated, leaving Qiu Ping alone and Chenghuang staring at each other.

"Lord Chenghuang, I remember that Hebo asked me to talk about official business, I have to go first." Qiu Ping looked at the calm Chenghuang like a cold pool, and his heart was inexplicably empty.

"The locust god went to loot the grain, it must have something to do with you." Chenghuang looked at Qiu Ping, his eyes and his whole person were unpredictable.

"This matter has nothing to do with me, it's the locust's own bad mind, I didn't instigate him at all, I can swear to God!" Qiu Ping hurriedly cleared up the relationship.

Besides, he really didn't instigate it.

"Whether you are a god or a worker, you must be calm and do not care about temporary gains and losses. The way of God is long-term, and everything is considered to be a long-term plan, otherwise it will only do bad things with good intentions. Chenghuang didn't say much, just patted Qiu Ping's head and said something he didn't understand.

Qiu Ping didn't dare to move, his head sank a little bit with the clapping of Chenghuang's palm, as if the naughty student of the school had been caught by the teaching director.

"Alright, let's go play."

Chenghuang waved his hand, and Qiu Ping, as if he had been pardoned, plunged headlong into the stream beside him and swam away quickly.

"Ugh."

Seeing the plague god in the sky confronting the monks of the temple, Chenghuang sighed slightly, but then his whole person was connected to the hundred-mile boundary of Changning County, and the ubiquitous huge pressure pressed down, separating the plague god from the temple.

The two sides are fighting on his turf, and it really can't be said that he doesn't come forward to mediate.

……

Qiu Ping swam all the way back to the ancient well along the underground river, and secretly rejoiced in his heart that he had escaped.

In the final analysis, it was because of his words that the big locust plundered the grain, and then there was a series of things that followed.

In front of Chenghuang, he really lacks confidence.

Of course, the little loach resolutely refused to admit that he had borrowed a knife to kill someone.

As soon as he returned to the village, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Yesterday's messenger had obviously taken away the grain, but today he led a group of people to the village, and he was still in a tense confrontation with the villagers.

Listening to the quarrel between the villagers and the messenger, Qiu Ping knew what was going on.

It turned out that part of the grain was eaten by the locusts yesterday, and part of it was accidentally burned by the torches that drove away the locusts, plus the inexplicable loss along the way, and when it was finally transported to the city, there were less than 30% left.

If there is not enough food, what should we do?

The county magistrate paid for it at his own expense? Those who carry grain are trying to make up for it? Or go to the locust for a claim?

These, of course, are impossible.

But they have a better, more ingenious, simpler way.

Let the people of Huangao Village produce some more food, so naturally everyone is happy. The county magistrate can give an account to the top, and the poor man is also exempted from punishment.

As for what to do if these mud legs can't eat enough? That's not something they have to think about.

If the people suffer more, when the rice harvest in autumn is completed, won't there be grain again?

Stay up for a while, and it's over quickly.

"Ugh." On the threshing floor, the land lord looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, and his face was wrinkled.

Originally, this year was a good year, an unprecedented bumper harvest. But in the end, people may starve to death, which is no longer funny, it is absurd.

The people in Huangao Village are basically his juniors, and he is also panicked in his heart.

Qiu Ping looked at all this, but the whole person froze in place as if he had been struck by lightning.

"How can there be such a reason? How so? ”

His throat was a little dry, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, but he was held in one breath, not knowing how to vent.

The land lord looked at Qiu Ping and turned his head again.

"There are many things in this world that don't make sense, just like wolves eat sheep, sheep eat grass, and whoever is weak should be eaten."

Hearing this, the breath in Qiu Ping's heart suddenly leaked.

His eyes were a little dazed.

"It's all my fault, if I hadn't said that, none of this would have happened."

When Chenghuang asked him about his guilt before, Qiu Ping still looked like he had a clear conscience, but at this moment, his heart was like a knife, and he fell into infinite self-blame.

He finally understood the meaning of Cheng God's words.

It was precisely because of his momentary anger that he caused so much trouble to the people of Huangao Village.

He can blame everyone else, but he can't fool himself.

"I'm stupid, really." Qiu Ping suddenly felt that everything was boring, and he was so clever that he couldn't be more stupid.

He could only see what was in front of him, he was a low, short stinky loach, and even if he looked up at the well, he could only see a small piece of the sky.

Qiu Ping's brain hung down, and instead of returning to the ancient well, he plunged headlong into the small ditch next to him.

He swam aimlessly, his heart filled with frustration.

Qiu Ping tilted his stomach and looked up at the sky, the summer sun shining warmly on the water and also on his belly.

It's just that no matter how warm the sun is, it can't make him happy.

"Well, maybe I'm not fit to be a god at all." Qiu Ping let out a long sigh, and was about to change his posture when he found that a shadow blocked his sunlight.

"Little loach, why aren't you happy?"

Qiu Ping turned his head, only to see a man in green clothes with a handsome face and a jade Xiao holding a jade Xiao standing behind him.

But it is...... Shen Changyang!

(End of chapter)