After a day of heavy rain, the Luoshui that had been cut off was restored again, and the dry land was also moistened by the rain, and the broken mountain spring turned into a gurgling stream again.

The scorched earth has returned to its proper color, and the world seems to be beginning to change for the better.

In Shangyang Palace, Wang Jian was full of spirits, a heavy rain solved the drought, and also united the hearts of the people, as long as the next persuasion of agriculture and mulberry and suppression of those powerful people, the people will be able to have a bite to eat.

When the people are fed, they can breathe. This world can continue, and he is ready to send a large number of royal descendants and children of the public family out to suppress those nobles and heroes.

Get the world back on track.

At this time, Wang Jian suddenly felt dizzy, and in the next second, the whole body was weak, and he fell to the side.

The attendants around him hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and then carefully placed him on the couch.

The faces of the other royal children in Shangyang Palace changed drastically one by one. After a while, Wang Jian slowly woke up, and the heroic man who was still in high spirits just now and wanted to reorganize the mountains and rivers became weak and powerless in a blink of an eye. It seems that he doesn't even have the strength to speak.

"The head of the house is awake!"

"The head of the house is awake!" Everyone said happily.

"How are you feeling?" The crown prince held Wang Jian's hand and asked.

Wang Jian smiled bitterly: "Gentlemen, I have just met the ancestor King Wen. ”

When everyone heard this, they were slightly stunned, and suddenly a burst of grief surged in their hearts, and everyone knew very well that if the people of the Wang clan saw King Wen, it would mean that his life would not be long.

Thinking that the world had just made some improvements, and the head of the family was about to collapse, everyone suddenly felt grief.

"Is the sky really so ruthless?"

"Is Destiny so difficult to reverse?"

"The ancestor said that the destiny of heaven can be reversed, and the human heart should be able to overcome the sky, but if you want to complete the rebellion, you need to put in countless efforts, so that you can have a chance!"

"The stream is not as good as a middle-aged person, relying on the Mandate of Heaven artifact, and wants to change his life against the sky, but the use of the Mandate of Heaven artifact needs to pay a price."

"Back then, the ancestor Wang Yue opened the Mandate of Heaven artifact with his life, went against the sky, fought for the vitality of the Huai country, and finally won the great prosperity of the Huai country, and now it is the turn of the stream."

"It's a pity, this time, I'm afraid Jian won't be able to see that day" Before the words fell, Wang Jian's eyes lost all their brilliance, and his originally powerful hand also fell.

In the main hall, a cry suddenly sounded, and two cranes quietly landed in front of the main hall and danced sadly.

In order to change the drought, Wang Jian used ten Heavenly Mandate Artifacts, even if it was the lowest Heavenly Mandate Artifact, but the price was still not something that he could afford as a mortal.

Wang Jian also used his life to fight for a glimmer of life for the great cadres, and reunited the hearts of the people, if the great cadres can take the opportunity to work all day long, then the great cadres will continue to last for decades or a hundred years, if they can't do it, then they can't do it.

After a long drought, it finally rained a little.

Zhang Jiao looked at the city not far away silently, the outside of the city was full of devastation, and the high-ranking families in the city sang and danced. Just a year ago, he passed through here and treated the people who were suffering from the plague.

He thought that the people who had escaped would continue to live here, but by the time he passed by again, the original village had disappeared.

The fields outside the village were deserted and the village was becoming more and more dilapidated, and not long ago he asked the remaining people here, only to be told that they had starved to death.

"Last year's drought and this year's harvest failed, and I had to pay back the money and grain borrowed from those big households, and I had to pay taxes, and what little grain I produced was robbed, and I had nothing to eat, so I starved to death. As for the land, now it is all owned by those big households, and if they don't have the money to pay it back, then use the land to pay it back."

When the Taoist heard this, it was like a lightning strike, and his body went limp, and he almost fell to the ground.

He saved those people from the plague, and instead of dying at the hands of the plague, they were starved to death. Those high-ranking families and big families of Zhumen, which one is not brocade clothes and jade food, the granaries are piled up, and the family wealth is thousands.

They are reckless in pleasure, dogs and horses, and they waste an infinite amount of food every day, but they want to take away the only surplus food in the hands of the people.

Under the vermilion gate, the high-ranking family, and the luxurious manor, there are people who are buried to starve to death or die of exhaustion.

Zhang Jiao came to a house, which had collapsed and was empty and overgrown with weeds.

He took a piece of dry food from his sleeve and gently placed it on the stone platform at the door.

Speechless for a long time.

After a long time, Zhang Jiao looked up at the sky blankly, his eyes were full of confusion, and he muttered in his mouth, what is he trying to save people for? In order to let these people continue to be cattle and horses? And then, like livestock, struggling, and finally starving to death?

So what is he desperately trying to save people for?

Why did those people starve to death?

"Second brother, third brother, and you, you come and tell me, they farmed, weaved, and tended to the crops, but in the end they starved to death, did they not work hard enough?"

"Are they lazy?"

The crowd was silent. A child next to him said timidly: "Daddy and mother are tired to death, isn't that hard enough?" ”

"Yes, they used all their strength to live, and finally died, are they not working hard enough?"

"No, it's the injustice of this world!"

"It's those big families, big families, corrupt officials and corrupt officials, who robbed everything away!"

The eyes of the countless people who followed him all looked at Zhang Jiao, and Zhang Jiao said slowly: "It was they who took away our last mouthful of food, this world is not fair!" It's not fair! ”

Zhang Jiao is a ray of light that these people see in the dark, and they are willing to believe in him and are willing to pursue him. They yearn for light, they are the ones who sink into darkness, and even the slightest hint of light will guide them to rush forward one after another.

I'm already in hell, so what's worse?

Zhang Jiao turned around, he saw the people standing behind him, and saw the light in their eyes, and that light was himself.

The light was faint, but it was still hopeful, and he knew what the road was full of. Since there is infinite darkness in this world, he is willing to use it as a firewood to light up that light.

He was willing to be that firelight.

The Taoist who was once full of hope for the world died at this moment, and another person who wanted to ask for his life for the common people in the world appeared.

They may be like the moths, knowing that there is fire in front of them, but still rushing into it.

These people may be like ants, lowly and weak. But at this moment, he wants everyone to understand the power of ants!

The heavens are dead! Huang Tian should stand!

(End of chapter)