Chapter Twenty-Five: Born of Change
In the pavilion, after sending away a few people from the village chief.
Zhang Ping'an looked at the sky again, and Lin Meng looked at Zhang Ping'an with a complicated expression.
Once again, the gazebo returned to calm.
Only in the barrage, because of the weather, it has caused heated discussions.
People combine the existing weather conditions, plus the weather forecast for the next few days.
The conclusion is that there will be no heavy rain in Jiangcheng in the next two days, and naturally there will be no mudslides.
Half an hour later, a Taoist came to report.
"Heavenly Master, the supplies have gone up the mountain, please ask the Heavenly Master to go and count them."
Listening to the words of the Taoist, Zhang Ping'an nodded.
"It's hard work, I'll go over now."
After Zhang Ping'an finished speaking, he walked towards the square in front of the hall.
By the time Zhang Ping'an and the others arrived, some supplies had already been piled up on the square in front of the hall.
One after another, Taoists and villagers carried large boxes of supplies into the Taoist temple.
"Heavenly Master, a total of one hundred and fifty tents have been purchased, as well as all kinds of food that is enough for thousands of people to eat for two days."
Hong Tao, a Taoist who specializes in logistics observation, stepped forward to report.
During the report, Hong Tao subconsciously wiped the sweat on his forehead, and it could be seen that he was not lightly tired.
[Buying so many things at once, Little Heavenly Master, did you really think that the flash flood was going to break out? ] γ
[I see, the little heavenly master is still a child, and when he has money, he starts messing around. γ
[If you really have nothing to do, you can toss yourself, why do you want to toss others. γ
[It's really a bit unbearable, you see that those Taoist elders are tired one by one and can't straighten their waists. γ
[That's right, a person is willful, and the Taoist priests in the temple are still suffering, and they still respect him so much. γ
In the barrage, people have begun to blame Zhang Ping'an.
In their opinion, Zhang Ping'an did a bit too much this time.
On the square in front of the hall, Zhang Ping'an listened to Hong Tao's report and nodded.
"It's hard work, let's take a good rest, and then go down the mountain to assist the villagers in moving."
Hearing Zhang Ping'an's words, Hong Tao showed a sincere smile on his face.
"Heavenly Master, we don't work hard."
"Yes, we're not tired, let's go down the mountain to help the villagers transfer!"
More than a dozen Taoists echoed Hong Tao's words.
In the end, a dozen Taoists and those villagers, dozens of people walked down the mountain without resting.
[I'm grass, everyone is tired like that, don't you let people rest more? γ
[Goddess Lin, don't you care about this, it's too much! ] γ
In the barrage, the remarks became more and more radical, and they really didn't understand Zhang Ping'an's approach.
Lin Meng's face was also very entangled at this time, she actually didn't approve of Zhang Ping'an's approach.
But after all, she is an outsider, so she really shouldn't talk about persuasion.
[Don't get too excited, these people won't be tired when they go down the mountain. γ
[It's okay for the Taoist elders to accompany their own heavenly masters to make trouble, do you think the villagers under the mountain will really move? ] γ
[Yes, yes, how can it be possible that so many people in a village can go up the mountain as soon as the upper lip touches the lower lip. γ
[I think, buying so many things must be smashed in your hands.] γ
[The people in the village have planted the land, raised livestock, and have to take care of them every day, how can they give up those who accompany him. γ
Zhang Ping'an didn't know that during the live broadcast, people's grievances against him were getting bigger and bigger.
Most of the Taoists in the temple were sent down the mountain by him, and only a few elderly Taoists remained.
At this time, Zhang Ping'an led these Taoists and began to count and distribute materials.
Eat and take it to the dining hall, and put other things in the main hall for the time being.
Lin Meng looked at Zhang Ping'an's thin little body and kept moving things.
I still felt a little unbearable, so I took off my high heels and stepped forward to help.
Not long after, more than a dozen villagers walked into the Taoist temple with large bags and small bags in their hands.
After temporarily putting their luggage in the main hall, the villagers also began to help count and carry the supplies.
[I'll go, are there really any villagers who believe in the words of the little heavenly master? γ
[Alas, how foolish must this be to believe such baseless words?] γ
The audience in the live broadcast room was very puzzled by this.
But under the camera, more and more villagers entered the Taoist temple with their luggage.
Some people who are old and have inconvenient legs are even carried into the Taoist temple.
[I'm really speechless, everyone is choked by the toss at this moment. γ
[I can't understand it at all, how can so many people want to believe a child's casual words? γ
[Anyway, this time the little heavenly master is a big game, and now the weather is still so sunny, there is no sign of a flash flood at all. γ
[It is strongly recommended that the program team deduct the remuneration originally given to the Taoist temple and compensate for the losses of these villagers when the time comes.] γ
In the barrage, people's emotions have changed from incomprehension at the beginning to excitement.
The people of Daxia have a certain obsession with their homeland.
And now Zhang Ping'an's behavior is to make the whole village give up their homes.
Even if nothing happens for two days, they will go down the mountain and return to the mountain, which will cause great losses.
With all kinds of tosses, the time is getting later and later.
The sun has already set, and only Fangshanguan is still brightly lit at the moment, and the voices of people are boiling.
"Little fairy!"
Zhang Ping'an, who was assisting in the distribution of materials, looked up at Wang Shoucheng who was walking over.
"Little Immortal, there are three hundred and four households in Litai Village, a total of eight hundred and twenty-three people, all of whom have been transferred up the mountain."
Zhang Shoucheng's tone was slightly tired, obviously he had been tossed enough in the past half a day.
"Good! Old village chief, I still need to work hard for you to help organize the move-in. β
"We have limited accommodations, and the elderly, weak, women and children leisurely arrange to live in the Taoist hall and the guest hall."
"For the rest, I can only be wronged first and lay down in the main hall first."
"The young and strong, as well as the Taoists in the temple, can only live in tents in the square."
After listening to Zhang Ping'an's instructions, the square began to be busy again.
Under the organization and coordination of the village chief Wang Shouren and several Taoists, the villagers began to move in.
[Speechless, a whole village of people, just messing around with a little child? ] γ
[What I admire most is that these people are still enjoying themselves. γ
[What kind of drug did this kid pour into these people to make so many people believe him without hesitation? γ
Lin Meng looked at the busy and noisy people, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Because of this incident, the popularity of the show is higher, but she would rather not have such a high popularity.
These simple villagers were really tormented too hard.
"The wind is blowing!"
An exclamation sounded, attracting the attention of many people.
Cameraman Liu Yue was also attracted by the sound and pointed the camera in that direction.
I saw a tent that had just been erected, swaying from side to side stirred by the wind.
On the horizon, a bolt of lightning streaked by.
This scene happened to be filmed by the camera and presented in the live broadcast.
γit!γ Flash floods aren't really coming, are they? γ