Under the gaze of Zhang and the three of them, the villagers below gathered together with sticks, looking very powerful, and the contrast with their clothes was too great.

"Uncle Skill, what are these people doing, standing like rows of dealers."

Zhang San looked at the people of Zhangjia Village below, regardless of men, women and children, one by one standing neatly, a large number of people did not see a mess, from above it was a big square, just like the wheat in the field when they were planting.

"Are you lining up to receive porridge?"

"It's possible," Zhang nodded his head, and when he gave the porridge, he had to line up to receive the porridge, otherwise he would be whipped by the servants.

The three of them watched, and another person came out of the cave, and came to the open space in front of this group of people, and everyone else lined up, and he stood in the open space by himself, and his status was very high at a glance.

"Hey, it looks like the young master we saw yesterday."

Zhang Heizi is young, his eyes are the best, he can see very clearly, it is the young master from yesterday.

"That's the man."

Zhang replied, the distance was not far, and he could see it clearly at his age.

"Have you put the porridge in it?"

Zhang San is still more concerned about this.

"There are no porridge sheds, so you can't boil it now, right? Isn't it that you can't eat it at the time of the hour, and yesterday the man also said with certainty that the porridge will be put in the hour, and there will be no more when it is late. ”

Zhang Heizi complained.

"Crooked, let's beat you on the forehead, just look at it, it's not porridge, what are these people doing together? Sacrifice? ”

Zhang scolded a sentence.

The three of them looked down intently.

I saw that the young master below from yesterday waved his hand, as if he was beckoning to someone, "Didn't you see the foreheads, tell them to go down?" ”

This thought popped up in Zhang Benshi's heart, and before he could say anything, his eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't help blurting out a sentence in his mouth.

"Edi Niang, what's going on?"

Zhang Heizi and Zhang San's bodies trembled, and they almost stood up and slid down the dirt slope.

Just after the young master waved his hand, there were rows of yellow porcelain bowls in the open space, and the porcelain bowls contained white flowers, which looked like rice porridge.

"Is that a white rice porridge?"

Zhang San rubbed his eyes, looked down and said in amazement, "Eh, you're not mistaken, right?" ”

"It's white rice porridge, such a big porcelain bowl, can you still see it wrong?"

Zhang Heizi said with some excitement.

"What's going on, why is there a pinch of white porridge," Zhang Zheng's eyes widened like copper bells, he couldn't understand it, obviously there was nothing on the ground just now, how could he blink, no, he didn't even blink, just looked at the young master waved his hand, and a lot of white porridge appeared on the ground.

From above, it is estimated that there are hundreds of bowls, all over the ground, neat and tidy, Zhang has lived for thirty years, and has never seen such a spectacular scene.

With a wave of a bowl of porridge all over the ground, is this young master a god?

"This young master can't be an immortal, right?"

Zhang San couldn't help but say.

"Don't talk, look below, what are they going to do."

Zhang Benshi spoke, and the three of them looked down, only to see the people below row by row, holding up the porcelain bowl on the ground, and they seemed to have other things in their other hand.

"It's white porridge! What's that hand, Xiao Cai'er? ”

Zhang Heizi said excitedly, and he also saw other things in the other hand of these people.

"Edi Niang, what a fairy, I didn't expect this porridge to be put like this, where is this porridge to be put this porridge is to become porridge."

Zhang San couldn't help but say, the current scene is too beyond their cognition.

"Do you want to go down and get some points," Zhang Heizi licked his lips and swallowed his saliva, he shook his nose, and seemed to smell the fragrance of white porridge below.

"Beat you, forget what we're here for, hurry up and figure out what's going on, so I can go back and tell the folks."

Zhang scolded a sentence, his heart jumped suddenly, he couldn't figure out what was going on below, there were really immortals, if so, wouldn't they and the villagers have to be homeless.

Almost all of the people below received the white porridge, and only one or twenty people had nothing.

"Why are there some and some are not," Zhang San couldn't help but ask.

"You ask me, who do I ask," Zhang replied.

"Thank you, Stove King!"

Suddenly, there was a neat shout from below, and the three of them looked down, these people put the white porridge and mustard on the ground, bent down and shouted to the young master in front of them, 'Thank you Stove King'.

"Stove King? Stove Jun, Stove King? ”

Zhang San said in astonishment, "It's really a fairy, mother, then let's watch here, is it that the Lord of the Stove already knows." ”

Zhang Ben's heart trembled, and the food appeared out of thin air, and now these people are shouting thank you to the Stove King, isn't that the Stove King?

Good guy, there is a fairy hidden in this ravine.

Zhang was a little flustered, they were so close to the Lord of the Stove yesterday, and now they are watching from a distance here, wouldn't it be offensive to the Lord of the Stove.

In ancient times, the sacrificial stove did not distinguish between the high and low of the status, from the palace, ministers, to the common people, and they were all respectful to the god of the stove.

At the moment, a living stove prince actually appeared in front of them.

"Quick, let's go down and kowtow to the Lord of the Stove," Zhang pulled the two of them towards the bottom of the mountain in a panic, and kept muttering.

"Eh, I haven't put maltose and wine in the sacrificial stove for the past two years, so I put some malt and water to make up for it, and the king of the stove won't blame it."

When sacrificing to the stove, often put some wine and maltose, the wine is to make the stove prince drink well, dizzy, can not complain to the sky, and the maltose is sweet and sticky, paste it on the mouth of the stove god, want to say bad things can not open your mouth, can only say a vague vague, it is not good to speak badly, can only say good things, second, "take people's hands short, eat people's soft mouth" stove prince ate their offerings, how much to say more good things to the heavens, the next year can also ask for a full meal.

The harvest in the past two years has not been good, the land has been sold to the landlord, and where there is sugar and wine to sacrifice, I can only make do with it.

"No wonder I can't save food in the family in the past two years, and now I almost don't get any food, it turns out that the king of the stove is to blame."

Zhang Ben was a little anxious and was about to cry, linking these two things together, thinking of this, he hurriedly pulled Zhang San and Zhang Heizi to run down faster.

"When the time comes, I will pull the villagers to kowtow and make amends."

Zhang Benshi thought in his heart.

Three people are not enough to pay for their sins, and every family, young and old, will come.

The three of them ran wildly all the way, and the movement was noticed by Liu Zhenhua and others from afar.