The current Daqian, although the world is in turmoil, the feudal towns are everywhere. ＝＝＝＝

But at this time, most of the princes of the feudal towns still held official positions in the imperial court.

At most, like Song Yu before, in the name of a holy decree, he sealed himself.

But no matter what, it is all dressed in the skin of the imperial court, leaving a layer of face for the imperial court!

But once Song Yu waits, then even if he is a three-year-old child, he knows that he wants to be independent!

Even if the big dry building at this time is about to collapse, but there are still three catties of nails in the rotten ship! Song Yu said that the backlash was also the most violent.

Moreover, how can the dragons of other states in the world sit idly by, and if they don't get it right, it will be a situation where the whole world will fight together!

If Song Yu waits and completely abandons the name of the imperial court, then the luck at this time will be at least thirty percent!

Under the unstable foundation, there are so many backlashes, and if you are not careful, you will be defeated and die, implicating the fate of the clansmen!

"But otherwise, how can you abandon the court and become self-reliant!"

"To compete for the world and achieve the position of the true dragon, training is indispensable, and it is not possible to get involved with the previous dynasty......"

Song Yu's eyes were gloomy, and he had completely decided to give up his reputation in the court and set up his own Wu Hou throne!

"Although it is decided to be self-contained, the timing must still be chosen! In September, under the supernatural power, Xin'an's yield per mu this year will inevitably increase by more than 50 percent, and then the people's hearts will return to the river, and the best time to completely get rid of the control of the imperial court!"

Before Fang Ming moved the governance office to Xin'an Mansion, sent a divine official, and exerted the magic power of fertilizing the land, it was necessary to increase the yield per mu of Xin'an and build momentum for Song Yu.

It's almost September now. Wait until the mu yield comes out and spreads all over the five mansions, and the luck it brings. How many should there be?

With the righteousness of heaven, the people's hearts can be attached, and this alone can increase the luck by three percent, making up for the loss of the court's righteousness.

The people's attachment will lead to wash away the scholars and heroes, prompting them to submit. This foundation was immediately solidified.

And this can also be passed on to the world. Although most of the foreign families do not believe it, but at the critical moment, it can be worth 100,000 soldiers!

"This year, I will subdue Shanyue and take the two provinces. Crop harvest. If I receive the title of Marquis of Wu, I will be able to send troops to fight for the dragon next year! I want to see who else can stop me in this Wuzhou?"

At this time, it will be late, and the sunset in the distance will reflect the clouds, burning the clouds red. From a distance, the sky at this time seemed to be covered with a red veil. The red glow is wafting, and the breeze is blowing. The clouds change to form different shapes.

Suddenly, the clouds froze, illusioned into a sinuous shape, and from a distance, they looked like snakes and dragons, arching and guarding.

This form, even Song Yu was a little surprised when he saw it.

At this time, the ancients paid attention to the induction of heaven and man, and the most important vision, Song Yu was inevitably affected.

"As soon as I made this thought, a vision was born! Heaven will help me!"

Song Yu was overjoyed and walked down the stairs.

"Lord !!" Shen Wenbin, Song Si and a few others, looking at Song Yu's heroic figure reflected in the dragon and snake arch guard formed by the burning clouds, they couldn't help but be surprised, and knelt down to salute.

"Hahaha! This is a good omen, God bless me!" Song Yu laughed, and then ordered: "Quickly pass on this matter, the red dragon descending from the sky is a sign of great prosperity in my town!"

"No!" Shen Wenbin and the others looked at the lord, and they all felt more majestic than usual, and couldn't help lowering their eyelids, and agreed in a deep voice.

Soon, the news of the red dragon descending from the sky and the Gongwei Festival spread throughout the whole province and spread to the rest of the country.

When Song Yu returned to the mansion, he saw a trace of white gas surging towards him.

"If it was before, it might have been a little helpful, but now, it's just a drop in the bucket......" Song Yu looked at this little luck and said with a smile.

This flickering luck is not much, if it is gathered on Yibai, there may be seven hopes.

But on Song Yu, before he had no home, it was a great resource.

When the capture of Xin'an Mansion is captured, it can only be regarded as a small supplement. Up to now, the occupation of the five mansions is lush and green, and it can be called almost a drop in the bucket, but these luck can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket.

But it's good to have one more point, I am a little greedy enough, Song Yu shook his head and smiled.

......

The sun and the moon rotated, time flew by, and before I knew it, it was September.

Autumn and September are the harvest seasons.

At this time, the Xin'an Mansion was in a state of joy, and both the ordinary people and the official families were all happy.

Since the arrival of the City God, not only in Xin'an, tens of thousands of fields have been opened, but the vacated fields have been sucked away from the homeless and landless tenants at once.

In this way, the pressure of public security in Xin'an has been greatly alleviated, and there are fewer contradictions between civilians and families, and Xin'an is naturally a great rule.

In Fang Ming's view, even the matter of committing adultery has been greatly reduced, and the anger in society has also dissipated a lot.

On the street at this time, two old men dressed as peasant households were walking side by side and chatting with each other.

"Old man Wu, this year's rice grows really well, I calculated, at least I can harvest an extra hundred catties, this is really the blessing of the city god......"

"How did I hear that it was Song Jiedu who made the Heavenly Family, and this land of dragon prosperity has supernatural powers?" said Old Man Wu with some puzzlement.

"I think it's the blessing of the city god! Since the city god came, this incense is vigorous, whether it is the family's livestock is sick, or asking for a son to send blessings, there are miracles, Anchang also has news that this belief in the city god can ensure a bumper harvest of the land......"

"Then let me ask you! The Zhang family next door doesn't believe in the city god, why is his family's land also a bumper harvest? Could it be that this city god even blesses him?" Old man Wu smiled, but asked lightly.

"This ......" The old man who spoke before was a little speechless, and forced himself to say: "Maybe it's because of the mercy of the old man Chenghuang, seeing that the life of the Zhang family is not easy, so he gave him a ...... of grace."

"Okay, just like you said, then Xin'an Mansion has increased all its production, which is also the blessing of the city god?" said the old man Wu, his voice a little joking.

"Shut your mouth quickly! slander the gods in the street, be careful of retribution!" The old man hurriedly covered the mouth of the old man Wu, and waved in all directions, muttering in his mouth: "Master Chenghuang is not strange! Master Chenghuang is not strange!"

But there was some regret in my heart, and I talked about it with this old man Wu who didn't believe in Chenghuang.

"Okay, let's go back quickly! If it's any later, the farm work will be delayed......" Although the old man Wu didn't believe in this ghost and god thing, he usually heard a lot, and some of the three of them became tigers, and they also secretly regretted it, but they didn't say anything anymore, and hurriedly urged the old man to go back.

Even if you have to hand over fifty percent of the rice to the Li family, and remove the taxes, you can still keep a lot of it, and you can have a good year......

As soon as he said this, the old man's face was full of gloom, and there was joy.

"Yes, yes!" Old man Wu responded. I looked at the sky again, and saw some clouds in the distance, and there was some humidity in the air, and I immediately shouted that it was not good.

"Old grandson, look at it, isn't it going to rain this day?" Old man Wu has been doing farm work all his life and has rich experience, and when he sees this day, he knows that something is not good.

"it!" the old grandson looked up at the sky and couldn't help but scold.

Once it rains, the crops in the fields are finished, and all the hard work of the year is wasted!

"I saw it yesterday, it's fine, how can it rain......" Old man Wu could barely stand, and he was about to sit on the ground.

"What can I do about this?" Old man Sun wanted to cry without tears, a little overwhelmed.

Old man Wu didn't know where he got the strength at this time, he jumped up suddenly, pulled Old Man Sun's sleeve, and said, "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and go home to harvest rice!"

At this time, the black clouds gradually thickened, but the rain did not fall, but passers-by also saw that it was wrong, there were many farmers, crying on the roadside, or in a hurry, going back to harvest before the rain to reduce losses.

"It's too late!" The old grandson looked at the sky, and the old tears finally swept horizontally: "After working hard for most of my life, I finally have some hope, I don't want to be like this, God, how thin you treat me!"

"You...... Alas...... "Old Wu stomped his feet, a little helpless.

He also knew that looking at this day, the heavy rain would fall in less than a moment, even if he went back at this time, how much could he get?

At this time, I heard a few farmers running towards the center of the city together, and the voice of talking faintly came from the wind: "I heard that this city god can not only ensure a good harvest of the land and the safety of the house, but also manage the rain.

When the old grandson heard this, there was a light in his eyes, and he took the old grandson's arm and ran in the direction of the city god temple.

"Hey, old grandson, aren't you too sad and fascinated, aren't you?" our family is not over there......" Old Sun Tou's hand was very strong at this time, and it hurt to drag Lao Wu's head.

"I'm not crazy!" the old grandson didn't reply, but his voice was unprecedentedly calm: "God can't count on it, and I can't collect much food when I go home, so I can only ask the old man Chenghuang to have mercy and bless us......"

Old Wu instinctively wanted to refuse. But at this time, he is in a desperate situation, and even if it is a straw, he wants to grasp it.

Hearing the words of the old grandson, although he even sighed and made trouble, he did not break free, and followed the old grandson to the city god temple.

In the center of the city, the temple of the city god at this time was already kneeling with believers, all praying.

Since ancient times, the people have taken food as the sky, and the harvest of a house is a great thing, and in a moment, it is a gathering of believers, if it is a period of time, the parents and officials will come to the public sacrifice, praying for the gods of the city god to show their might, disperse the rain clouds, and ensure a good harvest!

Seeing that the front was really crowded and couldn't squeeze in, the old grandson knelt down directly in the square and muttered: "Lord Chenghuang bless, please disperse the rain clouds and give my family a way to live......

The voice is pious, and he bows and bows, and bows and bows.

Old Wu was pulled, surrounded by believers, thinking about his own harvest, sighed, and knelt down, although he usually does not believe in ghosts and gods, at this time he couldn't help praying: "If there is really a god, please also manifest the spirit......"

The pious incense of faith, with prayers, turned into a golden wave and entered the Chenghuang Domain.

In the quiet room, Fang Ming opened his eyes, the golden flashes in his eyes, and he already understood the outside world.

"At this time, there is rain, but it is not conducive to the harvest, and there are believers who plead, so they should be taken care of!"

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