Chapter 24 Township Chief, why don’t you come and take a look?

Author: Ging Le

Chapter 24 Township Chief, why don’t you come and take a look?

Anfeng's face darkened again. This big vat was moved from his house.

Jing Zhao said in a calm tone: "Which of you family doesn't want to be punished by God? I'm here to help you."

In front of many villagers at the ancestral hall, Anfeng could only endure his anger and said: "God can tell you what you need to carry food."

Jing Zhao smiled calmly: "I won't know until I ask the god of heaven."

Gu Jingzhao called Aning, and the two danced on the patio in the middle of the ancestral hall, while Gu Jingzhao kept mumbling something.

The more he jumped, the faces of the people in and outside the ancestral hall became more and more ugly.

Every year, the great witch would send priests to each village on the birthday of the witch ancestor to dance with ghosts and worship the gods, praying for good weather in the coming year and blessing each village with safety and success.

It is clear... Gu Jingzhao's praying movements are those of a priest!

"Gu Jingzhao is the messenger of God. You can see that his prayers are the same as those of San Ben Yun."

"Shit, his ritual is obviously more difficult than San Bengyun's, at least it has to be at the level of a great witch!"

"Great witch... Do you think Gu Jingzhao is one of the ten great witches? He came to rescue us when he learned that our village was in trouble."

After saying this, everyone felt more and more that this was possible.

After a while, Gu Jingzhao finished all the rituals. He stopped slowly, closed his eyes and looked incomprehensible: "Are the An Nanhuai family here?"

A woman at the door suddenly heard her son's name being called. She was in a daze for a moment and quickly pushed her man into the ancestral hall.

After the man entered the door, Jing Zhao raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Who are you An Nanhuai?"

The man said: "I, I am his father, Nanhuai is my son."

Jing Zhao said "Yes" and put his hand on the man's arm, "Let's go." He said one word.

"Go, where are you going?" The man hadn't realized what had happened, and was completely out of the situation.

An Feng said: "The god you said wants to give food to his family?"

"Exactly." Jing Zhao slowly opened his eyes and replied.

An Feng rolled his eyes, winked at the person next to him, and the person left in a hurry.

An Feng said: "Then let's go."

Jing Zhao took a step forward and paused: "My clothes..."

"No wearing it! Just go like this!"

Jing Zhao:……

Anyway, as long as he is not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

Jing Zhao took a big step and left the ancestral hall.

Outside the door, girls and women screamed in surprise. Jing Zhao saw several women covering their own eyes while covering the eyes of the little girl beside them.

"Rogue! Traitor!"

Jing Zhao was wronged. It wasn't because he wanted to be naked. It wasn't because their dear mayor didn't allow him to wear clothes.

The women all avoided it, and the others followed them all the way to An Nanhuai's house.

As soon as Jing Zhao entered the door, he saw the child he had met yesterday in Shang Shi Ji. An Nanhuai breathed a sigh of relief the moment he saw Jing Zhao.

Soon, he saw the township chief An Feng and almost everyone from the village following them. An Nanhuai was heartbroken because he didn't know what was happening outside.

He raised his eyes and looked at Jing Zhao. Jing Zhao looked away indifferently, pretending that he had never seen him. An Nanhuai followed suit and ran towards his parents pretending to be nothing.

Jing Zhao casually walked around his house, muttering to himself, "Yes, this is the family chosen by the God of Heaven."

He looked at the middle-aged man: "Where is your grain trough?"

The man was completely frightened by his aura just now. He was stunned for a while, but An Nanhuai shook his hand beside him: "Dad, Mr. Gu is talking to you."

The man suddenly came back to his senses and responded: "Oh, sir, I will take you there."

He made an inviting gesture and took Jing Zhao to a small room nearby where items were stored. The inside was neat and clean, with items neatly placed on the wooden shelves. One of the large grids was

There is always a wooden grain trough.

But the grain trough has bottomed out, and there is only a thin layer of old corn.

Jing Zhao said: "Now that we have new food, let's go with the old food."

The man immediately shook his head: "Sir, please tell the gods that this old rice is also food and can satisfy your hunger, so don't throw it away."

Jing Zhao secretly raised the corners of his lips slightly. What the man said was exactly what he thought. He is a good, thrifty and thrifty man, and he passed his test!

In fact, if the man listened to him and told him to throw away the old rice and did so without hesitation, Jing Zhao would not give him the grain.

Jing Zhao cleared the crowd with a flick of his hand and called Aning. The two looked at each other and nodded. Then they began the prayer ceremony.

Some people have already seen Jing Zhao perform once in the morning at the old woman's house at the end of the village, but they still watched it with gusto. No matter how many times they watch this kind of prayer ceremony, they will still be shocked and have a strong sense of awe deep in their hearts.

After Jing Zhao made the last move, he pointed at the grain trough and shouted: "Full!"

Everyone was amazed, the same situation as in the morning happened again!

Golden grains of grain appeared out of thin air and spread layer by layer into the grain trough. The grains collided with each other and hit the grain trough, like waves stacking up in layers.

The originally empty grain trough was covered with layers of dazzling golden color!

Everyone present has not seen so much food for a long time. This food is enough for a family to eat for a month!

The man ran to the grain trough in disbelief and grabbed it with his hands. It felt cold and round, and it was real corn!

It's true!

Unable to control the panic and trembling of the muscles on his face, he muttered: "It's real, it's real corn..."

Several senior people in the village also ran forward. Someone took one and stuffed it into his mouth, took a bite and said, "It's corn!"

An Feng also held a handful in his hand. Of course he knew that the thing in his hand really existed. Gu Jingzhao had really transformed food.

But how is this possible...

How could he, a prosthetic mouth with a mutilated body and a foreigner, have the ability to synesthetize with gods?

But at this time, the crowd of people watching had become restless. There was a commotion in the crowd, and many people were whispering.

"He is the messenger of the gods! He is the great witch sent by the ancestral witch to save us!"

I don’t know who took the lead. One by one, the crowd fell to their knees in an instant. Everyone shouted in unison: "Great witch, bless me, great witch, save Xiaxi, save us."

Every cry was louder than the last.

[Ding, all the corn exchanged by the host has been distributed. 】

The system prompt flashed, and Jing Zhao slowly opened his eyes and scanned the people in front of him.

"Head of the township, don't you come and take a look?" Jing Zhao's eyes finally focused on An Feng, who was at the back of the crowd.
Chapter completed!