I became a god after resigning

Chapter 2 Incense Burner
The shrine in the field ridge is at most one meter high, small and cramped. In fact, this is an earth temple.

But there is no spirit card inside, but a dark stone, half outside, half in the soil.

The stone is covered with red silk, and in front of it is a small altar made of stone, on which there is an old incense burner and several bowls and dishes for offerings.

But at this time, the incense ash in the incense burner had agglomerated, and the surrounding dishes were filled with waste water. It seemed that there had been no incense in this temple for a long time.

This earth temple has existed for a long time. According to Song Ci’s grandfather, this stone is a sacred stone that fell from the sky a long time ago. It is alive and grows when it lands.

Therefore, nearby villagers worshiped with incense and fire, and gradually formed a unique earth temple.

In the past, the incense was once very prosperous, but it gradually declined. Every year, only during the Chinese New Year, would people receive some passing incense.

When he was young, Song Ci would pass by here every day when he went to school. He was very familiar with this so-called Earth Temple, and he didn't have much awe. Sometimes he even climbed to the top of the temple to play.

But at this time, Song Ci knelt respectfully in front of the temple, lit three cigarettes and inserted them into the incense burner.

"Lord of the land, bless me to send a sum of money before the end of the year. One hundred and eighty thousand is not too much, and thirty-five thousand is not too little. Please, please, if all these can be realized, I will definitely give it to you when I come back at the end of the year... ...buy you two bottles of wine."

Song Ci put his palms together and bowed three times without sincerity.

At this moment, a ray of sunlight shone in through the low windows of the temple and fell on the incense burner on the altar.

Under the sunlight, the edge of the incense burner exudes a warm light.

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then his face showed joy.

I hurriedly bowed to the Lord of the Land three more times.

"Thank you Land Lord, thank you Land Lord..."

As he spoke, he picked up the incense burner on the altar.

As soon as the hand sinks, Song Ci knows that this incense burner is not ordinary.

Looking at it for a while, I saw that the incense burner was full of dirt, and the original color could no longer be discerned. However, from the position of the flash just now, we can see the warmth of jade, and Song Ci couldn't help but be overjoyed.

He turned the incense burner over and poured out all the dry incense ash and the three cigarettes that had just been lit.

"Thank you Land Lord for the reward."

Song Ci carried the censer and left. From the place where the dirt came off, it can be seen that this censer should be made of jade. Such a large jade censer should be worth a lot of money, right?
Thinking of this, Song Ci felt elated.

Thanks to the Lord of the Land for the reward. Sure enough, good people are rewarded with good rewards.

Song Ci carried the censer back to the car, ready to go home and clean it before selling it for a good price.

After restarting the car, Song Ci's slightly gloomy mood seemed to be a little better.

The afternoon sun shines on the body, giving people a sense of warmth.

It takes about an hour and a half by car from my hometown Songjiazhuang to Jiangzhou City.

Passing through Shimiao Town, Majiaji Town, Huaqiao Town and Haitang Town, Songjiazhuang belongs to a village below Shimiao Town.

After Song Ci got in the car, he put the incense burner on the co-pilot, and opened the order-taking software to see if there was anyone who could take a ride and earn some gas money.

Unexpectedly, I was so lucky. As soon as I opened the software, an order popped up. It was from Shimiao Town to Jiangzhou City. It happened to be on the way, so I quickly chose to accept the order.

"Thank you Land Lord."

Song Ci couldn't help but thanked again, then started the car and drove forward.

Although due to the Passepartout project, all cement roads in the countryside have been built, but the road surface is too narrow, and it is a bit troublesome when two vehicles meet. It is estimated that those with a little less skill can drive into the ditch.

The fields are connected to the fields, because it is late autumn at this time, and the eyes are either low rapeseed seedlings or withered yellow rice stubble, which is full of vitality in the bleakness.

Glancing at the censer on the passenger seat, he was thinking about how to make a move.

At this moment, suddenly a person rushed to his car from the side of the road, Song Ci slammed on the brakes, and was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

"Damn it?" Song Ci rolled down the window and yelled at the person in front of the car.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please save my husband and son."

Only then did Song Ci notice that standing in front of her was a wet woman with a pretty face, a mole in the tear groove on the left, a yellow sweater on her upper body, tight jeans on her lower body, and wet hair sticking to her cheeks. His face was pale, his arms were folded, and he was shivering from the cold, looking very pitiful.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Ci asked in surprise.

"My husband drove the car into a ditch, and my son is still in the car, please save him." The woman said, and she was about to kneel to Song Ci through the car door.

"Don't..."

Song Ci hurriedly opened the car door and got out, while looking at the river next to him.

In order to facilitate irrigation and drainage, there are basically such rivers on both sides of the road.

At this time, in the river, there was a white car stuck in the river, only the buttocks were exposed on the river surface, and it was about to sink. Song Ci was shocked, took off his coat, picked up the safety hammer on the car, and jumped into the river .

Song Ci's water skills are still good. When I was young, I often swam in such rivers, and of course I didn't suffer from my parents' mixed doubles.

At this time, it was late autumn, and although the river water could not be said to be icy, it was still freezing to the bone marrow.

But because the river itself is not wide, and Song Ci is focused on saving people at this time, he can persist for a while.

When he got to the side of the car, he took a peek through the window, and saw a five or six-year-old boy sitting on the back seat, leaning against the window, the water had already flooded his neck, his face was full of tears and panic. color.

Song Ci hurriedly raised the safety hammer in his hand, smashed the rear window with force a few times, and carried him out of the back seat. The little boy hugged his neck and burst into tears.

Song Ci didn't take him ashore immediately, but let him sit in the back of the car temporarily.

"Be good and don't move, I'll save your father." Song Ci said.

"And my mother, woo woo..." the little boy cried.

Song Ci didn't think much about it, he plunged into the water and opened the car door with a lot of effort.

The man in the driver's seat tilted his head, his head was hurt, and he didn't know if he was still alive, but Song Ci couldn't control much at this time, so he untied his seat belt and dragged him out.

Then he stuck his head out of the water, gasping for breath, and felt dizzy in his brain. Fortunately, he came and went quickly, but he was frightened, and others failed to save him, so he put himself in it.

After regaining his strength, Song Ci realized that two more people had entered the water, and the little boy was dragged to the shore by one of them.

"There's another one under the water." Song Ci shouted.

Then he dragged the man to swim to the shore, and a young man who had just swam over heard the words and immediately plunged into the water.

Because Song Ci's car was stuck in the middle of the road, all the cars behind couldn't get through, so they all got out of the car and came to watch and help.

With the help of everyone, Song Ci, who had exhausted almost all his strength, finally climbed ashore.

Some people took blankets from the car to wrap the child, some began to give first aid to the rescued man, and some called the police and emergency services.

Song Ci lay on his back on the ground, panting heavily, looking at the blue sky.

"Are you OK?"

An old man blocked his view.

"It's okay, thank you."

Song Ci calmed down, turned over and sat up.

"Young man, it's great."

The uncle gave Song Ci a thumbs up.

"Grab the stick, grab the..."

At this moment, there was another commotion from the crowd, and the woman who turned out to be the co-pilot was also rescued.

Song Ci glanced in that direction, didn't care at first, but suddenly froze, feeling cold all over.

Yellow sweater, tight jeans, delicate cheeks are pale without any blood, and the mole on the tear trough is even more glaring.

Song Ci stood up staggeringly, walked over and took another look.

Someone pressed on her chest, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

Song Ci looked around and felt that his body was getting colder, so he separated from the crowd and walked to his car.

He took off his wet clothes, threw them on the co-pilot, wrapped up the coat he took off before, got into the car, stepped on the accelerator with the engine still on, and drove away.

After driving a long distance, Song Ci couldn't help but look back from the rearview mirror, naturally he couldn't see anything.

"God bless you, I'm doing something good, right?"

Song Ci murmured tremblingly, then turned on the air conditioner.

But it feels colder.

(End of this chapter)