Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 23 Uncle Feng, Don't Worry
I came back with a manuscript on my back!Dear brothers and sisters, chapters 5-22 have been changed, and the changes are relatively large. I hope everyone can look back, otherwise the plot will not be connected.I will try my best not to make changes in the future, thank you for your understanding. 【Fist】

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"What's the matter?! Why are you panicking?"

The man couldn't help saying that he pulled him up and ran to the end of the village. An Feng's wife was also curious about what was going on, so she ran behind the two of them.

The thatched cottage at the end of Zhaiwei was lived by a family of outsiders, a woman and her son, who had moved here for about 20 years.There is only a small piece of barren land at the foot of the back mountain, where no food can be grown, only a few wild bean sprouts occasionally grow.

When her son was around, he often went fishing in the sea, so he could live with his mother.But just a while ago, her son went out to sea and never came back.

It was a stormy day in those few days, and even the fishermen in the village who were most familiar with the sea did not dare to go out to sea.Because they were outsiders and had little contact with the village, no one reminded her son when he went to sea.

Everyone knew that it was impossible for her son to come back, but the old woman was still sitting at the door and looking into the distance every day, waiting for her son who went to sea to come back.

At this moment, the door of this dilapidated thatched cottage was crowded with people.If the crowd continues like this, the wall may collapse.These people did not come to see the mother who was waiting for her son, but someone else.

Everyone stretched their necks, and finally saw Gu Jingzhao standing in the room and Aning beside him.

The two of them had their hands behind their backs, looking like they were keeping secrets.

Aning first circled around Jing Zhaozheng, then reversed a circle, Jing Zhao made a few movements with his hands, when Aning circled in front of Jing Zhao, Jing Zhao suddenly patted him on the shoulder, and the boy froze all of a sudden .

Jing Zhao made a strange shape with his fingers, read a sentence, pointed at the empty grain trough, and shouted: "Full!"

With his eyes closed, his consciousness wandered on the system's panel, and he clicked on a coupon for ten catties of millet.

Just after he yelled the word.

A surprising scene appeared!

The empty grain trough actually started to show millet, and it started to rise from the shallow layer, just like the high tide that occurs every day, layer by layer, and the top is full.

Until the grain trough was filled, the millet still did not stop.The round and plump millet overflowed the grain trough and fell to the ground in large pieces.The crackling sound is better than the sound of threshing millet in autumn.

It has been a long time since people here have seen so many grains of millet, and have not heard such a beautiful sound for a long time, and their eyes are straightened.

Until Jing Zhao yelled again: "Stop!"

The millet that flowed out continuously finally stopped.But at this time, the millet had already filled the entire grain trough, and many fell to the ground, paving the ground with golden yellow.

After Jing Zhao finished the last movement, he slowly opened his eyes, clasped his hands together and slowly fell back down, and finally let out a long breath.

Jing Zhao put his hands behind his back and looked like a master of Taoism, and said in a calm voice: "These grains are bestowed by the gods, I hope you can cherish them. God bless you, and may you survive this disaster safely."

He tapped the old woman's forehead with his index finger.

Facing Gu Su, who was in a room, the old woman was already speechless in astonishment, with her mouth open, and she didn't know what expression to put on when facing Jing Zhao.

Two days ago, it was Gu Jingzhao and Aning who had been bringing her food, and today they brought her so much food.Her eyes were full of emotion, and to her, they were gods.

Her knees softened and she knelt on the ground, "God, the gods have manifested themselves!"

The other onlookers couldn't close their mouths in surprise.

How did Gu Fake mouth concoct these grains? They heard yesterday that he actually cured the poison of the big bug.

Could it be that he is really the messenger of the gods?
In the crowd, someone suddenly said: "This Gu Jiazui doesn't really have great supernatural powers, does he? How did he conjure up these grains?"

"Why do you still call him Gu Jiazui, beware of angering the heavens!"

"If he is the messenger of the gods, he must be able to communicate with the heavens. Maybe he can make the heavens give us more food."

"It makes sense, let's go to Shangshiji to say goodbye."

Anfeng's daughter-in-law couldn't calm down for a long time after watching what happened just now, she was still in a state of stupefaction.

"Anfeng, let's go too. This Gujiazui seems to have great skills."

"Damn it." An Feng cursed, "It's all fake, he must have played some kind of trick."

"How can you trust him? If he has synaesthesia, wouldn't he be the same as the great witch? How can such a bastard be compared with the great witch!"

Everyone sighed and didn't dare to make a sound.

An Feng broke into the crowd, grabbed Gu Jingzhao, and slammed him against the wall.

"I said you hid the food, now I've caught you, hand it over honestly!"

Jing Zhao calmly patted the dust off his body, and stood in front of An Feng.

"I have no food, everything you see is a gift from the gods."

An Feng stared at him for a moment, snorted, and leaned into Jing Zhao's ear: "You dare to play tricks with me, Gu Jingzhao, you don't want to see if your hair is all right!"

"Come on, take him to the ancestral hall!" An Feng yelled, and people immediately surrounded him and Aning.

Jing Zhao and Aning looked at each other, it's fine, everything is going according to plan.

The two were tied up and taken to the ancestral hall, and the surrounding villagers followed closely after seeing this.

When they arrived at the ancestral hall, An Feng had someone strip Jing Zhao and Aning of their clothes, and there was nothing left on them except a pair of shorts.

The two were also very cooperative when their clothes were stripped, but after the stripping, Jing Zhao glanced to the side and was instantly displeased.His body is two years older than Aning's, but look at Aning's well-developed biceps and abdominal muscles, and he...is not an exaggeration to describe him as skinny!
An Feng gritted his teeth: "I see how you hide this time."

He lifted out a huge grain jar.

"Gu Jingzhao, don't you say that you have been instructed by the heavens to change rice out of thin air? If you can fill this jar, I will believe you. If you can't, then you are pretending to be a god in the name of a god and contradicting the great witch. Burn you to death immediately!"

The more An Feng spoke, the more excited he became, and he almost yelled fiercely at the end.

Gu Jingzhao almost vomited blood looking at the ration jar, such a big jar would take at least two to three hundred catties of grain to fill.If he did, he would be an idiot!
"I can't pretend." Gu Jingzhao said directly.

When An Feng heard his words, he immediately jumped up three feet high: "You admit it now! Someone, drag him out and burn him to death!"

Jing Zhao patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to be calm, "Uncle Feng, don't worry."

"I said it was the grain urn that couldn't be filled, and I didn't say that it couldn't be filled with anything else." He said, and slowly walked back to the big urn, knocked on the wall of the ceramic urn, and two crisp sounds resounded throughout the hall. exceptionally prominent.

"Why?"

"I don't know either." Jing Zhao shrugged, and he pointed to the sky again, "It was the gods who told me that this tank cannot be filled with grain, otherwise, whoever owns the tank will be punished by heaven."

(End of this chapter)