Tianshi travels in the clouds, returns to the mountain and finds that his home has been stolen

Chapter 25
In the gazebo, after seeing off the village chief and the others.

Zhang Pingan looked at the sky again, while Lin Meng looked at Zhang Pingan with a complicated expression.

The gazebo returned to calm again.

Only the barrage caused heated discussions because of the weather.

People combine existing weather conditions with forecasts for the next few days.

The conclusion reached is that there will be no heavy rain in Jiangcheng these two days, and naturally there will be no mudslides.

Half an hour later, a Taoist came to report.

"Tianshi, the supplies have already gone up the mountain, please go and count them."

After hearing what the Taoist said, Zhang Pingan nodded.

"Thanks for your hard work, I'll go there now."

After Zhang Ping'an finished speaking, he walked towards the square in front of the hall.

When Zhang Ping'an and the others arrived, some supplies had already been piled up on the square in front of the hall.

One after another, Taoists and villagers walked into the Taoist temple carrying large boxes of supplies.

"Tianshi, purchased a total of 150 tents, and enough food for thousands of people for two days."

Hong Tao, a Taoist who specializes in logistics, stepped forward to report.

When reporting, Hong Tao subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead, and it was obvious that he was quite tired.

[Buying so many things at once, does the little celestial master really think that the mountain torrent is about to erupt? 】

[I see, the little celestial master is still a child at heart, and he starts messing around when he has money. 】

[If you really want to be free and have nothing to do, you can torment yourself, why bother others. 】

[I really can't stand it any longer, look at those priests, all of whom are so exhausted that they can't straighten up. 】

[That's right, it's the Taoist priests in Guannei who suffer from being self-willed, thanks to them still respecting him so much. 】

In the barrage, people have already started to blame Zhang Ping'an.

In their view, what Zhang Pingan did this time was indeed a little too much.

On the square in front of the hall, Zhang Pingan nodded after listening to Hong Tao's report.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone, take a good rest, and then go down the mountain to help the villagers transfer after you have rested."

Hearing Zhang Ping'an's words, Hong Tao showed a simple and honest smile on his face.

"Tianshi, we are not working hard."

"Yes, we are not tired, we will go down the mountain to help the villagers transfer!"

More than a dozen Taoists echoed Hong Tao's words.

In the end, dozens of Taoists and those villagers walked down the mountain with almost no rest.

[I'm stupid, I'm so tired, why don't you let me take a rest? 】

[Goddess Lin, don't you care about this matter? This is too much! 】

In the barrage, the comments became more and more violent. They really didn't understand Zhang Pingan's approach.

Lin Meng's face was also very tangled at this time, and she actually didn't agree with Zhang Pingan's approach.

But she is an outsider after all, so she really shouldn't try to persuade her.

[Don't get too excited, these people won't be tired when they go down the mountain. 】

[It’s okay for Taoists to accompany their celestial masters to make trouble, do you think the villagers at the foot of the mountain will really move? 】

[Yes, yes, how could it be possible for so many people in a village to go up the mountain when the upper lip touches the lower lip. 】

[I see, buying so many things must be a waste of money. 】

[Everyone in Ren Village has planted land and raised livestock, and they have to take care of them every day, so how could they give up those troubles with him. 】

Zhang Pingan didn't know that during the live broadcast, people's resentment towards him was growing.

Most of the Taoists in the temple were sent down the mountain by him, only a few elderly Taoists remained.

At this time, Zhang Pingan led the Taoists and began to count and distribute supplies.

Take food to the Zhaitang, and temporarily put other things in the main hall.

Lin Meng watched Zhang Ping'an's thin and small body keep moving things.

I still couldn't bear it, so I took off my high heels and stepped forward to help.

Not long after, more than a dozen villagers walked into the Taoist temple with large and small packages in their hands.

After temporarily putting the luggage into the main hall, the villagers also began to help count and carry the supplies.

[I'm going, do any villagers really believe what the little celestial master said? 】

【Hey, how foolish do you have to be to believe such groundless words? 】

The audience in the live broadcast room were very puzzled by this.

But under the camera, more and more villagers entered the Taoist temple with their luggage.

Some people who were elderly and with limited legs and feet were even carried into the Taoist temple.

[I'm really speechless, everyone is so tormented. 】

【It's completely incomprehensible. Why are so many people willing to believe a child's casual words? 】

[Anyway, this time the little celestial master is playing big, and the weather is still so clear, there is no sign of a flash flood at all. 】

[It is strongly recommended that the program group withhold the remuneration originally intended for the Taoist temple, and then compensate the villagers for their losses. 】

In the barrage, people's emotions have changed from incomprehension at the beginning to excitement.

Daxia people have a certain obsession with their homeland.

But now Zhang Ping'an's behavior is to make the whole village give up their homes.

Even if nothing happens for two days, if they go down the mountain and return to the mountain separately, it will cause a lot of loss.

With all kinds of tossing, the time is getting later and later.

The sun has already set, only Fangshan Temple is still brightly lit and full of voices.

"Little fairy!"

Zhang Pingan, who was assisting in the distribution of supplies, looked up at Wang Shoucheng who was approaching.

"Little God, there are 820 households in Litai Village, a total of [-] people have all moved up the mountain."

Zhang Shoucheng's tone was a little tired, obviously he had been tossed enough for half a day.

"Okay! Old village chief, I still need your help to organize the move-in."

"We have limited housing, and the old and the weak, women and children can arrange to live in the Taoist hall and living room at leisure."

"For the rest, we can only feel wronged and make a bed on the floor in the main hall."

"The young and strong, as well as the Taoists in Guanyin, can only live in tents in the square."

After listening to Zhang Ping'an's order, the square began to get busy again.

Under the organization and coordination of the village chief Wang Shouren and several Taoists, the villagers began to move in.

[Speechless, is the whole village just messing around with a child like this? 】

【What I admire the most is that all these people seem to be enjoying themselves. 】

【What drug did this kid give these people to make them trust him without hesitation? 】

Looking at the busy and noisy people, Lin Meng also felt a little uncomfortable.

Because of this incident, the show became more popular, but she would rather not have such a high popularity.

These simple villagers were really tossed too hard.

"got windy!"

An exclamation sounded, which attracted the attention of many people.

Cameraman Liu Yue was also attracted by the sound and pointed the camera in that direction.

I saw a tent that had just been propped up, swaying from side to side by the wind.

In the sky, a flash of lightning flashed across.

This scene happened to be captured by the camera and presented in the live broadcast.

[Fuck!Will there really be a flash flood? 】

(End of this chapter)