"Is this play good?"
Just when Qiu Ping and Shrew were looking at it seriously, a somewhat familiar voice sounded behind them.
The little shrew was startled and jumped forward to escape, but Qiu Ping stretched out its fins to catch it and held it in his hand.
"Lord City God!"
Qiu Ping looked at the person coming, and a sweet smile appeared on Xiao Hei's face.
However, when he looked at Cheng Huang, his calm eyes were so penetrating.
"It turns out to be Lord Cheng Huang. I thought the monk was coming to beat us." Only then did the shrew see clearly the identity of the person coming, and his heart suddenly relaxed.
It turns out he's one of our own, so that's okay.
"Little mouse, you go back first." The city god glanced at the shrew and said softly.
"Lord City God, I am not a mouse, I am a shrew. My name is Qu Jingjing. This name..." The shrew hated being called a mouse in front of others and was about to correct the mistake of the City God.
But he found that Cheng Huang's eyes narrowed slightly. Without saying a word, he turned around and jumped into the space and disappeared.
Qiu Ping tiptoed, preparing to run away. As soon as he took two steps, he was restrained by an invisible force.
His entire body was suspended in mid-air, and no matter how hard his fins struggled, it was of no avail.
"Brother, I'll see you for a show next time. I have something else to do today..."
The little shrew's voice gradually faded away, leaving only Qiu Ping staring at the city god.
"Lord City God, I remembered that He Bo wanted to talk to me about official matters. I have to take the first step." Qiu Ping looked at the City God who was as calm as a cold pool and felt inexplicably weak in his heart.
"Then the matter of the Locust God going to plunder food must have something to do with you." The City God looked at Qiu Ping, his eyes and his whole person were unpredictable.
"This matter has nothing to do with me. It's the locust who has evil intentions. I didn't instigate him at all. I can swear to God!" Qiu Ping quickly cleared up the relationship.
Besides, he did not instigate or instigate.
"Whether you are a god or a worker, you must be calm and do not worry about temporary gains and losses. The way of God is long-term, and everything should be considered as a long-term plan. Otherwise, good intentions will end up as bad things." The city god didn't say anything more, just took a picture. He patted Qiu Ping on the head and said something he couldn't quite understand.
Qiu Ping didn't dare to move at all. His head sank a little bit with the clapping of Cheng Huang's palm, just like a naughty student in school being caught by the dean.
"Okay, let's go play."
The city god waved his hand, and Qiu Ping, as if he had been granted amnesty, plunged into the stream beside him and swam away quickly.
"well."
Seeing the God of Plague in the sky confronting the monks in the temple, the City God sighed slightly, but immediately his whole body was connected to the hundreds of miles of Changning County, and the huge pressure from everywhere came down, and the God of Plague was suppressed. Separated from the temple on both sides.
The two sides were fighting on his territory, and it was really unreasonable for him not to mediate.
…
Qiu Ping swam all the way back to the ancient well along the underground river, feeling secretly grateful that he had escaped unscathed.
After all, it was because of his words that the big locust plundered the food, and the series of events that followed happened.
He really lacked confidence in front of the City God.
Of course, Little Loach absolutely refused to admit that he had borrowed a knife to kill someone.
Just after returning to the village, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Yesterday's police officers had obviously collected the food, but today they led a group of people to the village, and they even had a tense confrontation with the villagers.
Listening to the quarrel between the villagers and the police, Qiu Ping understood what was going on.
It turned out that part of the food yesterday was eaten by locusts, and part of it was accidentally burned by the torch used to drive away the locusts. Coupled with the inexplicable losses along the way, when it was finally transported to the city, less than 30% was left.
There is not enough food, what should we do?
The county magistrate paid for the stickers himself? Are the food delivery men trying to make up for it? Or go to the big locust to claim compensation?
Of course these are impossible.
But they had a better, cleverer, simpler way.
It would be nice if the people in Huang'ao Village could provide more food, and naturally everyone would be happy. The county magistrate can report to his superiors, and the messenger will be exempted from punishment.
As for these mud-legged people, what should they do if they don’t have enough to eat? That's not something they have to consider.
If the people suffer a little longer, won't they have food again when the rice harvest is harvested in autumn?
Just endure it and it will pass quickly.
"Alas." On the threshing floor, the landowner looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, his face wrinkled.
This year was supposed to be a good harvest, an unprecedented bumper harvest. But in the end, people may starve to death. This is no longer funny, it is absurd.
Most of the people in Huang'ao Village were his descendants, and he was feeling very worried.
Qiu Ping looked at all this, but his whole body was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.
"How can this make sense? How could this happen?"
His throat was a little dry, and it felt like there was a fire burning in his chest, but he was holding in a breath and didn't know how to vent it.
The Earth God looked at Qiu Ping and then turned away.
"Many things in this world don't make sense. It's like wolves eating sheep and sheep eating grass. Whoever is weak should be eaten."
Hearing this, Qiu Ping's heart suddenly let out a sigh of relief.
His eyes were a little dazed.
"It's all my fault, if I hadn't said that, none of this would have happened."
When the city god asked him about his crime, Qiu Ping looked like he had a clear conscience, but now his heart was as sharp as a knife and he fell into infinite self-blame.
He finally understood the meaning of Cheng Huang's words.
It was precisely because of his temporary anger that he caused so much trouble to the people of Huang'ao Village.
He can put all the blame on others, but he can't deceive himself.
"I'm so stupid, really." Qiu Ping suddenly felt that everything was boring, and his little cleverness could not be more stupid.
He could always only see what was in front of him. He was just a lowly, short-sighted, smelly loach. Even when he looked up outside the well, he could only see a small patch of sky.
Qiu Ping was dejected and did not return to the ancient well. Instead, he plunged into the small ditch next to it.
He swam aimlessly, his heart filled with frustration.
Qiu Ping raised his belly and looked up at the sky. The summer sun shone warmly on the water and also on his belly.
No matter how warm the sun is, it can't make him happy.
"Well, maybe I'm not suitable to be a god at all." Qiu Ping let out a long sigh, and when he was about to change his posture, he found a shadow blocking his sunlight.
"Little loach, why are you unhappy?"
Qiu Ping turned around, only to see a handsome man in green clothes standing behind him.
But it was... Shen Changyang!
(End of chapter)
