This is a village with more than 300 households. It is not small and is exactly the same as the number of fields around it.

But the fields outside are dry and wheat is withering, but these farmers are praying for rain...

Zhao Xu felt sad in his heart, thinking that these people were too foolish.

But Zhao Hao was different. He looked at the smoke and the statues behind the smoke in awe and said, "Brother, what kind of god is that?"

Zhao Xu suddenly remembered what Chen An said, saying that the Han people have never been dedicated to their beliefs. Today they believe in this and tomorrow they believe in that. What's more, they worship when they see the gods, regardless of the conflicts between them.

But these villagers were very pious. Some didn't know how long they had kneeled. When they got up, they staggered and then fell down.

The god turned around slowly, stared at Zhao Xu with a dull look, and shouted, "Who are you?"

He was like a god, gradually regaining his dignity and his eyes became more active.

And the villagers who were slowly forcing him were like his commanders, all of whom were furious, with a ferocious look, as if they were demons.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Xu approached one step and said, "That's fake, the so-called rain prayer is fake!"

"The blasphemer will be crushed to pieces!"

The god picked up a bowl and drank it all in one go.

The villagers began to curse, Zhao Xu's guards shouted loudly, and the two sides began to confront each other.

"Brother, this is a god!" Zhao Hao was a little timid. He looked at the gods calmly, feeling that the wooden carving eyes seemed to have magic power, making him want to fall into it.

"If the gods exist, they will not sit idly by and watch the people suffer disaster. If the gods know, why not bring down the rain?"

Zhao Hao was surprised. Some of the villagers picked up stones and threw them over, smashed them in front of them and rolled them a few times.

"This is a deception. If the gods are there, they should protect one side, instead of waiting for incense to burn incense and pray... How long have you been waiting for praying? The crops in the ground are abandoned, where are the gods? Where are the gods?"

Zhao Xu slowly approached, and the guards protected him.

The villagers had fierce eyes, and Zhao Hao was sure that they really dared to kill people. "Brother, what should I do? Be reasonable? Why don't you reason with them."

The god man shouted: "This is a blasphemer, drive him away, otherwise the gods will be furious and bring more disasters."

Zhao Xu looked up at him and said angrily: "Take him down!"

This is his response!

To reason... these villagers were all confused by the genius. To reason was to seek death and would be driven out by the villagers with hoes.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do?"

"Get out of here, this is our place!"

"Come on! Kill them away!"

The villagers roared.

Zhao Xu raised his hand and said, "draw his sword to warn!"

Knock!

The sound of the long knife being unsheathed suddenly appeared, and the scene became quiet.

"You...who are you?"

An old man walked out, he looked at the long swords and said with difficulty: "Dare you ask which noble man is it? The villain Wang Dong..."

The fierceness in the eyes of the villagers dissipated, and they looked a little timid and cowardly.

"You're waiting to stay here."

Zhao Xu was alone, and Zhao Hao was a little worried, so he followed him.

Wang Dong bowed and opened his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth, the divine man shouted: "They are liars! Kill them away, don't be afraid of any swords. The gods are here, and you will do everything."

Zhao Xu pointed at him and said to Wang Dong: "I am Zhao Xu."

"Who is Zhao Xu?"

Wang Dong looked confused, and the common people knew the name of the noble man. Take the current official family as an example. Everyone knew that his surname was Zhao, and his name was Zhao Guan Family. As for what Zhao, no one knew, and no interest in knowing it.

This is how the people at this time lived in villages for generations and continued to farm. They were curious about the outside world, but they could not explore more places.

One is money. These days, they don’t have money to go out like beggars. During the reign of Emperor Renzong, some of the foreign candidates who came to Beijing to take the imperial examination were beaten, and some of them could only beg and return home after the palace examination was defeated. Later, it also triggered a new rule that the candidates would not be demoted in the palace examination.

The second is the atmosphere. In this atmosphere, most people follow the crowd. When they are busy every day, they will take a break from going out to play when they see their parents, wife and children.

So Zhao Xu reported to his family, and Wang Dong looked confused.

Zhao Xu covered his forehead, and a guard came from behind and shouted, "This is the prince."

"What is the prince... doing..."

Plop!

Before he finished speaking, Wang Dong knelt down.

"I've seen the king."

He has lived for decades, so of course he knows what the prince does.

The villagers were also panicked and knelt down one after another.

"The villain has seen the king."

"I've seen the king."

Hundreds of people knelt down, but Zhao Xu was not proud. The gods over there were fleeing for fate, and the two guards slowly chased after him on horseback.

“All up.”

The people stood up sparsely, and Zhao Xu asked, "Why don't you go to divert water to resist drought?"

"It's too far." Wang Dong said helplessly: "The river here is dry and there is nothing we can do."

"Where is the Bian River?"

This is three miles away from a section of the Bian River.

Wang Dong said in surprise: "King, it's so far away. All the people in our village can't dig the canal."

The ditches that are more than three miles long are indeed a bit embarrassing. With the brain-like efficiency of this era, after the canal is dug, most of the wheat in the field will be ruined.

"There are also a lot of things to pass through the fields of those villages in the middle. It is difficult to leave, so you have to pay for it if you leave."

If someone else's field is destroyed while digging the canal, it is not just a matter of losing money.

"Brother, just pay for it, you're not short of money."

What Zhao Hao envies most is Shen An, thinking that Shen An’s way of attacking his opponent is too manly.

——Spending money! You don’t agree? I will use the money to kill you!

But he didn't see Shen An's private methods, otherwise his views would have been subverted.

Zhao Xu whispered: "You can fight..."

When Wang Dong heard this, he said excitedly: "The king understands people, he knows how to fight. The villain was worried that he would scare the king, so he didn't say anything. No one would be willing to give in to those places. He must have to fight, and it would be useless to win. Those people will block your canal at night."

Grab water, block water... These civil wars lasted for thousands of years, and until later modern times, large-scale armed fights broke out in the two villages to grab water were still common.

Moreover, this kind of war is carried out at the level of the village, and it is carried out by military law. Everyone will fight, but they will be disabled. They will be kept in the village, so go boldly.

"So troublesome?"

Zhao Hao had basically never seen any world, and his naiveness made Zhao Xu feel confused.

This younger brother is so stupid. If he doesn't teach him well, he will become a rice worm in the future.

The sage man was dragged over by someone, and he knelt on the ground honestly, trembling all over.

"Tell me."

Zhao Xu was thinking about how to do this, and his thinking gradually spread.

"That's the true God."

No matter how you ask, the gods say this.

The villagers had more sympathy in their eyes, and there were still people who were angry, but they were frightened by the guards holding long swords, so they did not dare to rise up.

The guards were very nervous and their eyes were on the verge of patrol.

Zhao Xu said helplessly: "Do you still remember those witches?"

Well!

Someone in the guard suddenly remembered something, "Is it the time when the Marquis of Guixin? Yes, that Marquis of Guixin defeated the witches and mortals in the Kaifeng Prefecture Office..."

"The pill was also exposed by the Congxinhou."

The battle was very fierce. Chen An tried his best. All the witches used their own skills to attack him. But in the end, Chen An was safe and sound, but the witches foamed at the mouth.

"The Marquis of Guixin is in the city."

Zhao Xu felt that this knowledge should be widely promoted, especially in these rural areas, so that the people should know that the most reliable one is their own hands.
To be continued...