The next day, in the southwest of Donglai Prefecture, flags were waving and swords and guns were everywhere; tens of thousands of armoured troops, various vassal soldiers, and the local scholars and people who had been suffering from the rebellious actions of the Fusang invaders for a long time, spontaneously gathered to help the war, and gathered into a colorful ocean.

And at the center of this vast "ocean", there is a seven-story platform built overnight; and above this platform, it has been replaced by a long black and golden sacrificial garment, and it is also climbing up the steps surrounded by many important civil and military officials and colorful witches.

With the raging fire lit up in the huge cauldron and the many offerings and offerings that were burned into it, the blue smoke that popped up during the burning rolled out; the colorful witches who came from the vassal families, ministers and officials also began to wave their long sleeves and sang and dance on the spot.

The rhythm of their dance was another time-space version of the internet celebrity song "Compendium of Materia Medica" played by various bells and tripods and silk and bamboo instruments. Therefore, seeing such a group of young and beautiful women who specially selected them to perform hard on the platform.

However, there was a solemn and solemn atmosphere in the audience; it immediately formed a huge contrast that made people instigate. Therefore, just half an hour later, the Taiwan troops in the audience were still in good condition, and the vassal soldiers and the soldiers began to feel a little disturbance.

However, when he saw the little round face bowing his head again and suddenly stood up, and pointed it into the sky with a casual wave; it also attracted and diverted the attention of most people; then someone exclaimed faintly, because a black dot appeared above the platform.

Then, amid a burst of explosions and an uproar, the black dots that appeared out of thin air also expanded rapidly, and eventually turned into a dark, deep and endless ring-shaped hole. It also absorbed the surrounding light like a solar eclipse, making the entire sky darker.

At this time, the colorful witches in the singing, dancing and ceremonies, as well as the civil and military subordinates who were left at the lower level, were already in fear or devout, and knelt on the stage one after another. Then the small round face on the platform tried its best to get up and shout an unknown syllable.

A golden reflection suddenly appeared in the deep circular hole; it was like a sun wheel near Chi appeared in the dim sky. Then it turned into a huge golden light waterfall that was covered with overwhelming tilts down, and flowed down three thousand feet.

But when the edges of these golden light waterfalls were scattered with the wind and spread to the military formations far and near, the crowd made them scream again and excited and boiled on the spot. Because the remaining light that fluttered over their heads and bodies in the wind was the yellow wheat beans.

In the blink of an eye, like rolling golden light and the sky river hanging upside down, wheat beans and other grains falling from the sky; they were deliberately left in front of the platform, and quickly piled up in the bamboo and wood cloth barrier fence, becoming a small hill that is constantly growing up under the attention of everyone...

At this moment, no matter the Taiwanese soldiers wearing helmets and armor, the vassal soldiers with different colors on the periphery, or the common people in brown clothes, they couldn't help but kneel down on the ground humbly and devoutly; they were either shouting slogans in a fanatical or excited manner, or even proclaiming various prayers.

In fact, this scene can also be seen from afar, including spies and spies from the Fusang princes/family troops trapped in the local area. They also shocked this miracle to make them so shocked that they could not bear to themselves. Some people were even shocked to fall from the top of the climbing treetops.

Next, a group of prisoners from the rebellious vassals and Fusang Army were escorted up; in a cheerful and ecstatic atmosphere, they were beheaded and blood sacrificed on the spot; it seemed much calm and unpredictable. Only the silky energy emitted when some of them died.

However, the invisible entry "the thing that is passed down" that emerged from the small round face was gathered and absorbed. However, it was transformed into a short-term energy requirement for expansion and maintenance of this "space-time hole" mode. Therefore, this air-to-air transmission lasted for only half an hour.

When the huge mountain buns surrounded by wheat beans and grains, and the morale and confidence were like rainbows and the army of Xingtai launched a general attack and a decisive battle towards the last place where Donglai Prefecture was occupied. In another time and space, Jiang Ting had already ended such a disguised live broadcast event.

And the huge warehouse dozens of feet in front of him had become empty; only a few small piles of fish that were missing from the net. Just as he was alone just now, he could only transmit about 2,000 cubic cubic dried wheat beans, with a mass of about 1,900 tons.

Among the weights and measures of this era, one stone is equivalent to about 60 kilograms of later generations. The successful transmission was about 30,000 to 40,000 stones; and it was a harvest of previous years that was roughly processed and dried for easy storage; it could almost alleviate the temporary difficulties in the current situation.

In fact, since the main task called "The Eulogy" was completed, without more mission scenarios, the free energy provided by Jiang Ting, the energy consumption cost of physically coming has become unacceptable. So he simply retreated completely and refused to show off his saints.

In this way, all the glory and glory in the future will be attributed to the small round face itself. And I will return to my original role and act as the mysterious existence that hides the luck of the office behind it. I believe that after this incident, no one dared to challenge the authority of the office for a long time.

As for the corresponding blood sacrifice ritual, it is just another attempt to connect time and space. After all, in this era when most people are relatively ignorant, the benefits of coming for no reason will only raise a group of ungrateful wolves who are used to; or make people suspicious and uneasy.

However, only by making arduous efforts or corresponding heavy costs in exchange can the gifts and blessings be obtained; only by giving people extra care and peace of mind can they cherish and accept them. This has nothing to do with moral good or bad, but by the instinct of seeking profit and avoiding harm.

When Jiang Ting walked out of this warehouse, a custodian came out quietly and said with a smile: "The nobles are still a little anxious now. Otherwise, let alone the ready-made ones in front of them, even if they are transferred to the accumulation of a few more farms, it will be just a matter of time."

"But I still have a hard time." Jiang Ting couldn't help but smile and said, "But these are enough now." "The noble official is out of here, this is a small task for the villain, and it is the order of the master." The official waved his hand quickly and said, "What's more, the noble official is still giving the money."

By the way, for this temporary help, Jiang Ting directly looked for his sister; told her that she needed a lot of food and tried to hold a private ritual; so after some operation, one of the other warehouses belonging to the vassal treasury was delivered to Jiang Ting.

Of course, after all, the accumulation of a century of situations has been preserved. In the national reserve system formed by many Taicang, Changping, Transfer, Gongshu, Military, Yi, and Guanghui warehouses in Gyeonggi Province; the little beans and wheat used to borrow the vassal warehouses for the princes is simply a drop in the bucket;

Despite this, Jiang Teng still took the initiative to pay a price of 2,500 yuan; it was probably similar to Dougu 15 cents, slightly lower than the market's grain price. It is mainly because Chengdu has been very good in the past two years, and there are cheap rice from Piaoguo, Annan, Zhenla and other places that are constantly imported from overseas.

Therefore, rice with better taste and easier processing and cooking is flooded and impacted; the traditional wheat beans grown in the north cannot be sold at a higher price; but can only be used as a guaranteed storage target such as the national permanent warehouse and Guanghui warehouse. It is usually used to process portable rations.

Unfortunately, portable rations with smaller and stronger size, more comprehensive calorie and nutrition, and even one of the special products regulated by the imperial court. Although it is sold on the market, it is not so easy to source larger batches. Jiang Tian can only choose to buy wheat beans in the second best way.

However, since this attempt was successful, there might be opportunities to continue to be air-dropped and communicate in the future, so naturally there is a possibility of dealing with it. Then, Jiang Ting switched the connection point in his field of vision to the third scene, and he suddenly felt bad.

Because he was wearing a strange outfit full of interest, Jiashanjun, who showed off all the things that should be exposed or not; he was torturing a woman tied up in the air with a frosty face, and with the sound of whipping and thrusting, he let out a burst of whipping and moans...

However, not long after, the head of the custody warehouse appeared in the Pei Mansion of Daozhengfang. He respectfully said to the vassal secretary Pei Wuben: "My uncle, I have confirmed with my own eyes that the tens of thousands of stone bean valleys in the thirteenth warehouse of Bingzi were quietly empty in just half an hour."

"Then you know what to do, do you?" Pei Wuben nodded slightly and said:

"The villain should save himself," said the head of the head with a firm and enlightenment: "All the relationships are naturally the villain, and they will never involve the noble official."

"It's not like this." Pei Wuben laughed when he heard this: "I heard that the Maritime Warehouse Department of Liji Prefecture has just been missing from a chief clerk. If you write a self-recommendation, you can go back to Beijing to cultivate after a term."

"Little man...Little man, thank you for your kindness." The head of the court thanked him happily and said: After the head of the court could not wait to thank him again, the white-haired head of the Pei family came out behind the scenes, and saw Pei Wuben sighing, "What a pity."

"My son, what's the pity?" The head of the Pei family smiled and said:

"Sir, I just think that this person who has the courage to sweep the battle formation and has such unpredictable means of transporting ghosts and gods is probably not the right choice of generals." Pei Wuben "If it were twenty or thirty years in the morning, or the situation of a generation, he would probably not be a generation of storms who could dominate the world."

"You are wrong!" However, the head of the Pei family shook his head and said, "He is not the wrong choice for birth, but rather a person born in the future. Whether it is a peaceful year or a possible chaotic world, he has his own reason to come into being."

"You should be even more grateful because of Ajiu's opportunity and Hui Niang's unique vision; he can stand with me, Pei, so what a blessing!"

At this time, the door outside was gently knocked again; and the familiar old servant walked in and reported softly: "The head of the family, the grand minister, there was news from the palace that it was said that it was from the palace of Prince Jiang who suddenly went to the imperial city to appreciate the temple."
Chapter completed!