The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

  Chapter 137 Desperate Bets

  Yang Kaiguang shrank into a ball in the jail car, his originally fattened body had lost a lot of weight.

  At this moment, he really regretted it.

  He studied hard for more than forty years and worked hard to get into Juren at the age of fifty.

He is very old and he doesn't know how many years he can live. It is impossible to climb up again. Therefore, his initial plan is to be a small county magistrate with peace of mind. The conscience of heaven and earth.

  I don’t know what’s going on, so he got to where he is today step by step.

  Now he has no reputation, no official position, and soon his life will be lost.

  ……

  After Yang Kaiguang was beheaded to show the public, the people cheered for joy, and some even set off firecrackers in the street to celebrate.

   There was a crackling noise, which is really more lively than the New Year.

  Since all the officials in the local county government were killed and clean, in order to maintain the normal operation of the county government, Prince Shaofu and Prince Shaobao had to go up temporarily.

  Luo Qinghan wrote to the prince's grandmaster, asking him to take a trip to the criminal department and the official department, and send a few reliable officials to Gangu County to take over as soon as possible.

  The palace was always empty after it was built. Luo Qinghan felt that it was a waste of the place to be empty.

  The palace became a temporary refugee settlement.

  There is a porridge shed outside the palace, and rice porridge is distributed regularly every day.

There is a mountain of grain in the county government warehouse. All of this grain is deducted from taxes by Yang Kaiguang. He guards such a large amount of grain, so he doesn’t have to worry about being hungry. What it feels like.

  So much food, enough for the people in the city to eat for more than a month.

  After the victims were settled, the prince began to prepare for the rain.

  Xiao Xixi gently knocked the boiled egg and said while peeling the shell.

   "Are you asking me what I need to prepare for the rain-seeking ceremony? In fact, only those few, such as chicken, duck and fish meat, melon and fruit snacks, and scented candle paper money."

   Luo Qinghan frowned: "Is it all you need to do?"

  Xiao Xixi took a bite of the egg and said vaguely: "The rain-seeking ceremony mainly depends on the heart. As long as the heart is satisfied, everything else is easy to say."

  Luo Qinghan is dubious: "If it's as simple as you said, wouldn't everyone beg for rain?"

  “That’s not going to work. You are different from ordinary people. You are the son of the emperor in the future. What is the son of the emperor? It is the son of God. My son has come to the door with gifts. Can you not agree to be a father?"

   "...Why do you always have so many misconceptions?"

  "You don’t care if it’s wrong, as long as things can be done."

  Luo Qinghan looked at her for a moment, and said solemnly.

   "Guo is desperate to believe in you this time. If you can't ask for rain, you and Gu will both be unlucky."

  Xiao Xixi swallowed the egg in her mouth, and comforted: "Don't worry, if you really can't hang on, I can still go back to Xuanmen to eat the old. Then I will take you back. Let's eat the old together."

  Luo Qinghan: "..."

  Not only do you have to nibble yourself, you also have to take your man to nibble together.

  You are so promising, does your master know?

  Xiao Xixi: "By the way, you have to recite a sacrificial text at that time."

  She found paper and pen, and wrote a piece of sacrificial text.

  Luo Qinghan took a look at the sacrificial text and found that she wrote all the texts in vernacular, and the content was also very simple, that is, to express the serious consequences of the drought, and finally beg God's father to rain and save the poor child!

  (End of this chapter)