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

Yang Kaiguang shrinks into a ball in the prison car. His fat body has lost a big circle.

At this moment, he really regretted it.

He studied hard in the cold window for more than 40 years and worked hard before he was admitted to the National College at the age of 50.

He is an old man and doesn't know how many years he can live. It's impossible to climb up again, so his initial plan is to be a small county magistrate. Even if he can't be famous for thousands of years, he can at least stand the conscience of heaven and earth.

I don't know what's going on, so he came to this situation step by step.

Now he has lost his reputation, his official position and soon his life.

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

The crackling sound is really more lively than the new year.

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

Luo QingHan wrote a letter to the crown prince and master, asked him to go to the Ministry of punishment and the Ministry of officials, and sent some reliable officials to Gangu County to take over as soon as possible.

After the palace was built, it was always empty. Luo QingHan felt that the place was also a waste, so he asked people to open the city gate, let the victims outside the city in, and let them live in the palace.

The palace became a temporary refugee settlement.

There is a porridge shed outside the palace. Rice porridge is distributed regularly every day.

There are mountains of grain in the county government warehouse. All these grains are deducted from taxes by Yang Kaiguang. He keeps so much grain and doesn't have to worry about starvation. Naturally, he won't understand the feeling of those victims outside who are hungry to death.

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

After settling in the victims, the prince began to prepare for the rain.

Xiao Xixi knocked the boiled egg gently, peeled off the eggshell and said.

"You asked me what needs to be prepared for the rain praying ceremony? In fact, it's just like that, chicken, duck, fish, melon and fruit snacks, incense and paper money."

Luo QingHan frowned: "is it all you need?"

Xiao Xixi bit down an egg and said vaguely, "the rain praying ceremony mainly depends on the mind. As long as the mind arrives, it's easy to say anything else."

Luo QingHan was skeptical: "if it's as simple as you said, can't everyone ask for rain?"

"Of course not. You are different from ordinary people. You are the son of heaven in the future. What is the son of heaven? It's the son of God. All his sons come to the door with gifts. Can the father agree?"

"... why do you always have so many fallacies?"

"You don't care whether it's unreasonable or not, as long as things can be done and achieved."

Luo QingHan looked at her for a moment and said seriously.

"Gu is desperate this time. I believe you. If you don't ask for rain, you and Gu will have bad luck."

Xiao Xixi swallowed the egg in his mouth and comforted: "don't worry. If I can't get along, I can go back to the Xuanmen to eat the old. I'll take you back and let's eat the old together."

Luo QingHan: "

You not only want to gnaw old by yourself, but also take your man with you.

You are so promising. Does your master know?

Xiao Cuixi: "by the way, you have to read a sacrifice at that time."

She found a pen and paper and wrote a sacrifice full of paper.

Luo QingHan took the memorial and found that she wrote all in vernacular, and the content was very simple. She expressed the serious consequences of the drought once again. Finally, she begged God's father to rain and save the poor child!