I have a volume of human scriptures

Chapter 245 Three years of drought, where does the rain come from?

These awkward words... what do you say?

It’s hard for Stone to remember.

Yu Chen felt confused after hearing this.

However, the old Wen Sheng who happened to come out of the underworld noticed this sentence, frowned, and asked Shi Shi: "The person whose head was beheaded, does he look young, thin, and have three moles on his forehead?"

Shitou thought about it and nodded sharply, "You guessed it right!"

After listening, the old man of Literary Saint let out a long sigh.

Yu Chen was so curious, so he asked him.

The old man Wensheng didn't keep it secret, so he told what happened a year ago.

It is said that a year ago in Youhe County, there was a Master Shuntian who claimed to have the destiny to assassinate the emperor.

In the end, not only did the emperor not kill them, but he also took all of them in. A dozen of them died on the spot, and the rest were all executed by Ling Chi. The execution was carried out by the most experienced executioners in the capital. Six hundred and six hundred knives before he swallowed his breath.

And such a felony, which is comparable to treason, is naturally not that simple.

Not only those rebels were imprisoned by the nine clans, but even Zheng Shuxuan, the magistrate of Zhiyouhe County, and a group of officials were dismissed and thrown into prison.It is said that they will wait until the one-year period of the day of rebellion arrives, and they will beheaded to sacrifice to heaven.

The old man Wensheng counted the days, it seems that a year ago today was when the horrific assassination incident happened.

"That Zheng Shuxie is not an ordinary person. He practiced one way of writing. He once studied in Jixia Academy and stood out from the crowd. The old man has a good impression of him-a good young man who is devoted to serving the country, and he is upright, but he didn't expect to encounter such a disaster. It's a pity, it's a pity. ah!"

Although everyone knows that Master Shuntian's assassination of the emperor has nothing to do with Youzhou County Magistrate Zheng Shuyi.

However, Grandmaster Shuntian is from Youhe County, and he made his fortune in Youhe County.

As the magistrate of Youhe County, Zheng Shuzhen was not strict in governing the people, so he could not escape the blame.

If it's an ordinary thing, then the whole dismissal is fine.

But what Master Shuntian committed was the most intolerable heinous crime in this feudal dynasty!
——Assassination of the emperor!

This serious crime that even the eighteenth generation of ancestors can be dug out and repeatedly flogged corpses, Zheng Shuzhen, the magistrate of Youhe County, suffered a completely unreasonable disaster.

Then, from the old man Wen Sheng's words, Yu Chen also learned one more thing.

It's Youhe County.

Because of the traitors who assassinated the emperor, the city god of Youhe County received an order not to allow a single drop of rain for three years.

as punishment.

As for the so-called underground city god, Yu Chen also knew about it.

Zhantiansi in the capital is very large in scale.

In addition to those countless human spirit refiners, there are also some mountain spirits who have been canonized.

——Most of these spirits are the mountain god Shui Bo, or the "gods" born in the earth temple who were enshrined in long incense sticks.

Although in a true sense, they also belong to the realm of nature and monsters.

But most of these spirits don't have much intention of harming others, instead they carry the luck and general trend of a place.

Naturally, it was impossible for the imperial court to kill them all with one sword, so the term "canonization" came into being.

Let those mountain spirits survive under the management of the imperial court, known as "the city god of the earth".

Among them, the most well-known ones, besides the land gods of various places, probably belong to the rumored "Bo Feng", "Master of Rain", "Gong of Thunder", and "Mother of Lightning".

And the "Rain Master" doesn't just refer to a certain existence, but a general term for spirits and monsters in charge of rain and sunshine in a region.

So the imperial court issued an order, and Master Youhe Yu did not dare to disobey.

There has been no rain in Youhe County for a year.

Hearing this, Yu Chen raised a question mark and frowned.

"Is something wrong?"

You said that in this feudal era when the emperor was respected, it is understandable that people like assassinating the emperor would implicate the whole family.

But isn't it too much to make tens of millions of people in a county suffer?
——No rain for three years.

This is a fatal blow to Yu Chen's developed civilization in his previous life.

Not to mention the crop people in Youhe County who face the loess and back to the sky.

After these three years, there will still be [-]% of the people in Youhe County, which is considered good.

It is true that Yu Chen can understand the imperial court's thinking, which is to do the ultimate killing of chickens and monkeys, so that in the future, anyone who has the intention of rebellion has to think about whether the consequences are something they can afford.

But he couldn't agree.

What is the crime of the people of Youhe County?

To put it bluntly, he was just born in Youhe County.

Who can control this thing?
After saying a few words, the old man Wensheng shook his head again and again, not only lamenting the death of Zheng Shuyi, the magistrate of Youhe County, but also lamenting the suffering of the people of Youhe, sighing, and went back to the underworld.

Leave Yu Chen and Shi Shi behind.

The former thought for a while, as if he had made some decision, and suddenly said: "Stone, accompany me to the rain these two days."

Shitou didn't even think about it, he grinned and nodded: "Okay! Shitou will go with you!"

Coincidentally at this moment, Yu Youyu, who had gone somewhere before, also came back. She only heard the second half of the sentence, and her eyes lit up immediately, "Where are you going? I'm going too!"

Stone glared immediately.

Two guys, big eyes and small eyes, no one can understand the other!
Yu Chen had no choice but to wait for the two of them to stare blankly before leaving the mausoleum guard room by himself.

Get on the Nine Nether Ghost Chariot, go to the bank of the Cangjiang River, take out the water-cleaning gourd, and slap it!
The water of the vast Cangjiang River, like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, is collected into this water-cleaning gourd.

After pretending enough, Yu Chen returned.

At this moment, it is already afternoon.

Not returning to the mausoleum, Yu Xiaoyu didn't know where he went, but Shi Shi was preparing vegetables in the kitchen.

Just as Yu Chen was about to enter the house, he heard footsteps coming down the mountain.

After a while, several officials from that morning came up again carrying the corpse.

Yu Chen noticed that the expression of one of the thin officials was particularly unnatural - he looked at the corpse on the cart with sadness in his eyes.

When they saw Yu Chen, the officials immediately greeted him, calling to see Mr. Grave, and then they unloaded the body and dug a hole for burial.

There were more than ten corpses in total, all with a dense circle of stitches around their necks.

Yu Chen didn't need to look closely at the wound to know that it was a beheaded wound.

And the headed corpse made him take a second look - because there was a soul standing on him.

Looking at his appearance, he is thin and handsome, and looks about 30 to [-] years old. Not only are the three moles on his brows not obtrusive, but they also show a different kind of bookishness.

With this appearance and this injury, Yu Chen immediately guessed that it was Zheng Shuyi, the magistrate of Youhe County.

Seeing Yu Chen staring at the corpse, the bald-headed official explained, "Hey, that's the magistrate of Youhe County. Because of the assassination a year ago, he suffered an unreasonable disaster and his head was beheaded. It's a pity."

After all, the bald-headed officer glanced at the skinny monkey behind him, and said in a low voice: "That skinny monkey is from Youhe County. I heard that he respects the magistrate of Youhe County very much. I didn't want him to send him off." The county magistrate of Youhe went up the mountain, but his family is still there, and now he has to work hard to earn money to move..."

Speaking of this, the bald-headed officer couldn't help cursing: "Damn it, what's wrong with this world!"

Yu Chen was speechless.

It took a long time before the corpses of these Youhe Yamen officials were buried.

All the officials went down the mountain, only the skinny monkey knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zheng Shuyu, magistrate of Youhe County.

Yu Chen brought a bowl of tea and handed it to him.

After the thin monkey thanked him again and again, he drank it in one gulp.

"Although I am here to look at graves, I have learned some astronomical phenomena. In the direction of Youhe River, it has been raining recently."

The thin monkey turned his head in horror, and saw Yu Chen pointing in the direction of Youhe County.

He smiled miserably, obviously not taking it seriously, but he still bowed and said, "Thank you for your kind words."

After that, he went down the mountain.

He had to continue to earn money to move his family out of Youhe County.

After everyone had left, Yu Chen looked at Zheng Shuyi's ghost.

The other party also looked at him calmly.

Obviously, this man's ghost is sane.

"I don't know why, the first time Mr. Zheng saw Mr., he felt that Mr.... is different from ordinary people." The ghost of Zheng Shuchen gently cupped his hands and looked at Yu Chen.

Yu Chen didn't speak, just entered the room, and Zheng Shuyi's soul also entered.

Saving people's scriptures is now, and the golden light is shining.

Zheng Shuzhen's life was revolving, flashing by one by one.

There isn't much to say.

As Wen Sheng said, Zheng Shuyi was from Youhe County, but he grew up in the capital, and Yu Wenzhi was very talented, so he went to Jixia Academy to study.

On the day he finished his studies, he rejected the olive branch offered by the over ten thousand Prime Minister Song who was in the imperial court in the capital, and returned to the impoverished Youhe County to serve as the county magistrate.

During his three years in office, he worked hard, rectified the officialdom, suppressed bandits, reduced and exempted taxes, set up schools, and supported industry and commerce... Only three years later, the entire Youhe County has taken on a new look.

At this time, the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty in the capital heard about it and once again extended an olive branch, inviting him to come to the capital as an official and pave the way to the Qingyun Avenue; even the seventh prince Zhou Xiu also invited him three times to become a guest.

All rejected, stay in Youhe.

Zheng Shuyu once said that he was born in Youhe, and he should be in Youhe.

Swear an oath, Youhe is hungry, and swear not to enter Beijing.

That is to say, as long as there are still people in Youhe who don't have enough to eat, he will never go to Beijing as an official in his life.

But when Youhe County was flourishing under his leadership, the "Shuntian Assassination" case broke out.

Those sinners were all punished, and he, the magistrate of Youhe County, was also thrown into prison. The entire Youhe County was also blocked from rainwater, and the people had no harvest, and suffered from hunger and cold.

Zheng Shuxuan saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

But he himself was imprisoned, helpless.

Until today when he was beheaded, the depression accumulated in his heart turned into his words of praying for rain for the people and echoed throughout the world.

The revolving lantern is over.

Yu Chen opened his eyes, and looked at the former Youhe county magistrate with clear eyes.

The latter was also looking at him, and asked: "Just now, Mr. Zheng heard from Mr. that he watched the sky at night and saw rain in the Youhe River?"

Yu Chen nodded.

"However, according to His Majesty's decree, the prohibition of the sky, the rain master's check, the Youhe River's severe drought for three years, and the absence of a day, a night, a minute, a quarter, it doesn't count as three years."

Zheng Shuzhen asked, but his voice gradually became agitated, "—Where does the rain come from?"

　Let's get some monthly tickets, brothers (˙▽˙)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)