The heavens start from Maoshan

"In my opinion, as long as this opening is opened, the population of Tiger King Town will be doubled, and the medicine merchants, wood merchants, and fur merchants who come and go will be able to level the threshold of the restaurant."

Zhang Heng looked indifferent: "Talk about opportunity, talk about wealth, and say that the Tiger Mountain God franchise, only this one, you just want to lose the business, I'm afraid you can't even do it."

"This this this..."

Second brother Zhu was very excited: "Little brother, this is true, this is too good."

As he said that, Second Brother Zhu couldn't think of what he could say, and swore: "Second Brother is stupid, and he can't say anything nice, but I'll leave the words here today, and I will talk to Third Sister later, as long as my tone is important , needless to say, I strangled myself to death myself."

"No way, no way."

Zhang Heng shook his head slightly: "Just don't blame me in the future."

True.

Now Brother Zhu is very grateful to him.

It is not certain that one day in the future, I will be a cook when I am full. I feel that everything I have is given by the old Zhang family, and I will not be able to hold my head up in front of the folks.

This is not unusual.

more than this.

The current Second Brother Zhu is just a country boy who has never seen the world. He only has Xiashan Village and Third Sister Zhang in his eyes.

after.

Seeing the world and opening your eyes, it's hard to say what kind of person you are.

The simplest example.

Twenty years later, the family has a thousand acres of fertile land, riding a horse and sitting in a sedan chair.

At that time, the third sister was already a middle-aged lady, and her appearance was gone.

See those young, beautiful ones.

Can you still keep your heart?

As for Zhang Heng.

As a brother-in-law, how much can he intervene.

......

snow.

down all the way.

Early in the morning, after a brief lull, snowflakes began to fall again at noon.

Next.

This has been the case for half a month.

open the door.

The snow outside is already a meter thick, and the sky has not yet cleared.

"Please, Master Mountain God, this snow can't stop falling. The one-meter-thick snow even collapsed the roofs. Several people have already been killed in eight villages."

"I beg the mountain god, the snow is so heavy that there is no place to dig grass roots. If the snow doesn't stop, my whole family will starve to death."

"The God of the Mountain is merciful, please cure the heavy snow, if this continues, the seedlings in the field will freeze to death."

It has not been sunny for half a month.

Snow flakes.

The impact is very terrible, which is already the scale of snow disasters.

Looking at the crowd kneeling outside the mountain temple, kowtow like garlic.

Zhang Heng was expressionless, because he had already seen that the snow was nationwide.

This snow is God's will.

Zhixue is like going against the sky, and will be punished by heaven.

"God's will is for celebration, not glass..."

look at the sky.

Zhang Heng thought of this old saying again.

60 years ago, the Dali Dynasty ruled the world.

Buddhism and Taoism were expelled.

Before leaving, Buddhism and Taoism had announced to the outside world that, in God's will, the great dynasty that should be united was the Kingdom of Qing, not the Kingdom of Li.

The country of Li goes against the sky, and it won't last long.

since then.

As if something should be done, natural disasters continue in Dali territory.

Floods this year, droughts next year.

Abnormal climate and celestial phenomena caused hunger and panic everywhere.

just now.

Just passed the drought last year.

It's snowing again this year.

Let alone a Taoist like Zhang Heng.

Even ordinary people could see that something was wrong, and murmured, "It's only been 60 years, so it's possible that Dali's strength has already been exhausted."

rumbling...

Dong Lei is like a drum.

Zhang Heng frowned and looked at the sky: "Man will conquer the sky, but in this confrontation with the sky, Lihuang seems to have lost the wind."

Chapter 425: Wrath of the Sky

snow.

Still down.

Zhang Heng walked in the town.

into the eye.

Many houses were crushed by the heavy snow.

Some families, young and old, were buried in the rubble.

Some were lucky, seeing the creaking sound of the house, they escaped wrapped in quilts, and several people snuggled up to each other, sitting in a group in the snow to keep warm.

"Why are you lying here?"

Zhang Heng walked forward.

Passing an intersection, I saw a middle-aged man lying in the snow with a burden beside him.

Zhang Heng knew him.

Everyone calls him a horse. Whenever there is a big market, he will take his wife to the market to sell fried rice.

"It's comfortable here."

The horse looks contented in the snow.

Zhang Heng saw something was wrong.

Looking to both sides, he asked doubtfully, "Where's your wife?"

"Dead."

The horse didn't open either.

"died!"

Thinking of the heavy snowfall, Zhang Heng asked, "The house was crushed?"

"Unlucky."

"I said I was going to run away, but everyone was stupid and insisted on moving things outside."

"And then it fell. My wife, my father, my mother, and my four-year-old daughter all fell into it."

The horse's face was indifferent, as if he was not talking about himself: "I just said to bring some rice noodles, don't be reluctant to part with the furniture in the house, so greedy, God won't allow it."

Zhang Heng was silent for a while.

Don't know what to say.

See him not talking.

The horse got up, and suddenly said: "Are you hungry, I brought rice noodles, let me fry a bowl of rice for you."

Shaking his head slightly.

Zhang Heng is very clear.

This is great grief without tears, great pain without sound.

Ma Fu didn't seem to realize that nothing happened, but in fact he was so sad, so sad, as if the dead were strangers, and he couldn't feel the sadness.

After a while, the brain reacted.

Only then will he understand that his parents, wife, and children are all dead, and he is the only one left.

of course.

There are also those who have not responded.

This kind of person we call him...crazy.

just now.

The horse is a little crazy.

***, in this world of ice and snow, I am the only one left.

Which normal person would ask others if they want to eat fried rice under such circumstances.

Saying these words shows that Ma Jing is not normal.

"How can this be done?"

Go forward again.

A group of people gathered in front.

Zhang Heng listened beside him.

There was a widow surnamed Song. Last summer, her husband was in corvée and was crushed to death while moving a stone, leaving only a pair of orphans and widows.

Because the child is still young.

Widow Song never remarried, and took care of her children alone, relying on odd jobs and her natal family's support to get by.

this morning.

The neighbor wanted to ask Widow Song to dig grass roots together.

After knocking on the door for a long time, no one opened.

Kick the door and have a look.

Widow Song had froze to death.

It's cold, because I have to work, and there is no man in the family to go out to cut firewood. Widow Song's family does not have much firewood.

She always saves on burning, and if she can save a little bit, it is a little bit.

But the heavy snow still burned all the firewood at home.

When kicking open the door.

Widow Song lay naked on the bed.