Mixed in the Three Kingdoms as a magic stick

In this city of Zhongmou, there happened to be a little-known Danqing painter who was fortunate enough to witness the mystery of the fairy way. He thought hard for ten years and devoted his whole life to painting. Finally, he painted several fairy cuckoos that aroused countless imaginations of future generations. picture.

Incense curls up, and the white smoke is faint.

There is a man dressed in white that surpasses the snow, with a face like a crown of jade, elegant and graceful figure, finely crafted brows and eyes, with an air of detachment from the common world, with a bone that is as proud as frost and snow, and looks like a fairy.

I saw him shaking his feather fan slowly, writing letters and burning sacrifices with his eyes downcast, chanting loudly, and flicking his sleeves lightly, he was able to reach the sky to listen.

There was a faint sound, and thousands of strands of golden light bloomed, guiding the ripe rice that was born out of thin air, slowly descending from the sky.

The ears of grain are bright and full, intimately intertwined in the air, turning into endless golden rain, swaying slowly with the wind.

Those who have received this favor are mostly infatuated, reverent and pious.

But after a while, I suddenly heard Qingyue's melodious cry coming from afar, the tone was bright and pleasant, and it was profound and refreshing.

Looking around, there are hundreds of thousands of birds flying, and their feathers are colorful, and they are scrambling to peck at the fairy valley.

The chants and twitters are like a melody of octaves, like giving gods to the gods from the heart, and people come to court from all directions. Under the harmonious singing, it is just like the beautiful scenery of the legendary phoenix inhabiting the sycamore tree and a hundred birds facing the phoenix.

"Duke Yan's ability is bestowed by the heavens, and ordinary people can't match it!"

Gao Shun, who was the closest, had a dark face that was also slightly flushed, full of pride, and excitedly raised his chest higher and higher. In the end, it was really hard to restrain, and he yelled out such a sentence!

The people who worshiped on the ground heard this, and their blood boiled for a moment, and they also shouted in unison—"It was given by the heavens!"

Amid the shouts one after another, Jia Xu raised his eyes at some point, frowned slightly, and stared intently at the golden rain that would not stop for a while.

Chen Gong was undoubtedly the most shocked one, his face was completely blank.

He stood stunned, letting the falling golden spikes cover him bit by bit.

His head seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer, and an idea that he couldn't be an enemy suddenly came into his heart.

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, Chen Gong would never have believed that such an inconceivable miracle of ripe rice falling from the sky would really happen.

Yesterday he was only annoyed because of Yan Sikong's understatement, how could he have imagined that in the world, there are not only yellow scarves' sorcerer's tricks and pretending to be gods and ghosts to win people's hearts, but also such amazing methods of good fortune and ghosts and gods!

No wonder Yan Sikong only smiled lightly at his undisguised suspicion, and didn't say much.

At that time, in Yan Sikong's eyes, he was not just the stupid frog sitting in a well watching the sky, but he didn't know that Honghu saw the vast world in his eyes.

Chen Gong showed a slight sense of disappointment, holding a handful of ears of wheat tightly, his chest was extremely agitated, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

When he inadvertently looked at Jia Xu who was facing him, the calmness and composure on the other side, and the calm scrutiny gave him a more confident and unpredictable atmosphere.

Yan Qing felt more and more exhausted, so in order not to show his flaws, he leisurely propped up the ink paper umbrella prepared in advance, and walked away slowly against the golden rain.

But from people's point of view, the fluttering and flowing robes correspond to the snowy wings that have transformed into immortals.

When Lu Bu followed Zhang Liao in a hurry and walked around a few uninhabited streets (everyone had gathered near the platform), what caught his eyes was the golden rain falling quietly.

"This is--"

Lu Bu opened his eyes wide, realizing that he was already late.

Chitu was being irritated by the falling ears of rice, and was sneezing so hard that his eyes were watery. The next moment, Lu Bu threw it to the soldiers without hesitation.

Relying on his stamina and strength, Lu Bu eagerly pushed through the people who were kneeling on the ground in a mess of tears, and rushed forward.

Normally, anyone caught by his sharp gaze would be terrified and could not help but retreat, but today they are all immersed in the frenzy of witnessing the "five grain harvest", and even Lu Bu's murderous spirit can't be ignored. It doesn't work anymore.

It took Lu Bu several times more strength than usual to push through the obstacles and rush to the high platform amidst the joyful cries of the people.

But the top was empty, leaving wisps of golden light and a faint fragrance, and there was no trace of Yan Qing.

After tossing and tossing for a while, he only suffered a real meal of grain rain, and the hairy ears of rice fell all over his body and head.

"Where is the lord!!!"

Lu Bu brushed away the millet that was full of his head, yelling anxiously, sweating profusely looking for someone everywhere.

Zhang Liao was afraid that he would use force against the people if he was too anxious and cause trouble, so he chased after him just now, and now he took a handful of golden rain and took a closer look. After it was gone, other colors of red, black and brown appeared.

The other kinds are millet, millet, wheat and bean, which happen to make up five grains.

Zhang Liao took a deep breath, resisting the urge to take off his cloak and put it in his pocket, shaking his head: "It's better to ask Junshi Jia than to hang around here. Up some?"

As soon as Lu Bu thought it made sense, he immediately turned around and went to find Jia Xu.

He always vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he searched anxiously, and after a long delay, he finally found Yan Qing who was being driven to the mansion by the soldiers on his back.

At that time, Yan Qing couldn't make it back home after all, and fell into a coma on the way.

Even if Lu Bu received him in his arms and hugged him tightly, and ran all the way home to seek medical advice, he still just continued to sleep soundly and unconsciously.

It is even more impossible to know the changes in the outside world.

However, before he completely lost consciousness, he hastily issued an order: After today is over, the whole army will break out of the camp and quickly go to Qiao to take up his post.

Once the problem of food and grass is solved, there is no need to stay here anymore.

The drizzle gradually slowed down, and the sky returned to clear and clear.

But when it fell on the ground, a thick layer of five grains had accumulated, but it did not disappear with the mysterious fairy trace.

Thanks to the efforts of the people in the city, they were quickly gathered and collected without missing even the cracks of each floor tile, and then moved to the grain depot by the joyous county soldiers for winter storage.

After detailed counting, a total of [-] hu was obtained, which is more than enough for the people in the city to spend the winter.

Yan Qing was in a deep sleep for ten days before waking up slowly.

He felt very weak in his limbs, and opened his eyelids in a daze. Before his pupils could focus, he was startled by a group of bright-eyed onlookers.

Wen You Jia Xu Guo Jia, Wu You Lu Bu Zhang Liao Gao Shun, are all here.

"My lord is awake!"

Before Yan Qing could make a clear distinction between east, west, north, and south, a group of doctors were called in one after another, to check Yan Qing's pulse one by one, and then make a consultation.

In the end, it was concluded that Yan Qing was slightly weak due to insufficient food and overthinking, and there was nothing serious about it.

Lu Bu took the lead and took the best position, carefully helped Yan Qing to sit up, and graciously poured a cup of warm tea that was neither hot nor cold.

Yan Qing leaned against a few soft fluffy pillows, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, feeling extremely comfortable.

But when he saw that Lu Bu's eyes were bloodshot and bursting with joy, he couldn't help feeling very distressed.

His complexion was still pale, but Yan Qing had returned to his usual gentle smile, coughed lightly, and said, "I'm tired and you are worried, I will remember next time..."

Yan Qing thought about it for a while, and expressed that he had learned a lesson: "Even if you borrow food, you should not be too greedy and borrow too much."

Whether it was giving the villagers a good harvest when he was in Yingchuan, or letting Taoyuan become a sworn brother on the battlefield last time, he only felt a brief dizziness before his eyes, but he didn't want to be physically exhausted.

Thinking about it, 1000 people is not too many, but this time, most of the people in the city were gathered on a special trip, and the number of people affected may be too many to have such a bad effect.

Guo Jianing raised her eyebrows, disapproving, and took the lead in saying: "Repay the loan? You can't do it yourself. It's just a matter of urgency. When the farming resumes, my lord must not do this personal risk again."

Jia Xu closed his eyes, and said: "What Guo Biejia said is very true. The lord's status is precious, so it shouldn't be like this."

Lu Bu also said: "It's okay to have less food in the future. Before winter comes, Bu will take his sons to hunt in the forest, stock up on some dried meat, and train his soldiers along the way!"

Zhang Liao was cheerful and full of confidence in Yan Qing: "My lord has always been blessed by the heavens. Liao has already expected that you will be fine."

Yan Qing knew that her fall had indeed frightened everyone, so she responded humbly and promised that it would not be an example.

Fortunately, Dong Zhuo has gone to Luoyang at this moment, the Yellow Turban has just been wiped out, and the crisis of food shortage has been resolved... Otherwise, he will be in a coma for ten days, and there may be a catastrophe, which will make people want to cry no tears.

If Yan Qing had known that the consequences would be so serious, he would not have been so violent in the beginning, gathering tens of thousands of people at once, and then lying down for ten days.

Lu Bu fixedly glanced at Yan Qing, who was depressed, and made up his mind with difficulty. While not disturbing him, he also took Zhang Liao and Gao Shun away: "What are you doing? Go back and get busy."

Jia Xu also said that he still had work to do, so he resigned first, leaving Guo Jia alone.

Guo Jia was quite surprised by Lu Bu's actions: "It has improved a lot."

"Don't underestimate Fengxian." Yan Qing relaxed and relaxed, took a few sips of hot tea, and then swallowed the porridge and rice that Lu Bu had left to dry before he left. He rubbed his warmed belly and said, "This porridge looks light, but the rice is very fragrant."

Guo Jia said abruptly: "It's the rice grain that my lord borrowed from heaven, the grain given by God, can it not be fragrant?"

It was fine if Guo Jia didn't say anything, but after explaining the origin of the rice, Yan Qing couldn't eat anymore, so he stopped asking for another bowl.

... Eating his own card-based food is like drinking card-based wine, which always makes him feel inexplicably awkward.

This mentality is like forcing a hen to eat its own eggs.

Yan Qing wiped the corners of his mouth with a clean cloth, rinsed his mouth with warm water, and asked slowly, "Are we already in Qiao?"

Guo Jia pulled up a chair and sat down, waiting patiently for him to finish his meal before handing over a pile of pending documents in his hand, and let the words pop out one by one with a blank face: "Exactly. Poor Jia and Wen Hetong is a newcomer, but he has to sleep and forget to eat and sleep. He has been busy for several days without rest, and he has to inquire about the condition of the lord every day..."

"This is indeed my fault, and there will be no next time." Yan Qing smiled helplessly, honestly took the documents into his hands, scanned them quickly, and couldn't help frowning: "Who is the county magistrate here? Order him to immediately Come see me."

This account book is full of errors and omissions, a large number of materials are short-lived, but the taxes are surprisingly high. It is not only tricky, but it is so presumptuously used for personal use because of the high mountains and the emperor's distance.

As for where the money and food went, most of them were fed to the rampant sect thieves.

Guo Jia chuckled, and said lazily, "Isn't that obvious? I just ran away."

Yan Qing: "Run away?"

Guo Jia Youzai said: "My lord, Yu Zhongmou, showed great miracles, and defeated fifty thousand yellow scarves with one thousand pieces of music. These two pieces have been passed down from word to mouth, and there is already a lot of discussion—"

Yan Qing interrupted: "Don't talk about what you have and what you don't have, just get to the main point."

"You villain who hides evil in your heart, knowing that you are a ruthless person, how dare you wait for the lord to come and ask you to be held accountable? Long before our army arrived, the county magistrate put a roll of paper and hung it on the wall, and the whole family fled .”

He acted decisively.

Yan Qing's eyebrows twitched, and instead of throwing down the falsified document, he stretched out his hand again.

Guo Jia raised his eyebrows: "My lord, what does this mean?"

Yan Qing smiled and said: "Feng Xiao promised not long ago, would you like to introduce me to some talented people from Yingchuan? How come there is no one for a long time? I haven't brought them yet."

Guo Jia snorted, then took out a thin piece of paper from his sleeve, offered it with both hands, and said in his mouth, "Your lord, you don't ask, and you don't take it yourself, so you're blaming Jia?"

Yan Qing took it quickly, and joked: "How dare you blame you? The most urgent task now is to find someone to replace Gongtai as the magistrate of Zhongmu County."

Only in this way can Chen Gong be dispatched here logically.

Guo Jia said happily: "Then Chen Gongtai is indeed quite talented." Speaking of this, the topic suddenly changed: "It's just to be the top priority that the lord said, I'm afraid it's not enough."

Yan Qing paused when he heard the words, and looked confused: "Why did Feng Xiao make such a statement?"

After listening to Guo Jia's explanation in a few words, Yan Qing realized that it was Xun Yu who guessed that he would encounter a shortage of food and grass, so he worked hard for him in Beijing. Some thoughts came to take care of the new Yuzhou pastor, and sent an angel to bestow a batch of imperial winter supplies.

"It's a windfall."

Compared with those icing on the cake, it was Xun Yu's thoughtfulness and kindness that made Yan Qing a little more flattered than being moved: "I really feel sorry for Wen Ruo taking so much trouble."

Guo Jia was noncommittal, and said: "The angel was arranged in a nearby apartment, when is the Lord going to meet him?"

Yan Qing thought for a moment, and said: "It is disrespectful to let them wait for such a long time. Now that they are awake, it is better to see them immediately."

It's just that Yan Qing burned incense and bathed, and was in the main hall with a radiant face. Unexpectedly, it was someone else who came, and it was he who had thought about his daughter not long ago...

Henan Yin Wangyun.