Evolve from a lump of mud

Of course, Li Ge can also do this kind of work himself.

But...

Lazy.

Taking care of plants is a matter of detail.

And Li Ge was a person who devoted 100% of his energy to the things he loved, but he didn't even give a look to irrelevant things.

Today, the enthusiasm for lavender fields has long since receded, so I really don't want to spend more energy on it.

Today, as usual, Ge Nan hummed an unknown song and scooped up a scoop of water from the surrounding canal.

Suddenly, Li Ge stopped her.

"Ge Nan, there's a small puddle over there, use the water there to water the ground, and then see if you can speed up the growth. As he

spoke, Li Ge pointed out the direction.

Ge Nan floated over, and

as soon as he got close to the puddle,

he felt a fresh energy rushing to his face.

"It's a pity that such good water is used to water the ground..."

Ge Nan frowned a little face, a little reluctant.

Li Ge saw through Ge Nan's thoughts at a glance.

She must have sensed the peculiarity of the water and wanted to keep it for herself.

However, Li Ge knew that Ge Nan must not go against his will.

If he didn't speak, Ge Nan would only look at it with a blank eye.

Thinking of this, Li Ge looked up, and just saw Ge Nan looking at him, and couldn't help but shake his head, helpless and funny.

"Get this done well, and I'll give you a copy of this water. The

water in the waterhole was actually mixed by Li Ge using the "organic matter" skill.

Previously, Li Ge had only tried to activate this skill directly on plants.

However, Li Ge plans to make a special scene at the villagers' autumn festival.

Without a little medium, it doesn't feel like it's serious.

So, Li Ge tried to use this skill on water bodies.

Although I don't know what the effect is now, looking at Ge Nan's reflection, it should have a good effect.

Sure enough, as Li Ge expected.

The same effect can be achieved by mixing the water with skills - promoting plant growth.

And how fast it grows depends on the amount of organic matter that Li Ge injects.

......

In full swing, the early autumn festival has finally begun.

It's the end of summer, so the sun is shining and the temperature can be 35-40 degrees Celsius.

At this temperature, if you are exposed to the sun and engage in activities, you simply think that you are too comfortable to live.

It wasn't until around five o'clock in the afternoon that the weather started to cool down and the activity began.

The autumn festival was originally a traditional local folk event.

Therefore, there is also a fixed process.

This year, however, is a little different.

In order to hold this year's autumn festival, several villages actually built a red brick hut together.

Humble is a bit rudimentary.

However, it is sturdy enough and does not leak rain.

In the hut, an adobe was offered.

That is the incarnation of the Lord of the Land.

Now, people from four or five villages have gathered together, and the people are all together.

Ahead, there was also a makeshift bookcase, with people lining up next to it, holding small bags of seeds, one registration after another.

"Hey, what do you say the village chief is doing! Now at this time, it is obvious that the seeds are being sown!"

"That is, this year is already difficult enough, but there is a different way to reap the benefits from us." At

this time, the villagers were dissatisfied.

The village chief's behavior of asking the villagers to hand over the seeds is regarded as "profiting".

However, there are also those who are on the side of the village chief.

"Didn't the village chief say that the money from the harvest and sale of this batch of seeds will be distributed to everyone according to the proportion of the seeds handed over..."

"Nonsense!" said one villager angrily, "Who has never planted the land? This is a sowing seed, and the autumn harvest will be in a month, and the harvest will be a fart!"

"The village chief has said that it is voluntary, if you don't want to, just go aside, don't delay others! Anyway

, you won't have your share of the money from the sale at that time!" "Say it's voluntary! Do you believe it?" The resentful villager clutched the seed bag in his hand, "What if the village chief thinks that I don't give him face and give me small shoes?"

At this time, a hunchbacked farmer passed by.

"Cowardice! This kind of deceptive behavior can only be carried out because of your cowardice! I didn't pay it, I don't believe he can do anything to me!"

In fact, such controversies are not uncommon, but most of the time, the villagers are used to swallowing their anger and are also used to using their own minds to speculate on others.

According to their ideas, if they have power one day, they will definitely wear small shoes for those who do not listen to them.

However, they underestimated the responsibilities that belonged to the village chief, and also looked down on the mind of the village chief.

This time, the village chiefs really didn't mean anything else.

They just heard that Zhou Anzhi, the land lord, had compassion for the farmers who were affected by the disaster, so on the day of the autumn festival, they used everyone's prayers to exert their divine power to ripen a crop and make up for the losses suffered by the farmers.

At this time, Zhou Anzhi was staring at the irregular stone trough in front of him.

Inside, it's full of water.

The hot weather caused the water in the stone trough to evaporate.

With the subtle water vapor emitted, wisps of energy are emitted.

Zhou Anzhi swallowed his saliva.

He only felt that he had an uncontrollable urge to plunge into the basin of water and soak himself in it.

But no.

This is the most important item in this autumn festival.

"Organics" skill with a mixture of water.

Today, the basin is placed in the center of the altar.

At the end of the sacrifice, it will be sprinkled on the earth.

The sacrifice officially began.

The chime of bells echoed through the crowd.

All the villagers fell silent and looked at the platform.

On the stage, there is a presiding officer, wearing a long robe, who is slowly reciting the memorial text.

In the sacrificial text, in the language of Wen Zou Zou, he talks about Zhou Anzhi's life, the process of being canonized as a god, and the good things he has done in the past.

Of course, part of it is true, and part of it is made up.

Especially the process of being canonized...

It's all made up.

The reason for this is that Kyushu has always had a point of view.

- Justifiably.

As the saying goes, if the name is not right, it will not be good, and if the word is not good, it will not be done.

It is necessary to confirm the name of Zhou Anzhi, the land prince, so that he is no longer just Zhou Anzhi who belongs to Zhou Bao, so that he can rightfully protect the surrounding people and gain faith.

However, there are also villagers who are dismissive.

"What kind of land is it, it's made up blindly! This year's harvest was not good, and this kind of moth is still engaged!" The hunchback who did not hand over the seeds was full of disdain.

"The immortals of Zhou Bao, what does it have to do with us?"

However, from now on, these effects will be eliminated altogether.

On the stage, the consecration ceremony continued.

Now, it is the turn of the villagers to express their gratitude to the land lord with the memorial text.

“...... The temple is small and powerful, the sky is high, the sun and the moon are bright, the Quartet is clean, and the land is rich and rich..."

Real estate Bai Yuzhen. God is blessed with virtue and blessing, and God is God, worthy of God. It also helps my career to be successful and auspicious for a long time. "

I hereby pay tribute to it. The

last word was spit out, and the bell chime sounded again on the stage, and the music was played.

And Zhou Anzhi suddenly felt that he had a vague connection with this land.

Li Ge secretly watched here, and also discovered the changes in Zhou Anzhi.

Originally, Zhou Anzhi, as a spirit body, once he left his own realm, he had the appearance of decay.

However, just now, Zhou Anzhi's spirit body suddenly became a little condensed.

The sacrificial activities continued.

The seeds that had been prepared in advance were loaded onto the trolley.

In full view, a second event that has not been held before is about to be held.

Sow in public.

A ring of land was reclaimed beforehand.

Inside the ring is the venue for this autumn festival.

In the center of the circle is the newly built land temple.

The organizers of the autumn festival began to sow seeds in the circular land, and on stage, they began to perform programs.

In the lively sound of gongs and drums, one seed after another was sprinkled on the ground.

At this time, there was another sound of quarrelling.

"Look, the seeds have been scattered on the ground, what do you say the village chief has lied to you?" and the

resentful villagers scoffed.

"Put on a show. "

Liar. The

hunchbacked man shouted, causing a chorus of echoes from all around.

Three hours had passed until all the seeds had been planted.

By this time, it was already dark.

The night breeze is skimmed, which makes people feel comfortable.

The moth stubbornly slammed into the light bulb on the stage, making a crackling sound.

At the end of the show, the colorful lights on the stage are turned off.

At this time, someone noticed an anomaly.

"Water!look! that basin of water is glowing!"

the basin shimmered in front of the statue of the god of the earth, and even the

steaming mist shone a little.

This kind of scene, for the villagers, is indeed mysterious.

However, the hunchbacked farmer still scoffed.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

the organizers of the

autumn festival turned a deaf ear to these voices and did their own thing unhurriedly.

He put the basin of water under the cart.

Then, he took out a willow branch. Keep in water.

In an instant, some of the dry ones went to sleep and became verdant.

He then pushed the basin to the edge of the circular field.

The shadow of the moon swayed in the basin of water, and it seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light.

Village Chief Zhou stepped forward and will take this most important step.

With his old and withered hand, Village Chief Zhou grabbed one end of the willow branch and stirred it in the water, allowing the willow stick to fully contact the water.

"All things are magnified, and thousands of auspicious people are born—"

Village Chief Zhou called out in an old voice.

Then, with a wave of his hand.

The glowing droplets of water arced across the night sky and landed on the freshly sown fields.

A miracle happened!

The shimmering droplets of water were instantly engulfed by the land.

In the next second, a faint light diffused, enveloping the entire land.

The wheat takes root and sprouts in a matter of seconds.

The young seedlings stretched their waists and shook off the dirt, covering the black and yellow bare into a lush green.

In the bright moonlight, the miracle of life is displayed.