Then again, for example, when Master Wen Datian became a rich man, he got the big local chicken, and some people complained about the greatness of such things.

But for urban residents, if you want to eat this kind of real local chicken, and it is eaten during avian flu, it is like Korean sticks eating pork ribs, which can be taken to your neighbors to show off. It is even several times more difficult!

"What did you do when Shangfu suddenly asks me?" Zhao Ji was surprised. Why did Wen Fei suddenly become interested in sowing?

Wen Fei smiled and said, "I don't know if I am short of food in the Song Dynasty!"

Zhao Ji laughed: "I, a great Song Dynasty, lacks nothing except copper coins!"

Wen Fei smiled bitterly. The Song Dynasty was not short of food except for the northwest. It can be said that the Song Dynasty occupied the richest place in China.

Especially in the early Middle and early Northern Song Dynasty, after the introduction of Chameng rice, the yield was ripe twice a year and ripe three a year. It completely left the invisible place in the north, which was not too big before.

Forget it, Wen Fei originally expected to make a fuss about wheat. This rice cannot be grown in the Liao Kingdom! It seems that rice cultivation in the north will take place after the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Thinking of this, Wen Fei couldn't help but sigh. He could not use this extremely sinister killing move and harm the Liao Kingdom. For the dark-hearted guy, Master Wen, he always felt unhappy.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s just waiting for another half a year. At around the autumnal equinox, it’s probably the time to plant wheat.

At that time, it is time to deal with Fang La, and then fight against the Liao Kingdom in an all-round war, from economy to food, and use a soft knife to cut some of the meat from the Liao Kingdom to taste.

Next, Wen Fei naturally looked for craftsmen to purify and refine the gold so that he could use modern time and space to exchange for money.

Just when Wen Fei was busy in the Northern Song Dynasty, he never expected how big a storm would cause a small butterfly flap its wings.

And this originally inconspicuous little butterfly is naturally the current crazy believer, Mr. Sam.

When he left the Qilian Mountains and returned to his country all the way, the place he now appeared was a 17th-century manor. Although it was on the land of the New World, it was full of Victorian style.

Triangular gables, towering roofs, prominent eaves, fan-shaped brackets, fashionable corner towers, and balcony with doorway columns. The colors are even more bright and gorgeous, of course, this is what I said two centuries ago.

Here is the manor of a respected gentleman. Including this manor, tens of thousands of acres of land are attached to this manor, and are the owner of this manor, Mr. Eble.

Today, in this ancient manor, the lights are brightly lit, and even the fountain in front of the gate are decorated with beautiful colorful lights.

But there were no beautiful clothes, nor were there any well-dressed guests. Obviously, although the entire manor was so beautifully decorated, there was no dance party organized.

In fact, in this manor, there was a serious and depressing room. The high-backed chairs covered with velvet were filled with people.

These people also have serious expressions and neat clothes. They are arranged on both sides, as if they are working on serious issues above.

The lights are not very bright, even with a little depression. They complement this old-fashioned and serious conference room.

Standing on the red carpet in the middle of the conference room, facing ten pairs of gloomy eyes, Sam seemed peaceful and quiet. He even wore a black robe, and his temperament seemed quieter.

"Mr. Miller, do you know why you called us all over?" said a bald old man sitting at the top. He was eighty-five years old and looked old and tired. Even hearing his voice gave people a strong desire to go to bed. He was Eble, the owner of the manor.

In fact, everyone sitting here is not very young, the youngest one is over 60 years old. However, there is one thing that is connected, and these all hold huge amounts of money and power.

What is more in common is that these people are the most senior figures of the foundation, or they are the funders behind the foundation and the most important funders among them.

"If there is no very important discovery, I dare not disturb you easily. You must know that although I am so poor that I can't compare to the hairs I pull out casually, I also cherish my life!" Sam said.

"Then, Mr. Miller, tell me about your important discovery! If you really discover Shambala, you will find how kind we are, and will free you from poverty immediately." It was still the owner of the manor, Eble, who was still speaking.

"In fact, I didn't find Shanmbala." He said, intentionally selling it.

But these people are old foxes, and the one they don’t lack is patience. They know very well that Sam would not dare to tease them randomly, otherwise he would be put in a bag and thrown into the sea and disappear. This would be the best outcome.

They were all waiting, Sam's but...

"Or, I have discovered Shanmbala. But it doesn't matter, because I have a bigger direction!" He said, shaking his clothes: "Didn't you find anything special about my clothes?"

In fact, they had discovered this a long time ago. But it is always the habit of these people who are superior. Ebel said lightly: "Mr. Miller, I remember you are a real American. Isn't it? There are very few real Americans who like to talk in circles like this!"

Sam had to shrugge and said, "Okay, everyone. Let me tell you all the good news. I have converted. I met a god walking in the world!"

"What……?"

"This is ridiculous!"

“Bad talk!”

All the words made these old people silent, just like a few drops of cold water poured into a pan. Everyone started to make noise and make noise.

It’s not that they refuse to believe in the existence of the true God, but it is precisely because they believe it. Therefore, they feel the absurdity even more. Can there be still gods walking on the earth in this world today?

This is impossible? This is no longer the era of one or two thousand years ago.

"Do you know what you're talking about? Mr. Miller, if you're drunk like this, you'll pay enough for your actions!" Eble shouted. He was no longer the old look of the pair of glasses that could not even open.

Miller did not speak, and the power of all languages ​​was pale. Any faith was attributed to miracles. My Lord, I will use your power to show it in this world. Win the most critical group of believers for you!

After praying, Sam opened his hands and saw a little pure and crystal glory appearing from Miller's palm.

The light even illuminated the entire conference room in an instant, and such a brilliant and dazzling light flashed in a flash.

Almost everyone just saw it clearly and felt the glory and greatness of this power. This glory disappeared.

In an instant, the entire noisy conference room became completely quiet. Everyone felt it and thoughtful.

"Do you understand?" Sam gasped with a little excitement: "This is not any superpower, or even magic. This is divine art, this is purely the glory of the god!"

Listening to Sam's voice echoing back and forth throughout the conference room, all the old people, those who have countless money and power, can make the most powerful country on this blue planet shake with one stomp.

Their eyes when they looked at Sam were no longer the kind of high-ranking master, but were faintly a little awe.

Listening to Sam, "This is a god walking on the earth, a demigod who has not yet lifted his capital to heaven. Dear gentlemen, do you know what this will mean?"

What does it mean? Everyone's eyes were dazed, and a new god appeared, which meant that everyone knew very well. But they still couldn't help but listen to Sam.

It’s like many times when women listen to sweet words that are so memorable, but I still hope to say it again from the man’s mouth!

"St. Matthew, St. Mark, St. Luke, St. John..." As Sam pronounced a name, these people were excited as if a donkey was whipped.

"It represents the Kingdom of God!" Sam took a breath and continued: "Each of us knows clearly that we have studied supernatural, magic, and special abilities for so many years..., and each of us knows that matter will eventually decay."

"Each of us will be born, old, sick and die. This is the law of nature and no one can resist it. Even if we can clone our bodies, our souls will also die..." Sam said to the sermon: "But the kingdom of God can protect us!"

"Wow..." Applause kept ringing throughout the conference room. These old men who seemed to be dead now burst out with great energy and enthusiasm. The applause was about to overturn the roof of the entire conference room.

Sam felt that he was still unfulfilled and continued, "Dear gentlemen, you all know what kind of development prospects will be for the sects with true bodies! The old sects have been developed for thousands of years, and are complicated. Even if you go to Paradise Mountain, you will only become the most insignificant prayer..."

"But before the new god, there was nothing. Think about it, what have those secret monks been doing for so many years?" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!