"We are also here to ask for this matter. Maybe the God of Land will satisfy our wishes." Ruan Ling said.

Ding Lixiang looked firm: "Yes, Grandma Land will definitely show her power!"

She knelt down, kowtowed devoutly at the statue of God, closed her eyes, and muttered something.

Her wishes were clearly transmitted into Ruan Ling's ears.

On the other side, Hui Niang's wish also came.

Her wish is simple: "Please ask the God of Land to bless the wheat fields in her family to resurrect the dead."

The light golden incense of incense was transmitted from them to the statue of the gods.

Ruan Ling accepted it without hesitation.

The more incense you have, the stronger your divine power will be, and you can realize more wishes.

After the worship, Ding Lixiang stayed to clean as usual.

Hui Niang took Ruan Ling's hand and left, and smiled and said, "She is so pious."

Ruan Ling turned around and looked at Ding Lixiang's back, and whispered: "Yes. The God of Land will satisfy the wishes of devout believers."

That night.

Ruan Ling first went to Ding Lixiang's wheat field and restored all the ten acres of wheat from her family as before.

This consumed her a hundred points of divine power.

One fifth of the five hundred divine powers seized from the City God instantly disappeared.

The incense power that Ding Lixiang contributed to her was only three o'clock.

Investment is completely disproportionate to gain.

No wonder so many gods are unwilling to interfere in human affairs.

Ruan Ling stood on the ground, checked his divine power, and sighed softly.

After treating Ding Lixiang's wheat fields, she immediately rushed to the Ruan family's fields and restored the eight acres of wheat that Ruan Chengde had carefully served as before.

The light golden divine power enveloped the broken and withered wheat, and the wheat seedlings slowly stood upright and regained their vitality.

The ears of wheat become fuller.

After the implementation was completed, Ruan Ling felt a little tired.

This time, only forty points of divine power was consumed.

With the efforts of Ruan Chengde and his son, the wheat from the Ruan family fell less than half of the wheat.

Even so, rescuing more than ten acres of wheat in succession also made Ruan Ling exhausted.

She lowered her hands, sat on the ground to rest for a while, and when she returned home in the dark, she didn't even have time to take off her clothes, so she fell on the bed and fell asleep.

...

The next day, the chickens in the chicken pen started to crow, and Chen Shufeng and Hui Niang got up to dress and cook. After breakfast, Ruan Chengde and his son went to the field as usual.

The sky cleared completely and the water retreated. We had to cut all the wheat and put it away, otherwise the remaining half would be rotten in the ground.

All households think so, holding sickles and pushing flatbeds toward the fields.

Ruan Chengde and his son walked into the field with sickles and saw from a distance that there were many people around their own fields, pointing at the fields.

They couldn't help but feel nervous.

Could it be that all the wheat has been poured?

Ruan Chengde's face changed a little, and he rushed over with a hurry. He saw his own wheat fields at first sight and couldn't help but be stunned in the local area.

"Dad, dad, don't be anxious. Go slowly and slide on the ground..." Ruan Zhigao and Ruan Zhiyuan followed closely.

They were worried that their father would not be able to withstand the blow.

Who would have thought that what caught their eyes was a dazzling golden color.

Looking closely, the neat wheat is tall and strong, and each ear of wheat is full.

A large piece of wheat swung gently with the breeze, sweeping waves of golden waves.

This ultimate beauty of harvest forms a strong contrast with the falling green wheat in the surrounding fields.

He was so shocked that the Ruan family and his son were speechless.
Chapter completed!