Even though the world is in chaos, vassal states are everywhere.

However, most of the vassal princes at this time had official positions in the court.

At most, like Song Yu did before, he would give himself a title in the name of an imperial edict.

But no matter what, they are covered with a layer of the imperial court's outer skin, leaving a layer of face for the imperial court!

But once Song Yu is praised, even a three-year-old child knows that he wants to be independent!

Even if the big slaughter at this time is about to collapse, the rotten ship still has three kilograms of nails! Song Yu was the first to say that the backlash was the most violent.

Moreover, how could the dragons in other states in the world sit and watch? If they can't do it well, it's a situation where the whole world will attack them together!

If Song Yu was a judge and completely abandoned the name of the court, then his luck would be at least 30% lower than that!

With so many backlashes under the unstable foundation, if you are not careful, you will be defeated and killed, and will be implicated in the tribe!

"But if not, how can we abandon the court and be self-reliant and self-improvement!"

"To fight for the world and achieve the throne of the real dragon, training is essential, and it must not be related to the previous dynasty..."

Song Yu's eyes were faint, and he had a thorough decision to abandon the court and establish the throne of Wu Hou!

"Although it is decided to form its own system, the time must be chosen! By September, under the supernatural powers, Xin'an's per mu yield this year will inevitably increase by more than 50%. At that time, the people's hearts will be supported and all rivers will flow back will be the best time to completely get rid of the restraint of the court!"

Previously, Fang Ming moved the capital to Xin'an Prefecture and sent out his magical powers to fertilize the land. It is necessary to increase the yield per mu of Xin'an and build momentum for Song Yu.

It is almost September now. When the yield per mu is released and spread to the five palaces, how much luck will it bring?

With the righteousness of heaven, the people can accept it at once. This alone will increase the fortune by 30%, making up for the consumption of losing the righteousness of the court.

The support of the people will lead the scholars and powerful people to surrender. This foundation will be stabilized immediately.

Moreover, this can be spread to the world. Although most of the foreign families do not believe it, it can reach hundreds of thousands of soldiers at critical moments!

"This year, we will conquer Shanyue and take down the two prefectures. We will harvest the crops. We will be able to recruit Marquis Wu next year to fight for the dragon! I want to see who else can stop me in Wuzhou?"

At this time, the sky is going to be late, and the distant sunset shines, making the clouds red. From a distance, the sky at this time seems to be covered with a layer of red gauze. It is very beautiful! The red glow is floating, and the breeze blows. The clouds change, forming different forms.

Suddenly, the clouds freeze into winding shapes. From a distance, they look like snakes and dragons, guarding them.

Even Song Yu was surprised when he saw this form.

At this time, the ancients paid attention to the response of heaven and man, and the most important thing was strange phenomena. Song Yu was inevitably affected by some.

"As soon as I thought about this, a strange phenomenon occurred! This will be God who will help me!"

Song Yu was overjoyed and went down the steps.

"Lord!!!" Shen Wenbin, Song Si and others, looked at Song Yu's heroic figure reflected in the dragon and snake guarding formed by the burning clouds, and couldn't help but be surprised and knelt down to salute.

"Hahaha! This is a good omen, God bless me!" Song Yu laughed and ordered again: "Come on this matter quickly. The red dragon from the sky is a sign of my suppression of Daxing!"

"No!" Shen Wenbin and others looked at their lords and felt more majestic than usual. They couldn't help but lower their faces and agreed in a deep voice.

Soon, the news of the red dragon descending from the sky to protect the Jiedu spread throughout the mansion and spread to the rest of the place.

When Song Yu returned to the mansion, he saw a trace of white air coming towards him.

"If it were before, it might have been helpful, but now it's just a drop in the bucket..." Song Yu said with a laugh as he looked at this little luck.

This fooling luck is not much. If it gathers on Yibai, it may have the hope of being a seventh grade.

But before Song Yu became rich, it was a great resource.

By the time of capturing Xin'an Mansion, it can only be considered a small reward. Now, occupying the five mansions is lush and lush, and it is almost a good time, but these luck can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket.

But it is good to be able to get a little more. She was a little greedy, so Song Yu shook her head and laughed.

...

The sun and the moon rotate, time passes, and September is coming before time can be realized.

The golden autumn of September is the season of harvest.

At this time, Xin'an Mansion was in a state of joy, and both ordinary people and the aristocratic families were filled with joy.

Since welcoming the City God, not only have tens of thousands of fields been opened in Xin'an, but the vacant fields have been taken away immediately by taking away refugees and tenants with no land.

In this way, Xin'an's public security pressure will be greatly alleviated. If there are fewer conflicts between civilians and aristocratic families, Xin'an will naturally be a great governance.

In Fang Ming's view, even if the crime of committing crimes is greatly reduced, the hostility in society will be eliminated a lot.

At this time, two old men dressed in farmers were walking side by side on the street, chatting with each other.

"Old man Wu, the rice this year is growing so well. I'll make up for it. At least I can collect a hundred kilograms more. This is really a blessing from the City God..."

"Why did I hear that it was Song Jiedu who gave Tianjuan, the place where dragons were excited, that is supernatural?" Old Man Wu said in confusion.

"I think it is the blessing of the City God! Since the City God came, the incense has been very prosperous. Whether it is the animal at home who is sick or asks his son to send blessings, it has been effective. Is there any news from Anchang that if you believe in the City God, you can maintain a good harvest of land..."

"Then let me ask you! The Zhang family next door doesn't believe in the City God, why does his land have a good harvest? Could it be that this City God even protects him?" Old Man Wu smiled, but asked indifferently.

"This..." The old man who spoke before was a little speechless and forced himself to say: "It's probably because of the mercy of the City God. Seeing that life in the Zhang family is not easy, he gave me kindness..."

"Okay! Just as you said, the increase in production in Xin'an Mansion is also a blessing for the City God?" Old Man Wu said, his voice a little joking.

"Shut up your mouth! Slander the gods in the street, be careful of retribution!" The old man quickly covered Old Man Wu's mouth, bowed in all directions, muttering: "Don't blame Mr. City God! Don't blame Mr. City God!"

But I felt a little regretful and talked about this matter with this old man Wu who did not believe in the City God.

"Okay, go back soon! If it's too late, the farm work will be delayed..." Although Old Man Wu was a little unbelievable about this ghost and gods, he usually heard too much, and some of the three of them became tigers. He also secretly regretted it, but he stopped saying anything and quickly urged the old man to go back.

"That's right! The rice at home still needs to be harvested! Even if you have to pay 50% of the Li family and remove the tax, you can still keep a lot of it. You can have a good New Year..."

When talking about this, the old man's face was filled with gloomy clouds and he was filled with joy.

"Yes! Yes!" Old Man Wu responded. He looked at the sky again and saw some clouds in the distance and some moisture in the air. He suddenly screamed that he was not good.

"Old Sun, look, is it going to rain this day, right?" Old Man Wu has been working in farm work all his life and has rich experience. When he sees the scenery, he knows that something is wrong.

"Damn it!" Old Sun looked up at the sky and couldn't help but scream and scold.

Once it rains, the crops in the fields will be over, and all the hard work that year will be wasted!

"I saw it yesterday, it was still fine, how could it rain..." Old Man Wu could hardly stand and was about to collapse on the ground.

"What should I do?" Old Man Sun was crying without tears, and was a little at a loss.

Old Man Wu had no idea where he got his strength, so he jumped up suddenly, pulled Old Man Sun's sleeve, and said, "What are you still standing there? Go home to harvest rice!"

At this time, the dark clouds were getting denser and the raindrops were not falling. But passers-by also saw that it was wrong. There were many farmers who cried on the side of the road or were in a hurry, and went back to harvest before the rain to reduce losses.

"It's too late!" Lao Sun looked at the sky, and the old tears finally spread: "Thank you for most of your life, I finally have some hope. I don't want it to be like this. God, how slutty you treat me!"

"You...ah..." Old Wu stomped his feet, feeling helpless.

He also knew that looking at the sky, it would rain less than a moment, and even if he went back at this time, how much could he collect?

At this time, a few farmers ran to the center of the city together, and a voice was faintly heard in the wind: "I heard that this city god can not only protect the land and the safety of the house, but also manage the rain. At this time, even if you treat the dead horse as a living horse, you have to try it!"

When Lao Sun heard this, his eyes were filled with glory. He pulled Lao Sun's arm and ran towards the Chenghuang Temple.

"Hey! Lao Sun, are you too sad and fascinated? Our house is not there..." Lao Sun's hand was so strong that it hurts Lao Wu's head.

"I'm not crazy!" Lao Sun didn't look back, but his voice was unprecedentedly calm: "God can't count on him anymore, and he can't collect much food when he goes home. He can only ask the City God to express his compassion and bless us..."

Old Wu instinctively wanted to refuse. But at this time, he was in a desperate situation and wanted to catch even if he had a straw.

Hearing Lao Sun's words, although he even sighed and made trouble, he did not break free. He followed Lao Sun's words to the City God Temple.

In the center of the city city, the City God Temple was kneeling with believers and praying.

Since ancient times, people regard food as the sky, and harvesting in a house is a great matter. In a moment, believers gather. If it takes a while, parents and officials will come to the public offerings, praying to the City God to show their power, dispel the rain clouds, and maintain a good harvest!

When the old grandson saw that the front was full of people and could not squeeze in, he knelt down in the square and muttered: "God of the City God, please disperse the rain clouds and give my family a way out..."

His voice was pious, and he bowed and bowed.

Old Wu was pulled, and there were believers around him. Thinking of his own harvest, he sighed and knelt down. Although he usually did not believe in ghosts and gods, he could not help but pray silently: "If there is really a god, please show your spirit..."

The incense of devout faith, with prayers, turns into a golden wave and enters the City God Dharma Realm.

In the quiet room, Fang Ming opened his eyes, and the golden color flashed in his eyes, and he understood the situation outside.
Chapter completed!