Then again, for example, at the beginning of Wenda Tianshi's fortune. I got the big local chicken, and some people complained about this kind of thing.

But really for city dwellers, they want to eat this kind of real local chicken. And when you eat it during the bird flu, it's like Korean sticks eating pork ribs, and it's something you can take to your neighbor's house to show off. It's even several times more difficult!

"Father Shang suddenly asked why is this for?" Zhao Ji was strange, why did Wen Fei suddenly become interested in sowing seeds?

Wen Fei said with a smile: "I don't know if my Da Song is short of food!"

Zhao Ji laughed: "My Great Song Dynasty lacks nothing except copper coins!"

Wen Fei smiled bitterly, in addition to the northwest, this Great Song Dynasty is really not short of food. It can be said that the Great Song Dynasty occupies the richest place in China.

Especially in the early and middle period of the Northern Song Dynasty, after the introduction of Champong rice, the yield of two crops a year and three crops a year. Completely threw the north, which was not too big before, into an invisible place.

Forget it, Wen Fei originally expected to make a fuss about wheat. It seems that the cultivation of rice in the north will not be until after the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Thinking of this, Wen Fei couldn't help but sigh. Can't use this extremely damaging killing move to harm the Liao Kingdom, for the black-bellied guy of Wenda Heavenly Master. I always feel uncomfortable in my heart.

But it doesn't matter, it's just a matter of waiting another half a year. Around the autumn equinox, it is probably time to plant wheat.

At that time, it is time to clean up Fang La, and then carry out an economic campaign against Liao. to food, war on all fronts. Use a soft knife to cut some meat from Liao and taste it.

Next. Wen Fei naturally found a craftsman to purify and refine the gold, so that it could be exchanged for money in modern time and space.

Just when Wen Fei was busy in the Northern Song Dynasty, he definitely didn't expect how much wind and waves a small butterfly would cause when it flapped its wings.

And this originally inconspicuous little butterfly. Naturally, it's the current fanatic Mr. Sam.

When he left Qilian Mountain, he kept returning to his own country all the way. The place where it appears today is a seventeenth-century manor. Although it is in the land of the New World, it is full of Victorian style.

Triangular gables, high roofs, protruding eaves, fan-shaped bucket arches, stylish corner towers, balconies with door pillars, and even more vivid and ornate colors, of course, were said two centuries ago.

Over here. It is a manor house belonging to a respected gentleman. Including this estate. The surrounding tens of thousands of acres of land are attached to this estate, for the owner of this estate, Mr. Ebel.

Today, in this old manor, the lights are bright, and even the fountain in front of the gate is beautifully decorated with colorful lights.

But there are no well-dressed sideburns, let alone well-dressed guests. Obviously, the whole estate is so beautifully furnished. But not a single dance party was organized.

In fact, it's one in this manor. The atmosphere is strict and oppressive in the room. The mahogany topped with velvet high-backed chairs, each one full of people.

These people, too, have stern expressions and are neatly dressed. Dividing the two sides is like carrying out the above strict issues.

The lights are not very bright, even a little depressing. It complements this old-fashioned and strict conference room.

And standing on the red carpet in the middle of the conference room, facing ten pairs of gloomy eyes. Sam, who seems peaceful and quiet. He was even wearing a black robe, and his whole temperament seemed more and more quiet.

"Do you know, Mr. Miller, why you called us all here?" said a bald old man sitting at the very top. He was also eighty-five years old, and he looked old and tired. Even hearing his voice gives people a strong desire to go to sleep. And he is none other than the owner of the estate, Abel.

In fact, everyone sitting here is not very young, and the youngest one is over sixty years old. However, one thing is the same, and these are all in the hands of huge amounts of money and power.

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

"If there is no very important discovery, I dare not alarm you lightly. You know, although I am poorer than the hairs you pluck casually, I also cherish my little life!" Sam said.

"Then, Mr. Miller, tell me of your important discovery! If you do discover Shambhala, you will see how merciful we are, and how soon you will be freed from poverty. It was still the owner of the manor, Able, who was speaking.

"Actually, I didn't find Shambala. He said, deliberately selling a pass.

But these people are all old foxes, and the last thing they lack is patience. They knew very well that Sam would not dare to tease them indiscriminately, otherwise it would be the best fate to be put in a bag and thrown into the sea and disappear.

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

"Or rather, I've discovered Shambhala. But it doesn't matter, because I have a bigger direction!" he said, shaking his clothes, "Don't you see anything special about my clothes?"

In fact, they have long since discovered this. But liking to take the initiative is the habit of these high-ranking people. Able said lightly: "Mr. Miller, I remember that you are a real American. Isn't it? There are very few real Americans who like to talk in circles like that!"

Sam had to shrug his shoulders and say, "Okay, guys. I have good news for you, I have taken refuge. I met a god who walks in the world!"

"What......?"

"This is ridiculous!"

"Nonsense!"

All kinds of words make these old people who have been silent like pouring a few drops of cold water into a frying pan. Everyone was in a clamour, a lot of noise.

It's not that they don't believe in the existence of a true God, it's because they do. That's why I feel even more ridiculous. In this world, can there still be gods who walk on the earth?

This can't be? This is not a thousand or two thousand years ago.

"Do you know what you're talking about?, Mr. Miller, if you continue to talk like this drunken nonsense, you're going to pay enough for your actions!" Abel shouted. It's no longer the drooping old look that can't even open your glasses.

Miller did not speak, and the power of a qiē language was pale. Any faith is based on miracles, and I will use your power to manifest in this world, my Lord. Win the most critical group of believers for you!

Sam prayed, and opened one of his hands. I saw a pure and crystalline brilliance emerge from Miller's palm.

The light even illuminated the entire conference room in an instant, and such a brilliant and brilliant light was fleeting.

Almost at a time when everyone has just seen clearly and felt the splendor and greatness of this power. The brilliance is gone.

In an instant, the entire noisy conference room was completely silent. Everyone felt it, thoughtfully.

"See?" Sam gasped with a little excitement, "It's not any ability, not even magic or anything like that. This is divine art, this is pure divine brilliance!"

Listen to Sam's voice echo throughout the conference room, all those old men, those who have countless money and power, and who can make the most powerful nation on the blue planet tremble with a stomp of their feet.

The way they looked at Sam was no longer the kind of high-minded master, but a faint awe.

Listen to Sam say, "This is a god who walks on the earth, a demigod who has not yet exalted the capital of the kingdom in the sky. Distinguished gentlemen, do you know what this will mean?"

Everyone's eyes were in a trance, and a new god appeared, and everyone knew very well what it meant. But I couldn't help but listen to Sam.

It's like a lot of times, women listen to the sweet words that are ripe, but they still want to say it again from the man's mouth!

"St. Matthew, St. Mark, St. Luke, St. John......" as Sam pronounces each name. These people's bodies were as excited as if a donkey had been whipped.

"Representing the Kingdom of God!" Sam continued, taking a moment's breath, "It's clear to each of us that we've been studying the supernatural, magical, and paranormal for so many years...... Every one of us knows that material things 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 decay......" Sam said to the sermon, "But the kingdom of God can protect us!"

The applause of "......" continued to resound throughout the conference room, and these old men, who originally seemed to be dying, now burst out with great energy and enthusiasm. The applause literally toppled the roof of the conference room.

Sam felt that he was still unsatisfied, and then said: "All the distinguished gentlemen know what kind of development prospects a sect with a real body will have! The old sect, the development of thousands of years, is intertwined. Even if you go up to the Heavenly Mountain, you will only become the most insignificant one of them......"

But in front of the new god, there was nothing. Think about it, what have those secret monks been doing all these years?" (To be continued......)