Winter destroyed seedlings: "..."
childish.
No wonder, no wonder Lord Xia made her complete the sacrifice to the God of Temperance.
Dong Huimiao waved his hand generously: "It's my treat today, what do you want to eat?"
Xia Chuhe: "Stewed goose in an iron pot".
"Okay." Dong Huimiao readily agreed and searched the farm carefully. After searching for a long time, she didn't even miss a crack in the ground, but she still couldn't find the goose.
Xia Chuhe chuckled: "Alright, I know there are no geese. This afternoon, I'll stew some pigeon soup to nourish the women and children, and also make a pork stew."
With yesterday's braised rice as a foundation, even more believers came today drawn by the aroma. Knowing that the Xia family had limited bowls and chopsticks, the believers brought their own, coming prepared.
Preparing dishes, gathering faith, just like yesterday, need not be elaborated upon.
Time naturally came to the seventh day.
Xia Chuhe received a rare, proactive contact from the Goddess of Chastity.
Three days have passed since the sacrifice to the Goddess of Chastity was offered. The Goddess of Chastity asked Xia Chuhe to offer a maidservant, but Xia Chuhe has yet to make a move.
Today, the goddess of chastity finally issued a divine decree: "Before the red silk was offered at my altar, evil beasts devoured everything you possess."
Ah, this is a blatant threat—if you don't hand over your bride to me, I will no longer protect your home, and evil beasts will devour everything you own.
Xia Chuhe stroked the glittering little Taotie, not taking the god's threat to heart.
As expected, the evil beast arrived that night. A large, dark shadow with many arms slapped down on the Xia family's courtyard, breaking the wall in half.
The blacksmith swallowed hard. "Isn't your house protected by gods? Tonight... tonight..."
Levin stared intently at the dark figure, silently calling out the name of the Gluttonous God.
Xia Chuhe frowned and instructed Dong Huimiao to move all the tables from the other rooms to the kitchen, put them together, and let everyone hide under the tables.
The dark figure kept pounding on the courtyard wall, striking the ground and the wall surface.
Soil and tiles were falling from the roof with a rustling sound.
The blacksmith was physically weak, and his movements to dodge the table were a few beats slower than others, almost getting hit by it several times.
He had just tucked his feet under the table when the roof collapsed with a deafening roar, and countless clods of earth and tiles crashed onto the thin tabletop.
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