Magistrate Tong was extremely grateful that his family left half a day earlier.
He could only hope that the strong wind would not blow against his family.
At this moment, huge raindrops from the sky fell towards the three people.
"Patta, patta~~"
The master's eyes widened in shock.
"Sir, it's raining!"
Oh my god, the God Army is truly amazing.
The Heavenly God Army just captured Shiquan City yesterday, and it started raining inside the city today.
The official road was rugged and their carriage could not go fast, so they rested for several hours at night.
Because they didn't see the Heavenly God Army chasing them, they were not in a hurry to travel.
At this time, they should be located between Shiquan City and Wuyi City.
It's raining so hard here, which shows that it must be raining heavily in Shiquan City at this time.
"Yeah, it's raining!"
Magistrate Tong wiped the raindrops from the corner of his mouth and suddenly felt extremely melancholy.
The rain that he had been looking forward to for so many months finally fell when he left Shiquan City.
If the news gets out that it rains wherever this divine army captures, will Emperor Wu of Liang still have a chance of winning?
The people don’t care who is the emperor. Whoever can solve their current difficulties will be the emperor in their hearts.
His unborn nephew----
Magistrate Tong closed his eyes and sighed deeply, letting the rain hit his face.
"No wonder we hear thunder and lightning all the way." The master wiped the rain from his face and sighed excitedly.
"It seems that those thunders we heard earlier were the Heavenly God Army praying to the God King for rain!"
"It's amazing! It rained so heavily in just over an hour..."
As for praying for rain, during a month of drought, each city would look for many Taoist priests to pray for rain, but unfortunately no one was successful.
Thunder and lightning are not uncommon, but the excitement always ends in vain.
It seems that the people they found are not capable enough.
Look at King Yongchang. He prayed for help and got rain, and it was such heavy rain.
Magistrate Tong listened to his lawyer smacking the raindrops in his mouth and sighing constantly, feeling very annoyed.
The more powerful the Heavenly God Army is, the harder it will be for his nephew to get ahead in the future...
The more the rain hit Tong Zhifu's face, the more confused he became...
The yamen runner lying next to him saw the rain getting heavier and heavier, so he quickly sat up from the ditch and hurriedly took the bag on his back.
"Sir, Master, please eat some steamed buns first. Once they are soaked in water, there will be nothing left to eat..."
The yamen runner took out a steamed bun from his bag with a smile on his face and stuffed one into the hands of Magistrate Tong and the legal advisor.
Eat your fill first so you have enough energy before you can continue on your journey.
The carriage was dragged away by the horses, and the rest of the journey could only be made on foot.
The bailiff took out a snow-white and fragrant steamed bun and took a big bite.
He looked at the stunned master and urged,
"Master, eat quickly, it smells so good..."
The lawyer sat up suddenly and looked at the white flour bun in his hand, and couldn't help feeling nauseous.
He suppressed his nausea and raised his eyelids to look at the yamen runner who was eating happily.
"Where did you get these buns?"
The water in the canal was getting higher and higher, and Magistrate Tong could no longer lie still.
He sat up, holding the steamed bun in his hand, and frowned at the yamen runner, "Your bag is full of steamed buns?"
The yamen runner was slightly startled, swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth with the rain, shrank his neck and said,
"They are the steamed buns that Master gave to General Dong this morning."
"I took it from General Dong's room."
"General Dong is dead, so it would be a waste if I don't take this bun."
"I think we need some dry food to keep going, so..."
The yamen runner looked at the two adults' increasingly dark faces and spoke in a lower and lower voice.
He really didn't understand why the two adults looked so angry.
Dong Wenfeng is dead. If he doesn't take these steamed buns, won't they be given to others for free?
If he had not had a flash of inspiration when preparing the carriage and sneaked into Dong Wenfeng's room to take the steamed buns, these steamed buns would have been taken away by those elite soldiers long ago.
In the morning, when he followed his master to deliver such fragrant steamed buns to Dong Wenfeng, he was already very greedy.
He no longer remembers what the white flour buns taste like.
Just ate it, it's still so sweet...
Tong Zhifu looked at the half-chewed bun in the mouth of the yamen runner, and his heart surged.
“Ugh~~”
He was still holding back his temper, but when he saw Tong Zhifu vomiting, he couldn't hold it back any longer.
“Ugh~”
The yamen runners looked on in bewilderment as Tong Zhifu and his lawyer threw the fragrant steamed buns into the canal, and the two climbed to the shore while spitting...
"this-----"
The yamen runner looked at the increasing amount of water in the canal, and hurriedly climbed up with his wet bag.
The strong wind mixed with heavy rain hit their faces, it was so painful.
Magistrate Tong crawled to the edge of the canal and didn't even dare to stand up.
The wind is still so strong that it is easy to be blown into the ditch if you stand up.
The three of them lay shivering on the ground, letting the violent wind and rain wash over their bodies...
Magistrate Tong held on to the edge of the canal with both hands, and was occasionally hit by small stones blown up by the storm.
A tear flowed from the corner of his eye due to the pain, but was quickly washed away by the merciless rain.
He had never been so miserable in his life, and just thinking about it made him feel extremely sad...
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