On September 23rd, the almanac is a good day, and it is suitable for sacrifices, marriages, and slaughtering animals.

The almanac is a good day, and this day is also a good day. After a few days of rain, God finally cleared up. The sun shone on the earth, but the air was very cold.

But the cold cannot stop the enthusiasm of the villagers of Caojialing Village, Hupiyi, Zhongwei, Chenyang. Today is undoubtedly a very grand and special day for them.

Because, just today, they will usher in the legendary imperial envoy Wei Sheren who fought against the sky, the earth, bravely sacrificed for the people and dared to fight against the gods.

In order to welcome the arrival of Wei Sheren and to celebrate the completion of the newly completed "Weisheren Temple", the villagers of Caojialing Village were moved early in the morning. Not only were they, but they all came within a radius of dozens of miles. They, with a simple and pious heart, just to see the respectful appearance of the imperial envoy Wei Sheren, and to get close to this good official in Qingtian who was afraid of even the gods.

Wei Liangchen, who reacted a little bit from the initial confusion, adjusted his mentality with the fastest movement in his life and tried hard to suppress his inner excitement.

The people are so simple!

Wei Liangchen sighed sincerely. What he saw in front of him was really the noise of gongs and drums, firecrackers and red flags, and crowds of people.

Wei Liangchen, who felt the enthusiasm of the people, was extremely proud. In the eyes of the crowd, he looked at the distant mountains and asked Chen Lian next to him excitedly: "Do you see the light on that mountain?"

"Light?"

Chen Lian carefully looked at the mountain that Wei Sheren mentioned, but found that it was just a bald mountain, not only without light, but also without green leaves.

No future.

Wei Liangchen was very dissatisfied with Shenlian's attitude, and he missed Li Wei a little. If Li Wei was there, he would have seen at a glance that the mountain had been shining with golden light since Wei Sheren appeared.

However, today is a really good day. Liangchen did not feel disappointed because of his indifference. He rode a tall horse with great enthusiasm, wearing a black hat, and waved enthusiastically to the people along the way.

"Hello fellow villagers!"

"Thank you for your hard work, fellow villagers!"

"I'll see you on behalf of the emperor!"

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The greetings from the imperial envoy, from Beijing, and from the emperor excited the people who were the most important officials who could meet in their life, the magistrate.

Some elderly people were even more in tears: Such a good official, such a young and promising official, is really hard to find with a lantern.

Wei Liangchen turned over from his horse, ignored the dissuasion of Chen Lian and others, and insisted on walking among the people and greeting each other warmly.

One simple and effective sentence after another came out of his mouth, but from beginning to end, he humbly emphasized to the villagers that he was visiting everyone on behalf of the emperor.

"This scene must be recorded in the Little Statue Legend when you look back." During his busy schedule, Wei Liangchen did not forget to take the time to whisper a smile on his face, accompanying him to comfort Jiang Fangyin who was on the front line.

Jiang Fangyin is the author of "The Biography of the Little Statue of Wei Sheren", and this book has not been released yet. To be precise, after knowing that the people in front of him were building a temple for Wei Sheren, Jiang Fangyin, who had no teacher, knocked on Wei Sheren's door overnight, and then carefully discussed with him the possibility of editing "The Biography of the Little Statue of Wei Sheren".

Wei Liangchen was shocked by Jiang Fangyin's thoughts. Almost instantly, he felt like a close friend, and he wanted to kill the chicken head and drink yellow wine with the other party to become brothers of different surnames.

However, considering that this Juren Jiang was a little older and his wife must have become older, after repeated consideration, Wei Sheren decided not to eat dumplings.

However, he strongly affirmed Jiang Fangyin's idea of ​​publishing a book and biography for him, and said that he must publish this book in the world no matter what, so that officials and gentry in the world must know one thing, that is, as long as they are officials and are willing to make decisions for the people, they will definitely be able to live in the hearts of the people.

"Don't worry, I've made a final decision in my heart!" Jiang Fangyin's look of "I'm doing things, don't worry", which made Wei Liangchen feel very relieved.

The release of the book "The Biography of the Little Statue of Wei Sheren" is something that Wei Liangchen attaches great importance to. Whether he can kill the city god and build a temple to spread the world is crucial.

Hey!

Wei Liangchen, who was talking to a white-haired old man kindly, suddenly noticed that there were several young sisters-in-laws in the crowd who looked charming, and couldn't help but want to come forward to present a poem to them.

But how can an official be so unrestrained?

Wei Sheren walked through the younger sister-in-law with a heartache. Today is a great day. Such a good weather is really suitable for convening a women's meeting... Oh, no, it is a good day for Wei Sheren, who is dedicated to serving the people and the country.

"Sir, your ancestral temple is ahead!" Li looked at Wei Sheren step by step as he walked towards him.

"Oh, is that?"

Wei Liangchen speeded up his pace. Everything in front was empty, but only the ancestral temple was real. At this moment, he wanted to see what kind of ancestral hall the people built for him and what kind of small statue they created for him.

The crowd followed Weisheren like a tide and rushed to the "Weisheren Temple" at the east end of the town.

The craftsmen who participated in the construction of the "Weisheren Temple" were also very excited at this time, and they were also very grateful, because just yesterday, the ancestral hall had not yet topped.

When Wei Sheren, who learned that he dared to kill the city god and asked for nectar for the people of Liaodong, actually, behind the Tiger Sie Post, the villagers organized manpower to work overnight, and finally added a cap to the ancestral hall at dawn, and asked Wei Sheren to come and watch as he wished.

What a great honor!

With the eyes of unparalleled numbers, Wei Sheren came to his temple.

He has petrified.

Because what he saw was a so-called ancestral hall about the same size as a land temple.

It is about two meters high and about two meters wide.

It looks like a square building with red tiles on the roof. The entire temple is made of blue bricks and slurry is applied to the outside. Because it was not long since the construction time, it is obvious that the slurry has not yet been opened, and some places have even been washed away by rain.

This temple was very disliked by Wei Sheren and was very uncomfortable. He felt that it was good for the people to admire him, but he could not fool him like this.

In his imagination, even if his ancestral temple cannot compare to the Confucius Temple, it should be stronger than the mountain temple. But what is the land temple in front of him?

He thought of the past life, on the roadside in his hometown, where villagers burn paper money during festivals and festivals.

Yes, that's also a land temple.

"Sheren, please go in and see the small statue!" Li Zheng and his fellow villagers did not notice that Wei Sheren was in a very bad mood at this time, and happily invited him to "light gold" for the small statue.

The so-called "drawing gold" is not really a gold point, but a brush is used on the carved clay statue to point it in each of the two eyes to give the finishing touch. It is auspicious, commonly known as "drawing gold".

The villagers' starting point is good, but they have no plans, and they are spontaneous behaviors and no financial support. It is rare to build such a sacred temple.

Wei Sheren comforted himself like this, and he couldn't bear to ignore the kindness of his fellow villagers, so he walked into the temple surrounded by Li Zhengxiang and others.

The place is really small, and when there are too many people, it seems crowded. Chen Lian and others stood outside and didn't follow in.

Fortunately, Wei Sheren's small statue still satisfies Wei Sheren.

Although this little look was carved with clay embryo, the young, handsome and upright face of clay is still very consistent with Wei Sheren's assessment of his appearance.

At the same time, the mud statue was wearing nine-curved hairpins, a big red python robe, and a jade belt and elephant scepter, which made Wei Sheren look at his image with admiration.

"Okay, okay."

Wei Liangchen said three good words in a row, so everyone around him praised him at the same time. The fellow townsmen and the craftsmen involved in the carving also fell to their hearts, and the smiles on their faces became even brighter.

"Please order the imperial envoy to order gold!"

Amid the sound of firecrackers, Wei Liangchen smiled and pointed gold for his statue. When he walked out of the ancestral hall, he suddenly stopped and said to the righteous person who followed behind with shame: "What kind of virtue is this official? I dare to help the villagers build this temple for me. I am really sorry."

Li Zheng was complimenting, and Liang Chen shook his head repeatedly when he heard it. He didn't say anything. Finally, he said earnestly: "It is hard for the villagers to refuse their kindness, so I will accept it. Well, it is rare that the villagers treat me like this. I will come here often in the future."
Chapter completed!