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"Puff!"

Suddenly, Su Xun fell to the ground holding the idol.

"My Lord God!"

Seeing this scene, a dozen beggars panicked instantly.

"Don't touch him, he just fell asleep, maybe the god...the **** emperor is telling him something."

Old man Wu stopped the person who was going to help Su Xun, because he was the closest, and he saw that Su Xun was just asleep suddenly.

He was already a little loose in his heart.

To make people fall asleep suddenly and fall into a dream, the Grand Master definitely does not have this ability, and has never heard of Wu Sheng having this ability.

Is it really a god?

After a while, Su Xun opened his eyes and stood up from the ground.

"My Son of God."

The crowd looked at Su Xun for a while, wanting to know what the God Emperor had given to Su Xun.

Su Xun ignored them, but walked into the temple step by step holding the statue.

At this moment, everyone found that Su Xun's temperament had changed.

Everyone automatically made up for it, and it must be the **** emperor who just called him.

Everyone gave way and followed him carefully.

Su Xun came to the incense table where the gods were placed in the ruined temple. He didn't know where the original **** was, so he placed his own **** on it.

Then he turned around and looked at the crowd and said in a deep voice: "Just now the gods have fallen into a dream, and the gods have given me a way to take everyone to fill their stomachs and no longer have to starve."

Looking at Su Xun, who had a completely different temperament in front of him, Old Man Wu truly believed in God.

Because apart from this reason, he really couldn't think of any way to turn a beggar into a different person.

"Thank you God, thank you Lord God."

When everyone heard this, they were all excited and knelt down.

In an era of superstition, scholars did not believe in gods, but the poorer the people, the more they believed this, because this was their only spiritual sustenance.

"Now hand in all the money in your body first."

Su Xun gave his first order as a son of god.

No one hesitated, these people who were too lazy to beg when they were beggars did not hesitate to take out the copper savings they had saved.

It's like those who are so poor that they can't even eat food, but they have to prepare joss sticks to worship in the temple every festive season.

For another example, it's like those licking, dogs, eating instant noodles without hesitation to give the goddess red envelopes.

These beggars have just experienced the miracle personally, and naturally they firmly believe in the **** emperor Jiuxiao and Su Xun.

Finally, collect all the money, only 20 liters in total.

Su Xun didn't expect how much money he could get, mainly because he wanted to try if he could order these people. Now it seems that there is no problem at all.

With his own money, there are more than 900 texts in total.

Say no more, say less, no less.

More than nine hundred texts in this world is not worth the money of a glass of wine from the nobles, but it is enough to make an ordinary family of three live for a month.

The gap between rich and poor is that big.

In the evening, all the beggars came back, and these people remained dubious about the affairs of the Emperor Nine Heavens.

Su Xun spent divine energy into dreams, and then added dozens of believers.

These beggars are of the more diligent kind, and many people save money and want to return home to buy a family business.

So Su Xun has gained a lot from them, adding up to a total of three taels of silver.

A couple of dollars is enough to realize his next plan.

The next plan is to lead the beggars to get rich, strengthen their faith, and spread the manifestation of gods by the way.

He is not in this world. Those monks and Taoist priests only know how to cheat incense money. He is a true god. It doesn't matter whether money is money or not, but it must be faith that believers truly worship.

In order to make money, those monks and Taoists certainly hope that their followers are all rich and nobles.

What Su Xun needs is faith, so he must develop believers from the bottom and expand this scope step by step.

Because, no matter what the world, the bottom people are the largest proportion of the population.

……………

The next day, in the morning.

Su Xun took Wu Zhen to the street.

"God, what are we going to do." Wu Zhen now believes in Su Xun's identity.

Su Xun replied: "Buy clothes first."

"Buy clothes?" The town was a little dazed, but didn't question anything.

Su Xun spent five hundred words to buy a piece of black coarse linen for himself and Old Man Wu, which changed the image of a beggar.

Then I went to buy a big iron pot, and bought the spices such as star anise and cinnamon in several different medicine stores.

Iron is more expensive, and a pot will cost him a couple of silver.

Finally, I spent a little money to buy a lot of pig offal.

The pig offal is the offal, pig offal.

These days, people, rich or poor, generally eat meat and don’t eat water. They think it’s dirty and not delicious, so Su Xun bought a lot for a small amount of money.

Yes, all he has to do is stewed pork offal.

People in this world don't eat pigs and they just can't deal with it. After all, it's a world that hasn't even invented cooking.

In the history of the earth, cooking only began to flourish during the Song Dynasty, and cooking hasn’t appeared in this world, let alone braised.

Su Xun believed that once the braised pig miscellaneous was born, it would definitely conquer the appetite of the people of these different worlds.

After shopping, he called a few beggars to help and took back the ruined temple.

Everyone has no objection to Su Xun spending money. After all, what happened to Lord God Son spending some money? what happened!

It is your honor to spend your money, Lord God! It's the blessing of your last life!

Now these beggars think this way.

Set up an iron pot in the ruined temple, boil the brine on the fire, and then throw the cleaned pig offal into the pot for marinating.

Soon after, a scent that stimulated people's taste buds wafted in the ruined temple. After the three scents were mixed, the taste was mouth-watering.

All the beggars, including Wu Zhen, never thought that the pig offal that no one ate could become so fragrant.

"Come on, everyone, have a taste, old man, you come first."

Su Xun handed the chopsticks to Wu Zhen.

Wu Zhen still hesitated. After all, the idea that pigs are dirty and difficult to eat has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but after smelling the strong fragrance, he finally couldn't resist the temptation, and threw a piece of confusion into his mouth.

Everyone stared at him blankly.

"It's delicious. I have lived for most of my life. I never thought that this pig would be so delicious."

Wu Zhen's eyes lit up, and after swallowing, he said with unfinished thoughts.

When the others heard this, they all came forward to taste it.

"It's so delicious, it's worthy of being taught by the gods, it can actually make pigs into the water so delicious."

"This is all the merits of the gods and sons of gods."

"It's so delicious, it's the best thing I've eaten in so many years."

A group of beggars were just like the New Year, and some cried as they ate, and cried as they ate.

Su Xun hasn't forgotten to brainwash them: "These are all the instructions of the emperor. We all bow down and thank the deity. With the deity, we will be better tomorrow."

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