It's a new day, the sun is still high, there are no clouds in the sky, and there is no wind.
The world seemed to be shrouded in high temperatures, and it was so dry that it was on fire.
Village Chief Zhao came to Lao Bai's house early in the morning and handed a bag of silver to Bai Banban.
"Brother, this is fifty taels of silver. Please order some." Village Chief Zhao said.
Bai Banban put the silver on the table and said, "No need to order it, I still can't believe you."
Village Chief Zhao's family only had thirty taels of silver in total. He originally wanted to sell a few acres of farmland, but his family was unwilling, saying that there was a severe drought this year and no one would buy it even if he sold it. In the entire Shenshu Village, only Lao Bai's family can afford it, but they are already willing to help the Zhao family make a fortune, so how can the Bai family spend more money to buy the good land of the Zhao family.
Village Chief Zhao thought for the same reason, so he asked He Shun to borrow twenty taels of silver and agreed to pay it back at the end of the year.
"You haven't eaten yet, let's order some at home."
Xie Chuntao put breakfast in and greeted Village Chief Zhao warmly on a white wooden board.
Village Chief Zhao swallowed when he saw the white steamed buns, thick rice porridge, and scrambled eggs on the Bai family's dining table.
The life of Lao Bai's family was not affected by the drought at all.
There is a severe drought this year and the wheat harvest is not good. Although the Zhao family has stored a lot of food in the past, who knows how long this disaster year will last.
Therefore, the Zhao family has been eating pure white flour steamed buns every day for a long time, and the rice soup is too thin to see people.
These days, I eat oatmeal all the time. Although it is edible, it is rough and not as sweet and smooth as white rice.
"I came here after eating." Village Chief Zhao declined politely, but looked away from the steaming white steamed buns.
"It's been a tough year this year, it's been so dry." Baiban said with emotion.
"It's a good idea for your family. The wheat will not be affected at all." Village Chief Zhao said.
If Lao Bai's family is having a hard time, so are other families in the village.
Strangely enough, Lao Bai's wheat was not affected by drought at all this year, and they had a bumper harvest. Even Yanshu is better than those of other parents.
People have to believe that all this was given to Wang by the daughter of Lao Bai's family.
"In the whole Huaicheng, Yangfeng County is the only one with a harvest, and Yangfeng County is definitely the best in our village. At least the wheat is still in ears. I heard that Qingyang County is the worst this time, and some villages almost exchanged their seeds for food... Village Chief Zhao shook his head and sighed.
"If this continues, we won't be able to farm in the summer, and this autumn's harvest will probably be wasted." There was deep worry in the eyes of the white board.
"Not only this autumn, the ground is so hard without rain. We can't plow the ground in autumn and can't sow wheat in winter. What will happen to next year's harvest? I'm afraid we can only rely on swallows and millet. We can't eat that thing all the time." Village Chief Zhao shook his head and sighed. One day he took the whole village to a foreign land to beg.
"Dad, uncle of the village chief." Xiao Fuyuan walked into the house and saw his father and the village chief talking, and greeted him sweetly.
The village chief felt very good when he saw Xiao Fuyuan's pink smiling face.
"Xiao Yuanbao, when do you think it will rain today?" Village Chief Zhao couldn't help but ask.
Little Fuyuan is very talkative. With such a lucky doll, I'm afraid even God will favor her. Otherwise, why would only Lao Bai's wheat be unaffected during this severe drought?
Now that other families in Shenshu Village can harvest a few percent of their wheat, I'm afraid it's Xiao Fuyuan's good fortune.
"Why are you asking her? How can my daughter know if it's not raining?" Bai Ban said.
He didn't want his daughter to get involved in the rain.
If it doesn't rain, if word gets out, it will affect Xiao Fuyuan's reputation.
"Xiao Fuyuan is very talkative, and I have an idea of whether it will rain or not. If it doesn't rain, my family plans to eat Yan millet and save white flour rice." Village Chief Zhao said his plan, "And I am the villager. "Chang, if it doesn't rain, I should think of a way out for everyone."
Bai Banban felt that what the village chief said made sense.
"Uncle Chief, it will definitely rain." Xiao Fuyuan said calmly.
"When will it rain?" Village Chief Zhao looked hopeful.
"I don't know either. I can only wait until God wants to do it."
White wooden board: "."
Village Chief Zhao: "."
What he said is the same as what he didn't say. If God doesn't want it to rain for ten years, then everyone will starve to death.
"Bang bang bang."
There was a loud sound of gongs and drums outside.
"What's going on outside?" Bai Banban asked.
"I plan to pray for rain today," Village Chief Zhao said.
"Does praying for rain work? When we were young, there was a drought that almost killed people. Praying for rain is of no use at all. If we have the time, we might as well dig more wells." Bai Banban said.
Village Chief Zhao said with disappointment in his eyes: "Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse. Now everyone in the village is afraid that the drought will continue."
In order to pray for rain, the private school took a day off.
The altar for praying for rain was set up in the center of the private school. Incense, candles and fruits were placed on the altar, and a dragon flying in the clouds and mist was painted on the silk next to it.
All the villagers stood in front of the altar with pious faces, clasping their hands in prayer.
As the representative of the village, Village Chief Zhao stood in front of the altar and recited something. After reciting, he dipped a willow branch in water and sprinkled it towards the dragon painted on silk.
At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew in the calm air, which not only knocked over the altar, but also knocked the painting silk to the ground.
Village Chief Zhao turned pale with fear.
The villagers were even more shocked by this unexpected incident. When they reacted, they all knelt down with a frightened sound. Several of the elders among them burst into tears.
"What kind of gods have we offended? God, will you give us a way to survive?"
"God, you haven't had rain for more than half a year. Please give me some rain."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My land is so dry that I can no longer plow it. Are there any people left alive?"
Prayers and cries came and went.
"Village Chief, I'm afraid you can't. If you ask me, it's better to let Xiao Yuanbao come to pray. She is the most blessed child in our village. Maybe God will listen to her." Aunt Hu said tremblingly as she fell into the crowd.
"Yes, yes, let Xiao Yuanbao come." The village chief's wife shouted, she was already crying, how could her man offend the Dragon King. Is it possible that the Dragon King also likes good-looking men, but his men are too ugly to attract the Dragon King's attention? Otherwise, why would the evil wind blow by?
"Let Xiao Yuanbao come."
"She's blessed."
"Where is Xiao Yuanbao? Pick her up quickly."
People in the village were shouting and looking for Xiao Fuyuan.
Xiao Fuyuan stood in the crowd and watched the excitement, holding a piece of cake given by A Zhen in her hand.
Then Bai Dazhuang lifted him to the altar with a confused look on his face.
"My young master should be able to do it, and he is also a blessed man." Wu Xiaoying stood in the crowd and watched the excitement, and it was not a big deal.
He felt that his young master belonged to the True Dragon Emperor group and there was nothing wrong with him standing in front of the altar.
"Then why are you still standing there? Bring your young master up." Village Chief Zhao shouted after he came back to his senses.
Wu Xiaoying carried A Zhen, who had a dark face, to Xiao Fuyuan's side.
Everyone scrambled to rearrange the altar.
Then, the two people who were equally confused were handed a willow branch by Village Chief Zhao.
After reacting, Xiao Fuyuan imitated the village chief and swept the water-soaked willow branch towards the Dragon King's portrait and said, "God, please make it rain quickly."
As soon as Xiao Fuyuan finished speaking, A Zhen looked calm, raised the willow branch in his hand and pointed it at the sky, and said angrily: "God, you are in vain for causing drought in the world."
