Ah Zhen's roar was like thunder on the ground.
The piety of praying for rain in Shenshu Village was torn apart.
The villagers were shocked into a terrifying silence. When they reacted, they exploded.
He knelt on the ground with a thud.
Xiao Fuyuan: "..."
At this time, Wu Xiaoying regretted carrying A Zhen to the rain praying platform.
A Zhen glanced at the villagers, continued to hold his head high, raised the willow branch in his hand to the sky, and said loudly: "God, you are so arrogant..."
"Stop shouting, stop shouting." Village Chief Zhao reacted and crawled to the rain praying platform, holding A Zhen's arm to drag him down.
A Zhen turned sideways towards Xiao Fuyuan. The village chief knocked over the sacrifices and silk. The big bowl of fruit on the table rolled down and hit the village chief's feet. The village chief almost fell to the ground in pain and fainted.
"Wu Xiaoying, catch him." The village chief took a breath, bared his teeth and turned to shout to Wu Xiaoying in the crowd.
A Zhen glared at Wu Xiaoying, but Wu Xiaoying did not dare to move.
"What should I do if I piss off God? It was already a drought, and now it won't rain." Someone said with a cry.
This is too rebellious. What should I do if I offend God?
What if God is angry and there is no rain for a few years, how will the people survive?
"Just let Xiao Yuanbao go up by herself. She is the village owner and God has to give her some respect. Who let A Zhen go up?" An old man trembled and cried, "Now I have offended God. It's over, it's over."
Who asked A Zhen to go up?
It wasn't Wu Xiaoying who proposed it, the village chief agreed.
The villagers looked at Wu Xiaoying and almost burst into flames.
"This child is so ignorant that he even scolded God. Is he allowed to scold God?" The villagers were extremely angry at A Zhen's rebellious behavior.
Except for the Lao Bai family, no one in the village knows A Zhen's true identity. Even if they knew, they would think that his behavior was treasonous. Even God dared to scold him.
"Why can't you scold?" A Zhen threw away the wicker in his hand, crossed his arms and looked around.
"Wu Xiaoying, listen to these treacherous words and ask your young master to come down quickly." An elderly man in the village pointed at A Zhen and shouted to Wu Xiaoying. .
Even if you are the nephew of General Meng, you cannot blame God even if you have great achievements.
"If you ask me, God should be scolded. You didn't mess with it and farmed diligently, but it hasn't rained yet. From last winter to this summer, the river dried up and the crops died." A Zhen said confidently , "Does such a God deserve you to be so pious?"
The people in the village were stunned. They had never thought of it this way.
The Nanguan Mountain area is completely dependent on the weather for food. If the weather is good, you can have enough food, but if there is drought or flood, you can't have enough food.
Our ancestors have been here like this, and no one has ever blamed God.
Xiao Fuyuan turned his head to look at A Zhen and sighed slightly. Brother A Zhen still didn't understand the thoughts of the villagers.
For the villagers, praying for rain at this time is not a sign of submission to God, but a psychological comfort for themselves.
Everyone relies on farming to survive. What do you want everyone to do?
There is no advanced rainfall technology, and it is impossible to dig mountains to draw water. All we can do in the face of drought is to pray for rain.
"The God who tortures the common people in this way should have a hole opened." A Zhen continued.
At this time, the villagers were so frightened that they fell down again, praying to God not to blame them.
"Oh my God, this is a child's ignorant nonsense. Don't be angry." The village chief turned over and knelt down, praying tremblingly.
"Yes, God, please forgive him."
"He is still a child and is ignorant."
The people in the village followed the village chief and kowtowed to the sky.
Xiao Fuyuan sighed, stood in front of the rain praying platform, clasped his hands, and said word by word: "God, brother A Zhen cares about the people of the world. When he saw the world's drought, he was so anxious that he spoke without hesitation. Please also ask. Don’t blame me, your lord has a lot of them, please make it rain quickly.”
Xiao Fuyuan pulled A Zhen: "Brother A Zhen, you learn from me."
A Zhen snorted and said, "It's a strange thing to blame God for your silence."
"I'm not asking you to pray for rain, it's just to make everyone feel better." Xiao Fuyuan said helplessly.
Ah Zhen seems to have offended the whole village now. If it weren't for He Shun, Wu Xiaoying, Xie Xiaolian and others getting along well with the villagers, everyone would have come up to beat Ah Zhen.
You know, in everyone's hearts, God is much more important than the royal family.
What's more, everyone doesn't know that he was born into the royal family.
A Zhen stood motionless.
The anger level of the villagers has reached its peak, and the air is filled with sparks that are ready to ignite.
Xiao Fuyuan showed a sweet smile to everyone, clasped his hands and looked up at the sky, and continued: "God, you care about the world, please make it rain quickly."
Seeing Xiao Fuyuan's pious face, the villagers' anger at A Zhen was relieved slightly.
"Our little Yuanbao is very talkative. She asked for rain. Will God agree?" Aunt Hu asked cautiously.
"That will definitely work. Xiao Yuanbao can also speak in front of God." said the village chief's wife.
Everyone stared at Xiao Fuyuan with hopeful eyes, as if it would rain if they looked a few more times.
"It's not good! It's not good! There is a thief in the house." Eugene Gui ran out of the house holding Xiao Lang panting.
"Where did the thief come from?" Old Mrs. Bai asked, "You are already a mother, and you are still irritable. Isn't Qiu Mother at home?"
Eugene Gui said tremblingly: "There are really thieves, a group of thieves."
"There's a thief, there's a thief." Someone shouted again.
"Let's go see what's going on."
Everyone looked at each other and left from the rain praying platform. The men picked up the stone sticks on the ground.
Shenshu Village is the most united village in the Nanguan Mountain area. Every family has always dealt with thieves in the village. It has a reputation for being tough and tough in driving away thieves, and thieves have been avoiding it for so many years.
Even if the doors and windows are not closed at ordinary times, nothing has been lost.
Now, which blind thief dares to come to Shenshu Village to steal things?
Soon, the thief was dragged to the open space in front of Lao Bai's house by the villagers.
Not one thief, but a group of a dozen.
This group of thieves included men, women, and children. They were all in ragged clothes and skinny and hungry. They only had a pair of big, scary eyes.
Rather than saying they are thieves, they are more like a group of starving victims in a famine.
Especially the family of four who came in from Lao Bai's house, a young couple with two children.
The older boy was about the same age as Da Lang, with bulging ribs. He was holding a big steamed bun stolen from the kitchen of Lao Bai's house and devouring it hungrily. The younger girl, about three years old, had a slender neck supporting her big head and her breathing was weak.
"...If I couldn't survive, I would never steal again." The woman hugged her daughter and knelt down towards the old lady Bai. Her body was so thin that she could fall over if the wind blew.
The man sat aside with a numb face and a festering wound on his leg.
"...We are not thieves."
"We can't survive this."
"Please, please let us go."
These victims, who were knocked down by the wind, begged the villagers of Shenshu Village for mercy.
(End of chapter)
