Soon the rain started.
A cloud dropped a torrential rain, but the strange thing was that the rain only fell on the green crops, but not on the surrounding dry fields.
"Uh... why did it rain? Why did it only rain on the Huang family's land?"
"No way. Could it be that Buddha also disliked poverty and loved wealth? We often burn incense for Buddha!"
"The Huang family has occupied the water source and the crops are still prosperous. Why did the Buddha only give rain to the Huang family and not care about us people?"
Witnessing this strange scene, more than 200 villagers not named Huang were stunned and started talking.
“Isn’t even God unfair in this world?”
The world is like this, and the gods are like this, so do ordinary people still have a way to survive?
I thought God opened his eyes, but it turns out you turned a blind eye!
But the people of the Huang family were having a revelry and shouting, and many people were even dancing excitedly, and everyone was gloating about the misfortune.
"Haha... I made you slack off the Buddha on weekdays. This is retribution!"
"The sky has eyes. Whoever worships the Buddha devoutly and who worships the Buddha in a negative way, the Buddha knows it well."
Huang Dafu leaned on crutches and looked at the heavy rain with a proud look on his face: "After this heavy rain, this year's harvest will definitely be good!"
Looking at the heavy rain falling on the Huang family's fields, the more than two hundred villagers not named Huang all had earth-colored faces and despair written in their eyes.
Sun Quan secretly poked Zhu Renxia: "It seems that Tianzun can't suppress Buddha. Let's retreat, young master?"
"Alas...it seems that Buddha doesn't give Tianzun face!" Cao Wan also shook his head.
Zhu Renxia smiled slightly and said calmly: "Don't be anxious, watch the show patiently."
It rained heavily for half an hour.
The Huang family's fields were already full of water, and suddenly someone smelled a pungent smell.
"Village Chief, this rain is a bit choking on my nose!"
"Yes, yes, I smell a pungent smell too!"
"Ahem...this rain is not normal, it's too choking!"
The Huang clan members began to panic and were at a loss.
"Impossible, this is the rain given by Buddha, it is the power of gods!"
Huang Dafu became furious and roared, "Whoever dares to question is disrespectful to Buddha. I will expel him from Dafo Village!"
In order to prove it to his tribe, Huang Dafu walked directly into the rain.
"This is the divine rain gifted by the Buddha. After the crops absorb it, the yield will definitely increase greatly. I'll show you in the rain..."
The heavy rain fell on his body, and Huang Dafu felt as if he was being gnawed by thousands of ants. The burning sensation spread all over his body instantly. He hurriedly screamed and ran out of the heavy rain.
"Fuck...you old boy is so cruel!"
Zhu Changan laughed like a pig.
"This bottle of powerful herbicide needs to be mixed with 20 buckets of water. I will mix one bucket directly for you. Not to mention that your one-centimeter crops cannot bear it. Even the two-meter-high corn stalks in my world will wither directly. .”
"You old boy actually took a pesticide bath. It's true that in society, I, Brother Huang, are ruthless and don't talk much!"
"Ahhhh..."
"Ah ah ah ah ah……"
Huang Dafu was thrashing and rolling on the ground, screaming like a slaughtering pig, "Help, hurry up and find the doctor to save me!"
"This rain is poisonous, poisonous!"
"Save me quickly, I can't see!"
"Ah...my voice is going hoarse. Buddha, why are you hurting me?"
More than two hundred Huang clan members were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they didn't know what to do for a while.
I saw that the crops in the distance were withering and turning yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a pungent smell in the air.
This strange scene frightened other villagers, who did not expect that things would take such a terrifying turn.
But when they thought of the Huang family's oppression of foreigners, everyone took pleasure in others' misfortune, and felt bad in their hearts.
"You deserve it. I didn't expect that your Huang family would be like this. It seems that the sky still has eyes, and the Buddha will not save evil people."
Zhu Changan summoned Zhu Renxia and said, "You say what I say."
"Disciple, obey!"
"If you have kind thoughts in your heart, you will be a Buddha everywhere."
Zhu Renxia raised his arms and shouted: "If you have kind thoughts in your heart, you will be a Buddha everywhere."
"If you have evil thoughts in your heart, the Buddha is a demon." Zhu Changan said.
"If you have evil thoughts in your heart, the Buddha is the devil." Zhu Renxia repeated.
"The Huang family is running rampant in the countryside and oppressing the people. Today's disaster is entirely their own fault. If we don't repent, there will be even greater disasters in the future!"
Zhu Renxia then recited again, "Chang'an Tianzun is about to bring rain to the villagers of the Great Buddha Temple, and bless you with good weather."
"Okay, you can do whatever you want with the rest!"
Zhu Changan carried the sprayer to the bathroom, rinsed the bucket four or five times, and after sniffing that there was no smell, he filled it with tap water, then carried it on his shoulders to make rain fall in Dafo Village.
This time, the rainfall was much more even.
The clouds in the sky circle back and forth, dropping torrential rain, irrigating the dry land, moistening the withered crops, and irrigating the trees with withered branches and yellow leaves.
"Folks, kowtow to the Heavenly Lord!"
"Thank you Tianzun for the rain. Tianzun is a good god!"
More than two hundred people knelt on the ground and kowtowed, with an extremely pious and respectful attitude.
The Huang clan members stood in the distance with mixed emotions and were at a loss.
It doesn't matter if the crops wither, but if you offend the gods, you will only be miserable in the future.
"The village chief is dead."
Just when the Huang clan focused their attention on the heavy rain, someone discovered that Huang Dafu, whose skin was ulcerated, had died of anger.
But no one dared to stand up. This was a punishment from heaven. What's more, Huang Dafu did many bad things on weekdays, and even his clan members were bullied by him.
An hour later, the rain cleared and the sky cleared, but the pungent smell still filled the Big Buddha Village.
Zhu Renxia said to the non-Huang villagers: "Although God has given you rain, the crops have been dry for too long, and there is no guarantee that they will survive."
"There are hundreds of acres of land around our Jiangjia Village waiting to be developed. I wonder if anyone is willing to move to our village? After joining Jiangjia Village, you will get fields, food, and houses. If you want to go, follow me."
There were three types of land in the Ming Dynasty.
The first type is the fiefdom belonging to the princes, generals and ministers. They will hire people to farm and then give farmers food according to the number of days of farming, which is similar to paying wages.
According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, no matter how many acres of farmland the princes, generals and ministers have, they do not have to pay taxes.
Because of this regulation, many large landowners listed their land in the names of nobles with titles to achieve the purpose of tax evasion.
The second type is like Dafo Village. The land in the village belongs to the clan, headed by several big landowners, who control the land in the village.
These big landowners will rent the land to the common people for farming. They only need to sit and collect the rent, and the common people who rent the land will become tenants.
After the tenants harvested the grain, they would give half of it to the landlord to pay rent, the other part to pay taxes to the government, and the remaining small part belonged to themselves.
Landowners only need to reap the profits and do not have to pay taxes.
The third type is the collective nature of Jiangjia Village. The land in the village belongs to all villagers. The land is distributed according to the population. There is no exploitation by landlords. The harvested grain only needs to pay taxes to the government.
Therefore, in Yinma Town, Jiangjia Village is a paradise that many people yearn for.
Even though Jiangjiacun is poor, other villages are even poorer!
As soon as Zhu Renxia finished speaking, more than a dozen households raised their hands, "We are willing to go to Jiangjiacun and hope that the young master will take him in."
Zhu Renxia smiled and said: "As long as you are a hard-working and kind-hearted person, the door of my Jiangjia Village is always open to you, and you are welcome to join us at any time."
Mobilized by Zhu Renxia, fifteen households decided to move to Jiangjiacun on the spot.
After counting, including Shi Laohan's family of five, there were a total of eighty-eight people.
Huang Dafu's body was still lying on the ground, and the Huang family did not dare to stop them. They could only let these people support the old and the young, carry their luggage, push carts and furniture, and follow Zhu Renxia on the way to Jiangjia Village. .
