86_86551 The climate of Dazhou is peculiar, and it has always been customary to grow two crops of rice and two crops of wheat. However, this is similar to some parts of the modern era. It's just that the harvest is really worse than a star and a half.

The Great Zhou believed in the god of wind and rain and thunder, and it is said that the founding queen was proficient in the rainy weather, and also compiled the methods of observing the weather into a book. I don't know that it has not been used in the past two years. At first, the rain god sacrifice could still be used a little, but now the rain god sacrifice is not used. Mo Qingye didn't know much about the Rain God Sacrifice, but he also knew that this world was different from the original world. It's a bit ...... Bizarre.

Just under the emperor of the Great Zhou, she has heard a lot of legends about the national teachers above 10,000 people. Legend has it that the national teacher was proficient in divination, and it is also said that the new crown princess was born under his divination.

In the past, if someone could predict the rainy weather, Mo Qingye would definitely disdain it. After all, there are so many modern methods, but Da Zhou is different. As long as you find a way, you can ask for rain to keep the wind and rain smooth.

Listen to heaven and petition for the people. This is where the rain god sacrifice is born.

Mo Qingye touched the birthmark on his forehead, and the birthmark was not conspicuous. The size of a copper coin, and under the forehead. It's just that......

Thinking of the bouquet of flowers that I saw in the daytime, they had dried up and died.

And this is only a day before the defloration.

Mo Qingye pressed her forehead, and kept recalling in her mind that the bouquet of flowers that Mo Qingye fell down the mountain seemed to have a stream of green on her torso and rushed into her body. I don't know if this qiē was dazzling at the time.

But the bouquet of flowers did dry up strangely.

Also, she just blurted out that it will rain tomorrow, and she really can't figure it out. She had a gut feeling that it would rain tomorrow. But it was only half an hour. It's just a drop in the bucket for a long-dried land.

In March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and everything recovers in the season. But because of the delayed spring rain, it was clouded by a layer of haze.

Mo Laosan's family broke up a few years ago because of Mo Qingye's incident, and it can be said that they left the house cleanly. Except that the old man Mo couldn't bear to give some farm tools needed by the family, I am afraid that this big family would have starved to death. I had to build a house at the foot of Taiping Mountain.

On the south side of the yard is a small kitchen, which is said to be a kitchen, but it is only a pile of firewood, not even much rice. Next to it is the chicken pen at home, and it is a pity that the few chickens in it are also called Lin's ruthless heart, and they have killed Mo Qingye to make up for his body. To the west is the wing. The two marital rooms of the Morin family are at the front, and at the end are the children's rooms in turn.

In the middle is the lobby, which is just a slightly larger room. The kitchen can be accessed next to the hall, and the two sides are connected.

When Mo Qingye got up, a group of people in the family were already busy, and the Lin family still went to the two acres of land at the foot of the mountain. "Ye'er, why don't you sleep more? I'm going to have a hot meal for you in the kitchen. Lin was about to go out with the basket, and saw Mo Qingye poking his head out of the door like a normal child, and the whole person was floating. His eyes were full of joy.

Mo Qingye called out from the bottom of his heart, "Mother, I also want to go hunting in the mountains with my eldest brother." Mo Qingye himself never noticed that there was a little coquettishness in his voice.

Listen to Lin's heart. "Okay, Ye'er is not allowed to run around." After speaking, he was still not at ease, and secretly pulled Mo Qingshan, who had already brought a scimitar and a bow and arrows, and instructed him for a while before going out with confidence.

"Second sister, you have to follow closely." Mo Xiaoshu walked ahead like an adult, looking back step by step to see if his sister had followed. Mo Qingshan's eyes involuntarily drifted back.

Mo Qingye didn't want to go ahead, who made her not remember the way.

Taiping Mountain is divided into front mountain and back mountain. Generally, hunters under the mountain hunt in the front mountain, and there are some docile prey in the front mountain. The woods on the back hill are lush and green, and you can give people an eerie feeling when viewed from a distance. Even close to the back mountain, you can faintly hear the howl of the beasts inside.

Mo Qingye's predecessor fell from the mountain at the end of the front mountain. When she fell, Mo Qingshan found her in the back mountain range. But I didn't dare to sue anyone. It's a blessing to come out safely!

Mo Qingye himself didn't know what was going on.

Mo Qingye carried a small back basket on her back, and dragged a small sickle that was said to have been made for her by her father. I have to say that for a fool, the family almost did their best.

On the hillside is a forest of dense foliage and greenery, which does not affect their growth even if the spring rains do not fall in the slightest. Mo Qingshan cut down the branches blocking the road in front. "Wait a minute."

Mo Qingye's eyes lit up, and his saliva began to flood. He muttered softly. "There are actually wild figs," Mo Qingye couldn't help but drool at the thought of the sweet taste of figs.

It's been a few days since she's been here, and she's come to know all too well how poor the world's supplies are.

"Second sister, this has been done, there should still be wild apricots on the mountain that have not been picked, can I ask my eldest brother to help you pick them?" Mo Xiaoshu looked at the second sister pitifully. This fig has already been picked by the people who go up the mountain when it is fresh, and it is not very tasty. There are no wild apricots in the mountains that are sweet.

Mo Qingshan opened his mouth, looking at the sparkling eyes of his second sister, it was really difficult to speak. "This fruit has dried up like this. Big brother will help you pick it on the mountain. "There were a lot of people on the side of the road, and they almost finished picking all the fresh fruit. All that is left is the withered and discarded.

Mo Qingye's eyes widened. What? Did you pick it fresh and eat it? Don't want to air dry?! Figs are as fresh as they are dried. Especially this kind of natural air drying.

There were still a lot of shriveled fruits hanging on the fruit trees, and Mo Qingye knew at a glance that there was a lot of sugar in them. I picked one and put it in my mouth. Suddenly, Tian's eyes narrowed. It's a familiar taste. The candy in this world is extremely valuable, and the family is just a small bag, and it almost makes the eldest aunt go away. And how can there be a fig with a chewy head.

"Come on, come on, eat one." Mo Qingye unceremoniously fed the stunned child's mouth. Seeing that the two of them didn't want to chew at all, Mo Qingye frowned, and Mo Xiaoshu and the two of them looked hideous as if they were eating poison. I chewed a few bites like medicine.

When the figs are dried, they are unusually delicious, and the sweetness is probably something they can't compare to in this life. It is soft and sweet, and the small seeds inside are very chewy. "It's delicious, picked, picked." Mo Xiaoshu jumped up excitedly and walked around holding the fig tree. Mo Qingshan was not ambiguous, he stepped twice and climbed the branches and began to pick them, and did not forget to throw a few branches down to his younger brothers and sisters under the tree. Mo Qingye stood behind him and smiled like Maitreya Buddha