"Hehe, rest assured, Ben Shao has prepared poems to pray for rain, and you can pray for rain at any time. ”

Fang Shiming sat on the chair, his face was always full of confidence, and when his gaze fell on Lin Yu, it revealed a touch of coldness.

The bet between him and Lin Yu was almost half a life, and he couldn't wait to watch Lin Yu drill his crotch.

"It's better to find out first, what if praying for rain can't solve it?"

However, Lin Yu, as an archaeologist in the 21st century, has spent several years in the countryside and has some understanding of the growth habits of crops.

The Fang family's 3,000 acres of rice fields, he had already seen some on the carriage when he came, it was indeed a little weird, it might not just be due to the climate.

The cracks in the rice field were big enough to fit a fist, and the soil was dry as if it had been roasted, but this was not the case in other fields where vegetables were grown.

Of course, those lands are also very water-scarce and have been affected by drought to some extent, but they are far less terrifying than rice paddies.

It seems that there may be a problem with the rice or the rice field itself.

"This lord, we have been growing rice for the Fang family for decades, what kind of things have we not experienced? drought, waterlogging, locusts...... As long as you have talented poetry, all this will be solved. ”

An old man with gray hair looked at Lin Yu.

They need to pray for rain, but Lin Yu's words said that this is not just something that can be solved by praying for rain, isn't this dismantling their platform?

They say that there is a shortage of water, so you only need to pray for rain and poems, and your Fang family sends scribes to come and pray for rain, why do you talk so much nonsense? Could it be that these masters can farm better than them?

"Lin Yu, I'm afraid you can't write poems praying for rain, so you're looking for an excuse to avoid it, right?" Fang Shiming sneered.

In his opinion, Lin Yu's prayer for rain is not heavy, obviously Lin Yu can't come up with good prayer poems for rain at all, so he denies the prayer poems for rain, which is useless for this rice field.

What a joke.

The rice fields have dried up like this, isn't there a lack of water?

"It's useless to talk too much, you go and try the poems of praying for rain to see if you can save these rice ......" Lin Yu didn't bother to talk nonsense with Fang Shiming.

Anyway, he felt that there was something wrong with the rice or the rice field itself, and even if it rained, it would not necessarily lead to a bumper harvest.

Since Fang Shiming can't wait to show off his poetry, let him go!

As for the bet, Lin Yu never thought he would lose.

It's a kind of self-confidence!

"Okay, old villager, let's go to the rain platform, and this young master will come to save the three thousand acres of rice fields. ”

Fang Shiming stood directly from the chair, a hint of war intent appeared in his eyes, he wanted to let it rain this day, and he wanted to save the rice fields of Yongle Township.

"Good!"

The white-haired old man also had flashing eyes and clapped his hands, such a straightforward old man was simply the savior of their Yongle Township.

As he spoke, he got up directly, and the other senior farmers from Yongle Township also followed.

At this point, only Lin Yu, Zhao Dongru, Fang Xiaonian, and Fang Shiyu were left in the entire ancestral hall.

"Let's go! Praying for rain will definitely solve the problem, but whether it can be eradicated is a question. Fang Shiyu voiced his concerns.

Everyone knows that the rice fields are dry, and if there is a lot of rain to moisten it, the drought problem can definitely be solved.

But Fang Shiyu always felt that there was something strange in this.

Hearing this, Lin Yu couldn't help but glance at Fang Shiyu more, his thoughts were the same as Fang Shiyu's, but he didn't have much to worry about.

Since Fang Shiming wants to show off, let him get rid of it first.

"Let's go check it out!"

Lin Yu stood up and looked at Zhao Dongru.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Dongru then sighed lightly, and the group left the ancestral hall and went to the prayer platform in Yongle Township.

Along the way, Lin Yu found that Zhao Dongru's mental state was very bad, and he didn't notice it in the carriage, but now he found that Zhao Dongru was staring at a pair of dark circles.

Apparently I didn't get a good night's rest last night.

Lin Yu guessed that Zhao Dongru must have been praying for rain for his own poems, so he stayed up all night looking for inspiration, and he was extremely moved by this.

This kindness is in my heart.

The rain platform in Yongle Township is located in the middle of the 3,000-acre rice field, which is a reclaimed highland, on which a tall black boulder is erected.

Faintly at the base of the boulder, there were still dried blood stains.

When Lin Yu saw the boulder, he suddenly felt very familiar, and then he realized that the material of this boulder was very similar to the talent monument and talent palace ruler that he tested his qualifications in the Wentang of the outer courtyard.

At this time, under the leadership of the township elder, Fang Shiming had already boarded the rain prayer platform, and countless hot eyes stared at Fang Shiming, as if waiting for the appearance of the rain prayer poem.

Whenever these poems of prayer for rain can make the heavens rain and dew, these villagers will think that this is a miracle, and the scribes who can cause this phenomenon are in their eyes a strange person who calls for wind and rain.

They worship from the bottom of their hearts.

Fang Shiming stood with his hands in his hands, standing in front of the boulder, and then looked at the three thousand acres of rice fields from afar, revealing a touch of sadness.

"The earth is dried up, and all things wither, and there is a cry...... Today, our family is bright, adhering to the will of the people, I hereby pray for rain, hope that God sighs the suffering of the souls, and conform to the ...... of my heart"

Fang Shiming opened his mouth and said loudly, his voice was loud, and it sounded in this vast rice field, which had a bit of the taste of sacrifice.

And those villagers in Yongle Township were emotionally infected, and they were impressed by Fang Shiming's words, and the suffering of the living beings expressed their sadness.

Lin Yu smiled and stood on the edge of the rain platform,

Then, Fang Shiming moistened his throat, took out a roll of paper from his arms, and unfolded them one by one, and then his eyes flashed, and his breathing became short.

"Tender color should be fresh rain ......"

Fang Shiming stood in front of the boulder, his voice was loud, and with his recitation, the boulder trembled slightly, and it was actually a gathering of talents.

These talents were absorbed by the boulder, and then manifested a word, which was the content of the poem recited by Fang Shiming.

At the same time, after these manifestations, they disappeared directly, but there was a talent brewing in the boulder, and then it soared into the sky.

Talented!

When Lin Yu saw this scene, he was not shocked in his heart, it was fake, it turned out that he was angry, not by the scribe himself, but with the help of this strange stone.

But think about it, if an ordinary scribe writes poems that can shake the heavens and the earth, wouldn't it be too perverted.

And with the help of this strange stone, everything seems to be taken for granted.

Who knows where this strange stone came from, but he was able to transform the scribe's poems into talent and soar into the sky, which is obviously not an ordinary strange stone.

Fang Shiming was in high spirits, and with his recitation, this rain prayer divine stone really reacted, which showed that the talent was enough to soar to the sky.

In fact, it is true that this poem from the dragon of the Fang family resonated with the Deqi Rain Divine Stone, and at the same time, dark clouds began to gather in the originally clear sky.

Among them, lightning and thunder are obviously a sign of rain.

(End of chapter)