047 It's good to rain

That day, Ning Ning looked up at the sky, and the slow Uncle Rain Master waved the sacrificial rain flag on the clouds.

She immediately lowered the curtain, turned around and took out an umbrella in the carriage, and sent it out, "Brother, it's raining." ”

"It's raining?" Sang Qingyu, who was driving the carriage, raised his head and glanced at the clear sky, "How could it be .....?"

He had barely finished speaking, and before he could even close his mouth, the rain poured down.

Fortunately, Ning Ning's umbrella was opened in time, and Sang Qingyu was not drenched in the slightest rain.

She held the umbrella with a smile and said, "Brother, Ning Ning won't lie, you see, it's raining, right?" ”

Sang Qingyu nodded dumbfounded, "Ning Ning is right. ”

"It's raining! It's raining! The crowd who finally reacted screamed, looking around in a panic for shelter from the rain, their faces were both panicked and happy.

It's good when it rains, so you don't have to travel in the sun, it's hot and dry, it's torture, and it can also collect the rainwater, saving you the effort of finding water in the future.

It's just that the rain is falling so suddenly that they don't know what to use to cover the rain for a while, so they can only rush under the trees on the side in embarrassment, barely using some shade to hide from the rain.

The shade of the trees was short, and they were huddled together to barely cover the rain, and when they finally stood still, they saw the Sang family driving the two carriages and coming unhurriedly.

The Sang brothers who were sitting outside in the carriage had already put on rain hats, and even the two horses were covered with linoleum cloths, so that they would naturally not be stained with the slightest rain on their bodies.

Looking down at themselves again, the trouser legs that they didn't have time to roll up were dotted with mud, and the prison clothes on their bodies were already half wet, and the wind blew over, and the other half of their prison clothes that were not wet were also wet.

"Wow, brother, it's really raining so hard." Ning Ning, who was nested in the carriage, gently lifted the window and stretched out his hand to catch the raindrops.

They suddenly remembered what the little girl had said before, she said that it would rain, and she had prepared a lot of shelter from the rain, and they were still scoffing at that time, and now the rain is hitting them, and it hurts!

"Ouch, little girl, your cart can't get drenched, so don't close the windows soon!" Zhao Mazi leaned over at some point, and said with a smile, his eyes still glancing at the carriage.

Sang Qingyu naturally saw that he wanted to take the opportunity to get on the carriage to hide from the rain, but Ning Ning was the only one in the carriage, so he couldn't just let people squeeze with her.

He wanted to pretend that he didn't know, but he knew that Ning Ning took the initiative to talk to Zhao Mazi first, "Uncle Zhao, this window can't be closed, what should I do?" As she spoke, she seemed to pull the window hard, but it didn't move.

"Let me do this rough work." Zhao Mazi was ecstatic, and he was about to step forward in three steps and two steps, but then somehow, he turned around and dragged Lu Zixing behind the crowd over.

He knew that the Sang brothers had a good relationship with Lu Zixing, and if he was there, he didn't have to worry too much about the Sang brothers driving him away.

Sang Qingyu couldn't cry or laugh when he saw this, but forget it when he thought about it, the rain was very heavy, and if he continued to drench, he was afraid that something would happen, Lu Zixing was a doctor, in case they all fell ill later, they still had to count on Lu Zixing.

As for Zhao Mazi.....

When Zhao Mazi leaned forward, Sang Qingyu stopped him, "Okay, I'll go close the window for Ning Ning, and you come to catch the car." ”

That's what it means to stay!?

"Just leave it to me!" Zhao Mazi immediately jumped into the car happily and sat on the pedals, so he finally didn't have to get drenched in the rain.

He didn't forget to drag Lu Zixing, who was standing there stupidly, and asked him to come up, "Sit down, just sit down, anyone can get sick, you can't be sick!" ”

Sang Qingyu also patted Lu Zixing's shoulder and nodded in agreement, and Lu Zixing could only stay.

This made those people grit their teeth with anger, why could people like Zhao Mazi and Lu Zixing hide in the carriage, but they want to get drenched in the rain here!?

It's okay, this kind of rain won't rain for long, although it hasn't rained for a long time, but many people still remember that the sun and rain like this don't last long, and when the rain stops, those things of the Sang family will still be waste.

But they waited, waited, waited until the whole person was wet inside and out for several rounds, and the rain still did not stop, and the official had no choice but to force them to catch up with a short distance and go to the post station in front of them to hide from the rain for a night.

As soon as these words came out, they were scolded, and these officials borrowed a few linoleum cloths from the Sang family, of course, they were not afraid of getting wet, and they had to wear these wet clothes to travel so far, and they were afraid that they would die if they arrived.

"Are you going to continue to rain here?" The official whipped impatiently, do these people still think that they used to be pampered? If it weren't for the little sister of the Sang family who said that the rain would fall for ten days and half a month, and said that there was a post station two miles away to stay overnight, they were too lazy to force them to go, anyway, they had linoleum cloth to cover the rain, and they were not afraid of getting wet.

Listening to the sound of the whip, everyone shook, and they didn't know whether they were scared or cold, but they were more sober, yes, it was okay to continue to stay under this tree, and besides, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the tree couldn't cover much.

At this time, Ning Ning suddenly got out of the carriage again, jumped down with an anxious expression, and trotted all the way to the front of a child, who they remembered that the child seemed to be the son of the Pan family, Pan Yang, the captain of the Xuanjie School in Beijing.

"Hurry up, hurry up, Ray is coming." Ning Ning took Pan Yang's hand and was about to drag him out of the tree.

"Ning Ning, what are you talking about!?" The rain was so loud that Pan Yang didn't hear what Ning Ning said.

"Didn't you hear? Grandpa Lei is coming! "Ning Ning is most afraid of Grandpa Lei, if he catches him, he should be spanked by Thunderbolt again.

"What Lei Gong?" Pan Yang subconsciously stood up to listen to what Ning Ning said, and at this stop, he directly became a soup chicken.

Originally, Pan Yang was protected by his family and didn't get wet much, but now it's okay, after being dragged out by Ning Ning's little girl, he was directly soaked, which made Pan Yang's mother-in-law Liu, who didn't like Ning Ning very much, how could she bear it, and stepped forward to bring Pan Yang back.

As soon as she walked out of the tree, there was a thunderous roar, and the thunder fell and directly split the tree she was leaning on in half.

Because of the loud thunder, it took her a while to realize what had happened, and she was so frightened that her legs trembled, and she couldn't stand still.

Suddenly, a warm little hand grabbed her hand, "Go, go!" ”

Liu Shi looked down and saw that it was Ning Ning's little girl, who was trying to drag her away as if she was using her strength to feed.

"Thunder is coming again!" Ning Ning's milky voice suddenly became extremely clear in this noise.

As soon as the words fell, I heard a miserable scream from everyone, who refused to leave just now, but now they all ran forward, almost unable to catch up with the officials.

Ning Ning was also swept by Sang Qingyu's long arm who came over, and stuffed it back into the carriage directly, his sister is so small, what if she is bumped into by these people?