On a new day, the sun was still high, cloudless, and there was not a trace of wind.

The heavens and the earth seemed to be shrouded in high temperatures, dry and firing.

Village Chief Zhao came to Lao Bai's house early in the morning and handed a bag of silver to Bai Muban.

"Brother, this is fifty taels of silver, you can order a little." Village Chief Zhao said.

Bai Muban put the silver on the table and said, "I don't need to do it, I still don't believe you."

Village Chief Zhao's family only has a total of 30 taels of silver, and he originally wanted to sell a few acres of fertile land, but his family was unwilling, saying that there would be a big drought this year, and no one would buy it. I am afraid that the only thing that can be bought in the entire Shenshu Village is the old Bai family, but the people are already willing to take the Zhao family to make a fortune, how can the Bai family pay for the Zhao family's good land again.

Village Chief Zhao thought about it, so he asked He Shun to borrow twenty taels of silver and make an appointment to repay it at the end of the year.

"You haven't eaten yet, let's order it at home."

Xie Chuntao put breakfast in, and Bai Muban greeted Village Chief Zhao warmly.

Village Chief Zhao swallowed a mouthful of saliva when he saw the white steamed buns, thick rice porridge, and scrambled eggs on the Bai family's dinner table.

Lao Bai's life was not affected by the drought at all.

This year's drought has not affected the wheat harvest. Although the Zhao family has stored a lot of grain in the past, who knows how long this disaster year will last.

Therefore, the Zhao family has eaten pure white flour steamed buns every day for a long time, and the rice soup is also sparse to see people.

These days, I eat swallow millet all day long, although that thing can be eaten, but it is rough, not as sweet and smooth as white flour rice.

"I came here after dinner." Village Chief Zhao politely refused, but his eyes turned away from the steaming white steamed buns.

"It's not going to be a good time this year, it's so dry." Bai Muban sighed.

"Your family is settled, and the wheat is completely unaffected." Village Chief Zhao said.

If the old Bai family has a hard time, the rest of the village will be even worse.

Strange to say, this year's Lao Bai's wheat was completely unaffected by the drought, and there was a bumper harvest. Even Yan Huang is better than other parents.

I have to make people believe that all this is given to Wang by the daughter of the old Bai family.

"The whole Huaicheng has a harvest in Yangfeng County, and Yangfeng County is the best in our village, at least the wheat has also set ears. I heard that Qingyang County was the worst this time, and some villages almost lost their children...... "Village Chief Zhao shook his head and sighed.

"If this continues, we won't be able to plough in the summer, and I'm afraid this autumn's harvest will be wasted." There was a deep worry in Bai Muban's eyes.

"Why don't you do it this autumn, if it doesn't rain, the ground is so hard, you can't plough the ground in autumn, you can't sow wheat in winter, what will happen to next year's harvest? Relying only on the swallow millet, I'm afraid it hangs. That thing can't be eaten all the time," Village Chief Zhao shook his head and sighed, he didn't want to take the whole village to a foreign land to beg one day.

"Dad, Uncle of the Village Chief." Xiao Fuyuan walked into the house and saw his father and the village chief talking, and greeted him sweetly.

When the village chief saw Xiao Fuyuan's pink smiling face, he was in a good mood.

"Xiao Yuanbao, when do you think it will rain this day?" Village Chief Zhao couldn't help but ask.

Xiao Fuyuan spoke smartly, such a blessing doll, I am afraid that even God will favor her, otherwise why is only the wheat of the Lao Bai family not affected in this great drought?

Now other families in Shenshu Village can have a few percent of their wheat harvest, and I am afraid that it is also Xiao Fuyuan's blessing.

"What do you ask her for? It's not raining, how can my daughter know. Bai Muban said.

He didn't want his daughter to be involved in the rain.

If it doesn't rain, it will affect Xiao Fuyuan's reputation.

"Xiao Fuyuan speaks smartly, and I have a number in my heart if I can't get down. If it doesn't rain, my family plans to count and eat millet and save up the white flour rice. Village Chief Zhao said his plan, "And I am the village head, if it doesn't rain, I should also think of a way out for everyone." ”

Bai Muban felt that what the village chief said made sense.

"Uncle Village Chief, it's definitely going to rain." Xiao Fuyuan said very calmly.

"When will it rain?" Village Chief Zhao looked forward to it.

"I don't know, I can only wait for God to go down."

White plank: "."

Village Chief Zhao: "."

This is the same as not saying it, if God doesn't want it to rain for ten years, then everyone will not wait to starve to death.

"Bang bang."

There was a lively beating of gongs and drums outside.

"What's going on out there?" Shiraka asked.

"I'm going to pray for rain today." Village Chief Zhao said.

"Does this rain prayer work? When we were young, the drought almost ate people, and it was useless to pray for rain, so it was better to dig a few more wells. Bai Muban said.

Village Chief Zhao wiped the loss in his eyes and said, "Dead horses should be live horse doctors." Now everyone in the village is afraid that the drought will continue forever. ”

In order to pray for rain, the private school took a day off.

The altar for praying for rain is set up in the center of the private school, and the altar is decorated with incense, candles, and fruits, and a dragon is painted on the silk silk next to it.

All the villagers stood in front of the altar with reverent faces, praying with their hands folded.

As a representative of the village, Village Chief Zhao stood in front of the altar and recited the words, and after reciting, he took a willow branch dipped in water and sprinkled it towards the dragon painted silk.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the calm air, which not only knocked over the altar, but also knocked the painted silk to the ground.

Village Chief Zhao's face turned pale with fright.

The villagers were even more stunned by this sudden incident, and when they reacted, they knelt down in fright, and several of them cried out at the moment.

"Which way have we offended the immortals, God, will you give us a way to live?"

"God, you haven't had rain for more than half a year, please reward me with some rain."

"Woo woo, my field is no longer plowed, do you still let people live."

Supplication and crying came and went.

"Village chief, I'm afraid you can't. If you want me to say, it's better to let Xiao Yuanbao pray, she is the most blessed child in our village. Maybe God will listen to her. Aunt Hu sat down in the crowd and said in a trembling voice.

"Yes, yes, let the little round treasure come." The village chief's daughter-in-law shouted, she was already crying, how did her man offend the dragon king. Could it be that the dragon king also likes to be good-looking, and his own man is too ugly to get into the eyes of the dragon king? Otherwise, how can there be a demon wind.

"Let Madoka come."

"She's blessed."

"Where is Xiao Yuanbao, hurry up and pick her up."

The people in the village shouted and shouted to find Xiao Fuyuan.

Xiao Fuyuan stood in the crowd and watched the excitement, holding a piece of cake given by Ah Zhen in his hand.

Then he was lifted to the altar by Bai Dazhuang with a confused face.

"My young master should be okay, and he is also a blessed person." Wu Xiaoying stood in the crowd and watched the excitement, which was not a big deal.

He felt that his young master belonged to the True Dragon Son of Heaven, and there was nothing wrong with standing in front of the altar.

"Then what are you doing in a daze, pick up your young master." Village Chief Zhao, who came back to his senses, shouted.

Wu Xiaoying hugged Ah Zhen, who had a black face, to Xiao Fuyuan's side.

Everyone re-arranged the altar with their hands and feet,

Then, the two of them, who were also stunned, were given a willow branch by Village Chief Zhao.

Xiao Fuyuan, who reacted, swept the water-stained willow branches towards the portrait of the dragon king and said, "God, please rain quickly." ”

As soon as Xiao Fuyuan's words fell, Ah Zhen looked calm, raised the willow branch in his hand and pointed to the sky, and said angrily: "God, you let the world suffer from drought, and you are in vain." ”