Ah Zhen's roar was like a thunderclap on the ground.

Shredded the piety of the village of the sacred tree praying for rain.

The villagers were shocked into a terrible silence, and when they reacted, they exploded.

Plop plop and knelt on the ground.

Xiao Fuyuan: "......"

At this time, Wu Xiaoying regretted putting Ah Zhen in front of the rain prayer platform.

Ah Zhen glanced at the villagers, continued to hold his head high, the willow branch in his hand held high to the sky, and said loudly: "God, you are vain......

"Stop shouting, stop shouting." Village Chief Zhao reacted, climbed to the prayer platform with a rolling belt, and was about to drag him down with Ah Zhen's arm.

Ah Zhen turned sideways towards Xiao Fuyuan, the village chief knocked over the offerings and silk, and the big bowl of fruit on the table rolled down and hit the village chief's feet, and the village chief almost fell to the ground in pain and fainted on the spot.

"Wu Xiaoying, grab him." The village chief breathed a sigh of relief, bared his teeth and turned his head to shout at Wu Xiaoying in the crowd.

Ah Zhen glared at Wu Xiaoying, but Wu Xiaoying didn't dare to move.

"What should you do if you annoy God? It's already dry, and it's not raining anymore. Someone said with a crying voice.

This is too rebellious, what should I do if I offend God!

In case God is angry and it doesn't rain for a few years, how can the people live?

"Just let Xiao Yuanbao go up by herself, she is the township lord God has to give some face, who let Ah Zhen go up?" An old man trembled and wept, "I've offended God now, it's over, it's over." ”

Who let Ah Zhen go up.

It wasn't Wu Xiaoying who proposed it, but the village chief agreed.

The villagers' eyes looked at Wu Xiaoying, and they almost burst into flames.

"This kid is so ignorant, he even scolds God, God is what he can scold?" The people of the village were furious at Ah Zhen's rebellious behavior.

Except for the Lao Bai family, the people in the village don't know Ah Zhen's true identity, and even if they do, they will feel that his behavior is a big rebellion, and even God dares to scold him.

"Why can't you scold?" Ah Zhen threw the wicker in his hand and looked around with his arms crossed.

"Wu Xiaoying, listen to this rebellious words, you hurry up and let your young master come down." An elderly man in the village trembled and pointed at Ah Zhen and shouted at Wu Xiaoying.

Even if you are the nephew of General Meng, you can't scold God if you have the merit of pouring the sky.

"If you want me to say God, I should scold. You didn't provoke it, you planted the land diligently, but it didn't rain. From last winter to this summer, the rivers also dried up and the crops died. Ah Zhen said confidently, "Is such a god worthy of being so pious?" ”

The people in the village froze, and everyone had never thought of it that way.

The area around Nanguan Mountain is completely dependent on the sky for food, and you can eat enough when the wind and rain are good, but you can't eat enough if you are in drought or flood.

My ancestors have come over like this, and everyone has never blamed God.

Xiao Fuyuan looked sideways at Ah Zhen and sighed slightly, Ah Zhen's brother still didn't understand what the people in the village thought.

At this time, begging for rain is not to surrender to God for the people in the village, but to give themselves a psychological comfort.

Everyone lives on farming, what do you ask everyone to do?

Without advanced rainfall technology, and it is impossible to dig mountains to get water, all we can do in the face of drought is to ask for rain.

"God who tortures the common people like this should be poked through a hole." Ah Zhen continued.

At this moment, the people in the village fell down again in fright, praying in their hearts that God would not blame them.

"God, this is a child's ignorant nonsense, don't be angry." The village chief rolled over and knelt down, shuddering and pleading.

"Yes, God, you can forgive him."

"He's still a kid and doesn't know anything."

The people of the village followed the village chief and kowtowed to the sky.

Xiao Fuyuan sighed, stood in front of the prayer platform, folded his hands, and said word by word: "God, Brother Ah Zhen has the people of the world in his heart, and he is anxious when he sees the great drought in the world, so he will not choose to speak. Please don't blame you, you have a lot of adults, so it's going to rain quickly. ”

Xiao Fuyuan pulled Ah Zhen: "Brother Ah Zhen, you learn from me." ”

Ah Zhen snorted and said, "Zi is silent, and he blames the gods. ”

"It's not for you to pray for rain, it's for everyone to feel better." Xiao Fuyuan said helplessly.

Ah Zhen seems to have offended the whole village now, if it weren't for He Shun, Wu Xiaoying, Xie Xiaolian and others getting along well with the villagers, everyone would have come up and beat Ah Zhen a long time ago.

You know, in everyone's hearts, God is much more important than royal.

What's more, everyone doesn't know that he was born in the royal family.

Ah Zhen stood motionless.

The villagers' anger has peaked, and sparks are surging in the air.

Xiao Fuyuan showed a sweet smile to everyone, looked up at the sky with his hands folded, and continued: "God, you have the world in your heart, so it will rain quickly." ”

The villagers saw Xiao Fuyuan's pious face, and the anger in their hearts that was angered by Ah Zhen eased slightly.

"Our little Yuanbao speaks smartly, she begs for rain, God will agree, right?" Aunt Hu asked cautiously.

"That's definitely possible, Xiao Yuanbao can talk to God and it works." The village chief's daughter-in-law said.

Everyone stared at Xiao Fuyuan with hopeful eyes, as if it could rain after a few more glances.

"Oh no! Oh no! There was a thief in the house. Eugene Gui hugged Xiaolang and ran out of the house panting.

"Where did the thief come from?" Old Mrs. Bai asked, "Everyone is a mother, and she is still frizzy, isn't Qiu Niang at home?" ”

Eugene Gui trembled and said: "There are really thieves, a group of thieves." ”

"A thief, a thief." Someone shouted again.

"Let's go, let's see what's going on."

Everyone looked at each other and left from the prayer platform, and the men picked up the stone sticks on the ground.

Shenshu Village is the most united village in the villages around Nanguan Mountain, and it has always been a family of thieves to deal with in the whole village, and the reputation for being fierce and driving thieves is outside, and the thieves have been walking around for so many years.

Even if I don't close the door or the window, I haven't lost anything.

Now, what thief who doesn't have long eyes dares to come to Shenshu Village to steal something?

Soon, the thief was twisted by the villagers and sent to the open space in front of Lao Bai's house.

Not one thief, but a group of a dozen thieves.

This group of thieves had men, women and children, all of them in rags, hungry skin, and only a pair of big eyes that were scary.

It is not so much a thief as a group of starving victims in the famine.

Especially the family of four who came in from the Lao Bai family, a young couple with two children.

The older boy was about the same size as Da Lang, with thin ribs protruding, and gobbled up a big steamed bun stolen from Lao Bai's kitchen. The younger girl, about three years old, had a thin neck supporting her big head and breathing weakly.

“…… If you don't survive, you won't steal it again. The woman held her daughter and knelt down at the old lady Bai, and the thin wind blew and fell.

The man sat numbly with a festering wound on his leg.

“…… We are not thieves. ”

"We can't live anymore."

"Please, let us go."

The victims, who fell as soon as the wind blew, pleaded with the villagers of Shenshu Village.

(End of chapter)