Koi adopted daughter jumps over the farm gate

It's a new day, the sun is still high, there is no cloud in the sky, and there is no wind.

The sky and the earth seem to be shrouded in high temperature, dry and flaming.

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

"Brother, this is 50 taels of silver, you order a little." Village Chief Zhao said.

Bai Muban put the silver on the table and said: "It's no need to order, I still don't believe you."

Village head Zhao's family only had 30 taels of silver in total. He originally wanted to sell a few acres of fertile land, but the family was unwilling, saying that there was a severe drought this year, even if they sold it, no one would buy it.The whole Shenshu Village can afford to buy only Lao Bai's family, but he is already willing to make a fortune with the Zhao family, so how can the Bai family pay for the good land of the Zhao family.

Village head Zhao thought about the same reason, so he asked He Shun to borrow 20 taels of silver and agreed to pay it back at the end of the year.

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

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

Village head Zhao swallowed when he saw the white steamed buns, thick rice porridge, and scrambled eggs on the Bai family's dining table.

The life of Lao Bai's family was not affected by the severe drought at all.

There is a severe drought this year, and the wheat harvest is not good.Although the Zhao family has stored a lot of food in the past, who knows how long this disaster year will last.

Therefore, Zhao's family has been eating steamed buns made of pure white noodles for a long time, and the rice soup is scarce.

These days, he eats oatmeal and millet all day long. Although it can be eaten, it is rough, not as sweet and smooth as white flour rice.

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

"This year is not easy, the weather is so dry." Bai Muban said with emotion.

"Your family is fine, the wheat is not affected at all." Village Chief Zhao said.

If life is difficult for Lao Bai's family, it will be even more so for other families in the village.

Strange to say, this year, the wheat of Lao Bai's family was not affected by the drought at all, and there was a bumper harvest.Even Yan millet is better than other parents'.

I have to make people believe that all this was done by the daughter of the old Bai family.

"Yangfeng County is the only one in Huaicheng that has the harvest. Yangfeng County is the best in our village. At least the wheat has still produced ears. I heard that Qingyang County is the worst this time, and some villages almost have to die... Village Chief Zhao shook his head and sighed.

"If this continues, we won't be able to plow in the summer. I'm afraid this autumn's harvest will be ruined." Bai Muban's eyes were full of worry.

"It's not just this autumn. The ground is so hard without rain. I can't plow the ground in autumn and I can't sow wheat in winter. What will I do next year's harvest? I'm afraid it will hang if I only rely on swallows and millet. That thing can't be eaten all the time." Village Chief Zhao shook his head and sighed. He didn't want to One day he took the whole village to a foreign land to beg.

"Father, Uncle Village Chief." Xiao Fuyuan walked into the house, saw her father talking to the village chief, and greeted her sweetly.

When the village chief saw Xiao Fuyuan's pink and tender smile, he was in a good mood.

"Little Yuanbao, when do you think it will rain?" Village Chief Zhao couldn't help asking.

Xiao Fuyuan is very eloquent, such a lucky baby, I am afraid that even the gods will favor her, otherwise why is Lao Bai's wheat not affected in this severe drought?

Now that the other families in Shenshu Village can harvest a few percent of the wheat, I am afraid it is because of Xiao Fuyuan's good fortune.

"Why do you ask her? How can my daughter know if it doesn't rain in the old world." Bai Muban said.

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

If it really doesn't rain in heaven, it will affect Xiao Fuyuan's reputation if word of it spreads.

"Xiao Fuyuan is very eloquent, and I know if I can't fall. If it doesn't rain, my family will count and eat swallows and millet, and save white flour and rice." Village head Zhao said his plan, "And I am the villager. Chang, if it doesn't rain, I should think of a way out for everyone."

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

"Uncle Village Chief, it will definitely rain." Xiao Fuyuan said very calmly.

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

"I don't know either, I can only wait for God to download it when he wants to."

White board: "."

Village Chief Zhao: "."

What I said is the same as what I didn't say. If God doesn't want it to rain for ten years, wouldn't everyone be waiting to starve to death.

"Bang bang bang."

There was a loud sound of beating gongs and drums outside.

"What's going on outside?" Bai Muban asked.

"Today I plan to pray for rain," said Village Chief Zhao.

"Does praying for rain work? When we were young, the drought almost devoured people. Praying for rain is useless. If we have this skill, we might as well dig a few more wells." Bai Muban said.

Village head Zhao's eyes were filled with disappointment, and he said, "Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Now everyone in the village is afraid that the drought will last 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 middle of the private school. There are incense candles and fruits on the altar, and a dragon riding the clouds and fog is painted on the silk beside it.

All the villagers stood in front of the altar devoutly, praying with their hands clasped together.

As a representative of the village, Village Chief Zhao stood in front of the altar and chanted his words. After he finished, he took a willow branch and dipped it in water and sprinkled it on the silk dragon.

At this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the calm air, not only overturning the altar, but also knocking the painting silk to the ground.

Village head Zhao turned pale with fright.

The villagers were even more stunned by this sudden incident. After reacting, they knelt down in unison with a frightened plop, and some of the older ones burst into tears immediately.

"Which god are we offending, God, will you give us a way to survive?"

"God, you haven't had rain for half a year, please give me some rain."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Lever

Begging and crying one after another.

"Village chief, I'm afraid you can't do it. Let me tell you, it's better to let Xiao Yuanbao come to pray, she is the most blessed child in our village. Maybe God listens to her." Aunt Hu fell into the crowd and said tremblingly.

"Yes, yes, let Xiao Yuan Bao come." The village chief's wife shouted, she was already crying, how did her man offend the Dragon King.Could it be that the Dragon King also likes good-looking ones, but his man is too ugly to catch the Dragon King's eyes?Otherwise, how come the evil wind is blowing all over the place.

"Let Xiaoyuan Bao come."

"She is blessed."

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

People in the village shouted and looked for Xiao Fuyuan.

Xiao Fuyuan stood in the crowd watching the excitement, holding a piece of cake given by Ah Zhen in her hand.

Then he was lifted up to the altar by Bai Dazhuang with a dazed expression.

"My young master should be able to do it, and he is also a blessed person." Wu Xiaoying stood in the crowd and watched the excitement without thinking it was a big deal.

He felt that his young master belonged to the real dragon emperor, and there was nothing wrong with standing in front of the altar.

"Then why are you still standing there, bring your young master up." Village Chief Zhao, who had regained his senses, shouted.

Wu Xiaoying carried the dark-faced Ah Zhen to Xiao Fuyuan's side.

Everyone hastily rearranged the altar,

Then, the two people who were also in a daze were given a willow branch by Village Chief Zhao.

After reacting, Xiao Fuyuan followed the example of the village chief and swept the water-soaked willow branches towards the portrait of the Dragon King and said, "God, please make it rain quickly."

As soon as Xiao Fuyuan finished speaking, Ah Zhen looked somber, raised the willow branch in his hand and pointed to the sky, and said angrily: "God, you let the world suffer from drought, you are in vain."