Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

"Shrimp? A severe drought?"

Fu Bao lying on the mat was instantly stunned.

After thinking about it carefully, it seems that since the weather got warmer, they really haven't had any serious rain here. In this regard, she has no special feelings.

wrong!

It seems that for this period of time, in order not to stay in the house, she has been looking forward to the good weather and can come to play in the yard.

Is it my pot again?

Fu Bao hurriedly began to pray, praying to God that it will rain soon.

In this era, it depends on the sky to eat.

If it doesn't rain all the time, the crops will dry up, and the vegetation in the mountains will not be able to withstand it. A little spark may cause the boss of the wildfire.

In later generations, the Amazon forest fires, the Australian fires, and the American fires seemed to be caused by too hot weather.

Just thinking about the billowing smoke in the video makes people feel flustered.

Although Fu Bao is praying hard, she herself is not sure if it will work.

Although she is God's most beloved cub, but this begging for rain is not a trivial matter.

It's like children asking their parents, you want a lollipop, small toys, etc., don't say the value is not high, and just find a convenience store or supermarket to achieve your wish.

But if you ask your parents for a car or house, even if your parents have a wealth of money, it is impossible to get these from the roadside casually.

What's more, your parents may not agree to your request.

In Fubao's view, she now wants God to rain, which is a relatively big request.

Look at the sky, it's as blue as a wash, there isn't even a cloud or two. How can it be so easy to have a rain?

But let’s pray!

Fu Bao prayed intently, but fell asleep after a while.

When Mr. Xu and Mrs. Xu saw that Fubao was asleep, they didn't talk in the yard, but took Fubao back to the house.

Lichun quickly went to collect the mats, cleaned them, and sent them back to the house to prevent the mats from getting hot by the sun outside.

...

Fubao had a dream.

In the dream, she has been running, running under the scorching sun.

The sun was so fierce that she felt dehydrated.

Clouds fly by constantly in the sky, and occasionally there will be clouds covering the sun.

However, there is no rain.

When Fu Bao woke up from the dream, she was sweaty all over.

"Good treasure, good treasure!"

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"Oh, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mother is here!"

Old Mrs. Xu's soft voice clearly appeared in Fu Bao's ears, and Fu Bao's consciousness gradually became sober.

Yes, she had a nightmare!

From a very early time, Fubao has not had nightmares.

As God's most beloved cub, she rarely has nightmares. And every nightmare is an omen.

In other words, this year is really going to be a severe drought.

And this drought was not caused by her.

Although fortunate that this is not their own pot.

However, an inevitable drought will eventually come, which makes Fubao unhappy.

In the year of severe drought, there was no harvest.

For the people of this age, whether it is a drought or a flood, it is a disaster that makes them desperate.

However, in the face of the disaster that God descended, Fubao was also powerless.

She is just God's most beloved cub, and the key point is "Cab".

In this world, the one who really controls everything is God.

...

The sky is still sunny, day after day.

The drought relief work of the villagers in the village has started from morning till night.

Even with the waterwheel, the scorching weather without the slightest rain star makes everyone a little irritable, and it feels like only a little bit of Mars can burst.

Fubao saw the heaven and the earth praying, but every time he prayed for a while, she would fall asleep, and then dream of running under the scorching sun.

After dreaming this dream many times in a row, Fubao was already desperate.

Prayer is impossible to pray anymore.

In the current situation, it can only be a fight with the sky, and its power is infinite.

In order to fight against the drought, the villagers started to give birth to sweet potato seedlings and plan to plant large areas of sweet potatoes with strong drought resistance. As for the other crops in the field, they have basically been abandoned.

Except for the fields near the Taohua River, the villagers endured heartache for the rest of the field. The raw land destroyed the crops in the field and planted sweet potato seedlings.

The strong man broke his wrist!

In order to survive, I can't manage too much.

Of course, there are also some people who are holding the last fluke, longing that God will rain.

But the facts are destined to disappoint them.

Mr. Xu was already quietly collecting grain, taking advantage of the darkness and no one would transport the purchased grain back home.

At the same time, Shen Wansheng, the prefect of Xiangyi Mansion, was not idle either, and he handed him the drought-stricken Zhezi in Xiangyi Mansion a long time ago. However, the official plan for carriage, freight and passenger transportation that Mr. Xu discussed with him could only be put on hold for the time being because of this severe drought.

In these years of severe drought, people may not have enough food, so how can they still be able to raise horses?

...

Zhao's Inn, Sanhe Town.

Zhao Bingzhen did not continue to lie on the bed, but wandered in the backyard.

Many facts have shown that Xiangyi Mansion is really going to encounter a severe drought this year.

"Little Wu, you go back to the capital and use all the power of the Zhao family to transport grain to Xiangyi Mansion."

After walking around in the courtyard for a few times, Zhao Bingzhen suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Zhao Rui who was standing in the shade of the trees.

"Now?! Such a hot day?"

Zhao Rui was dumbfounded.

It is really getting hotter and hotter this day. He is wearing shorts and shorts, standing in the shade of the trees, sweating all over. In such a hot day, he should go to the capital. This is his life!

"nonsense!"

"Why don't you stay here and I go back to the capital?"

Zhao Bingzhen stared.

Zhao Rui can only admit counsel.

If several of his brothers and sisters knew that they were so unfilial, they were afraid that they wouldn't have to speak up with their master, and they would be cleaned up.

"Master, didn't you not interfere with these things before?"

"At this time, shouldn't it be the emperor who is benevolent to the people?"

Zhao Rui looked at his master with some puzzlement.

In the past few years, there were droughts and floods in many places in Datang, and his master never let anyone do anything. Is it an exception this time?

"Xiao Wu, you said, how about your master and the emperor asking for a title?"

"What?"

Upon hearing what Zhao Bingzhen said, Zhao Rui jumped up and said, "Master, don't think about it!"

"Fuck you!"

Zhao Bingzhen smiled, "If you can't think about it, I won't even think about your master!"

"However, this title, your master, I am going to decide it!"

Hearing Zhao Bingzhan's stubborn words, Zhao Rui looked desperate and said, "It's over, it's over, Master, you are trying to restrain yourself!"

"With the title, you are no longer a flat-headed citizen!"

"If we do business again, we will be under the control of the Clan Manor!"