Chapter 46

Juba, a city built in the oasis of desert in recent ten years, connects the rainy land and Iruma. It is a place where desert merchants will rest and replenish supplies. It is an important traffic thoroughfare.

Since its construction, it has been very rich and prosperous. However, with no rain for more than a year, the oasis of Juba has gradually dried up, and the sand is also moving towards this side. Recently, the nearby vagrants have entered here, making the water resources more and more tense, and the water in the watercourses provided for Juba has become less and less.

The man who built Juba was doto, the father of the future rebel leader.

Not long before Rodney came here, the event of dancing powder broke out. The whole country was in an uproar, which made many people who trusted king kobula suspicious. More radical people joined the uprising army.

But doto had always trusted the king and didn't think that the king would do such a thing. Although his son believed in kobra, he chose to join the uprising army in order to work hard for the masses, and successfully got the position of leader by virtue of his natural leadership temperament.

But not yet.

Rodney came to this once prosperous oasis, but now it is still more prosperous than Iruma. However, the pedestrians still look sad because there is less and less water. Recently, few business groups pass by here, which makes the service industry begin to decline. People here can't make money and have life-threatening, so they only choose to move away to protect themselves.

There's another thing about the trees here. They are all very heat-resistant and drought resistant. I can't name them, but hiding in the shade, a gust of wind blows A mouthful of sand!

Rodney: --

Sandstorm is coming!

In the distance, the yellow sand is rolling, just like the end. The dust is blown up to the sky by the wind. It is like a giant beast, trying to swallow the Pearl in the desert.

just when he thought that the people here would hide in the house, a group of people rushed out. The head of the group was a rich old man. A pair of rough hands held the shovel. One eye was full of firmness: "come on, everyone, Jude, will never be swallowed up by a regional sandstorm. We can make Juba return to its former glory

his words are like a force and inspiring. A group of young people with strong physique lifted their shovel and shouted, rushing ahead, or heading towards the waterway, and never allowing the watercourse to be swallowed up by sand. That is the last hope of Jude.

Rodney looked at all this, sighed and followed. He felt that he was a little nosy, but he just couldn't control himself. Just do me a favor. It's nothing.

I bought a windproof veil from shayin village in the system mall. It's breathable and sand proof. It's easy for thieves to use. With windproof sunglasses, it can be said that it's fully armed.

The sandstorm came very quickly. Rodney entered the sandstorm. The visibility was very low. Just now, those people gathered around the waterway and shoveled away the yellow sand that was ready to slide into the waterway.

However, manpower is not as good as days. What's more, some of them are doing it intentionally. Rodney appears on the side and separates himself. All of them are shocked by the sudden appearance of him. The old man, KOSHA, the son of doto, the builder of Juba, comes out and asks, "who are you?" As like as two peas, Rodney and

did not respond to him. All the other bodies were distributed on both sides of the waterway, and the movements in the hands were exactly the same.

In other people's shocked eyes, one wall after another rose up and joined together to form a long sand road.

And they are moving constantly, splicing the sand prevention road.

When the sandstorm stopped, Rodney's body was exhausted and disappeared. When doto and kousha found him, he was panting and sitting on a dead purple scorpion.

"May I have your name, dear guest?" Doto gave Rodney the highest courtesy of alabastein, as did his son KOSHA and others, for whom the stranger was worth it.

The construction of sand prevention road greatly reduced their daily work and protected the waterway, which is equivalent to protecting the lives of people in the city.

"Rodney. You can call me that. " He stood up and consumed a lot of chakras in his body, only half of what he used to, but he still had the rest. Since he learned the art of Baihao, he would inject some chakras into his forehead every day, but there was no seal of Baihao.

He doesn't plan to use it now. After all, it's not a critical moment. He's not prepared to use his savings.

He said with a smile, "uncle, I'm going to stay here for a few days. Do you think I can get rid of my travel expenses?"

Doto turned around and said, "of course, it will be avoided. You have done so much to protect the lifeline of the city. I will try my best to get what you want. I'm the mayor here. My name is doto. This is my son, KOSHA

KOSHA was silent, but he looked at Rodney with respect, but there was some vigilance in the respect, because the power Rodney had just used was the power of the devil's fruit. He had seen the devil's fruit power, but it was not so magical.

"Thank you, uncle." Rodney laughs and drags away the scorpion who attacked him when building the earth flow wall. It must be delicious for such a big body, right?Originally, people wanted to help him and drag the scorpion away, but they found that it was hard for a group of people to drag, but it was like paper on Rodney's hand.

Sit in the best hotel room arranged by Dorothy and take a long breath. The water resources here are very precious. It will be very troublesome to take a bath. Fortunately, Rodney has water escape, but in order to avoid misunderstanding, he chooses to take a bath at night.

"Dutiful, dutiful!" There was a knock at the door.

"Come in, please."

The man who came in was KOSHA. "I'm sorry. My father asked me to come here to see what Mr. Rodney needs."

"Oh, nothing. It's very comfortable here. By the way, where's the scorpion I killed?" Rodney asked.

"It's just placed in the back of the hotel. What do you want this for?"

"Eat."

"Eat? Such a big scorpion? " Kousha's silly eyes, they didn't think that this kind of food could be eaten.

"Of course, oh, by the way, it's really troublesome for you to prepare an iron plate and a few stones and firewood. Oh, there are also some seasonings. I want to make Teppanyaki." Well, iron scorpion.

"All right." Kousha left in silence.

In spite of his doubts, he chose to meet Rodney's requirements and soon found the Teppanyaki. In the evening, it was getting late.

Rodney ignited the flame, dismembered the scorpion, cut open all the useless things and threw them away. The rest peeled off the shell to reveal the white meat inside. It was very tender, just like the meat in the crab pliers. It was on the iron plate and made a sound, sprinkled with flavoring, and made the children on one side cry.

"Come on, eat together!" Rodney called people and had a bonfire party.

The bonfire party lasted until late at night, when everyone went back to their respective homes to find their mothers.

At night, Rodney took a bath and came to the roof of the hotel wrapped in a robe. The stars were brilliant and beautiful.

Looking down, it seems that someone is waving to him. It's doto.

He jumped down and asked with a smile, "what's the matter? Uncle doto, it's bad for the old people to stay up at night. "

Doto shook his head with a smile and said, "nothing. I'm used to it. I get up late in the morning. What's the matter? I can't sleep?"

"No, I wonder where the water of Juba comes from." Today, he made the excavated wall on both sides of the channel, but he never found the source.

Doto did not hide him, saying: "it's groundwater, coming from the depths of the earth to the surface, providing vitality for the city."

"Well, can we dig a well?" This is not Iruma, near the Santora river. It is in the middle of the desert and lives on groundwater and rain.

"It's hard to dig a well. We've been working hard." Doto said that he was not pedantic and naturally knew to dig wells, but he had dug a lot of wells all the time without any water.

However, in the face of sandstorm, Dorothy has no change. He is a tough old man. He will never be defeated by such difficulties. He will continue to fight for Juba.