Chapter 246

"Shrimp? Will there be a severe drought? "

Fubao, lying on the mat, was stunned.

Looking back carefully, it seems that they haven't had any serious rain since the weather got warmer. She didn't feel anything special about it.

No!

It seems that during this period of time, in order not to stay in the house, she has been looking forward to the fine weather and playing in the yard.

Is it my pot again?

Fubao began to pray in a hurry, praying that it would rain soon.

In this age, it's a matter of depending on the weather.

If it doesn't rain all the time, the crops will dry up, and the vegetation in the mountains will not be able to survive. A little spark may lead to a big mountain fire.

Later, the Amazon forest fire, the Australian fire and the American fire all seemed to be caused by the hot weather.

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

Although Fubao was trying to pray, she was not sure whether it would work.

Although she is God's favorite cub, this matter of asking for rain is not a trivial matter.

It's like children asking their parents for a lollipop, a little toy or something, which is of low value, and you can achieve your wish by finding a convenience store or supermarket.

But if you ask your parents for a car or a house, even if your parents have a lot of money, you can't get them from the roadside.

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

In Fubao's opinion, it's a big demand for her to have a rain.

Look at the sky. It's as clear as water. There's not even a cloud. If you want to have a rain, how can it be so easy?

But pray!

Fubao prayed attentively, but soon fell asleep.

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

Li Chun quickly collected the mat, cleaned it, and sent it back to the house, so that the mat would not be scalded by the sun outside.

……

Fubao had a dream.

Dream, she has been running, running in the hot sun.

The sun was so hot that she felt dehydrated.

There are clouds flying over the sky, and occasionally there will be clouds covering the sun.

However, there is no rain.

When Fubao woke up from her dream, she was wet with sweat.

"Dear, dear!"

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"Darling, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my mother is here!"

Mrs. Xu's soft voice clearly appeared in Fubao's ears, and Fubao's consciousness gradually became clear.

Yeah, she had a nightmare!

From a very early time, Fubao did not have nightmares.

As God's favorite cub, she seldom has nightmares. And every nightmare is a kind of omen.

In other words, there will be a serious drought this year.

She did not cause the drought.

I'm glad it's not my own pot.

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

In the year of drought, there is no harvest.

For the people of this era, whether it's drought or flood, it's a disaster that makes them despair.

However, in the face of this disaster, Fubao is powerless.

She's just God's favorite cub. The key point is "cub".

In this world, it's God who really controls everything.

……

It's still sunny, day after day.

The villagers in the village have been fighting against drought from morning till night.

Even with a water wheel, the scorching weather without any rain stars makes everyone a little bit irritable. Mars is just a little bit short of being able to burst.

Fubao saw heaven and earth praying, but every time she prayed for him, she would fall asleep and dream of running in the hot sun.

After having this dream for many times in a row, Fubao was desperate.

It's impossible to pray.

In this case, we can only fight against the sky with infinite force.

In order to fight against drought, the villagers began to give birth to sweet potato seedlings, ready to plant a large area of sweet potato with strong drought resistance. As for other crops in the field, they have been basically abandoned.

In addition to the fields near the Taohua River, the villagers endured heartache and destroyed the crops and planted sweet potato seedlings.

A strong man breaks his wrist!

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

Of course, there are also some people holding the last chance, hoping that God will rain.

But the fact is doomed to let them down.

Mr. Xu is already quietly collecting grain. When it's dark and there is no one, he will transport the purchased grain home.At the same time, Shen Wansheng, the governor of Xiangyi Prefecture, was not idle. He had already handed over the story of the drought to Xiangyi Prefecture. However, the official plans of carriage, freight and passenger transport that Mr. Xu discussed with him had to be shelved for the time being because of the severe drought.

In the drought, where can people feed?

……

Sanhe Town, Zhao inn.

Instead of continuing to lie on the bed, Zhao bingjuan wandered in the backyard.

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

"Xiao Wu, you go back to the capital and use all the strength of the Zhao family to transport grain to Xiangyi Prefecture."

After walking around the yard for several times, Zhao Bingju suddenly stops and looks at Zhao Rui standing in the shade of a tree to enjoy the cool.

"Now?! Such a hot day? "

Zhao Rui is a fool.

This day is really getting hotter and hotter. He is wearing a short shirt and shorts, standing in the shade of the tree, dripping with sweat. It's killing him to go to the capital on such a hot day!

"Nonsense!"

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

Zhao Bingju glared.

Zhao Rui can only accept advice.

If several of his elder martial brothers and sisters knew that they were so unfilial, they would be cleaned up without their own master.

"Master, you didn't get involved in these things before?"

"Shouldn't it be the emperor who is benefitting the people at this time?"

Zhao Rui looks at his master in a puzzled way.

In the past few years, there were droughts and floods in many parts of the Tang Dynasty, and his master never asked anyone to do anything. Why is there an exception this time?

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

"What?"

After listening to Zhao Bingju's words, Zhao Rui jumped up and said, "master, you must not think hard about it!"

"Get the hell out of you!"

Zhao Bingju said with a smile, "you can't think of it. I won't even think of your master!"

"However, I'm going to decide the title of your master!"

Hearing Zhao Bingju's firm words, Zhao Rui looked desperate and said, "it's over, it's over, master. You're going to be trapped in a cocoon!"

"With the title, you will no longer be a common man!"

"If we do business again, we will be under the control of the patriarchal clan."