Farmer Fubo is open for business

"Otherwise, if you really dig out the water source, we will provide you with one stone of rations. Do you think that's okay?" The village leader of Huaishu Village answered treacherously: "It doesn't count if it rains."

Song Jia snorted coldly: "Who cares about your one-stone ration?" After saying that, he walked away.

Back in the village, he found Song Sanshun, Song Laoliu and Song You, and said angrily: "Sanshun, let's not dig the pond outside the village. The well in the middle of the village has no water. Let's dig along that land." Just a small pond. It will be convenient for everyone to store water in the future, and there is no need to go outside the village for washing and washing!"

Song Sanshun: "Don't Zuocun and Huaishu Village want to work with us?"

"That's why we can't go poaching the one outside the village. We won't have to argue with him later."

The clan leader paced back and forth for a few steps with his hands behind his back and said, "I'm going to call people over now. We have to dig hard. If it rains, we can still catch up with the water storage."

He has really had enough of the drought. He has dozens of acres of farmland. If he continues to be unable to grow food, he will suffer a big loss.

So, the patriarch summoned more than a hundred people from the whole village, including men, women, old and young. Everyone dug soil and moved mud, and no one slacked off.

Song Baqi also came with a shovel and silently followed the others, which shocked many villagers.

Fortunately, no one laughed at him, and everyone spent all their energy digging the pond.

People from Zuo Village and Huaishu Village next door came to watch the fun, and some even made some sarcastic remarks.

"Dig a pond in the village. I have nothing to do when I'm full! How many rains will it take to fill up the water?"

"That's right, if by then we won't be short of water, who will bother to do all this useless work?"

The clan leader rushed over angrily, pointed at the people from outside the village and said: "Get out of here! If anyone dares to draw water from our village's well in the future, I will break his legs!"

Since the drought started, people from the neighboring village have also carried buckets to the patriarch's house or Song Sanshun's house to fetch water. Some people even secretly went to fetch water from the wells on the other side of the stream to water the fields at night, which is why the patriarch was so angry.

But even if they watered the fields, it was only a drop in the bucket and the harvest was still poor.

More than ten days later, the village pond was finally dug, measuring ten feet square and more than one foot deep.

The bottom of the pond was stepped on again and again by the villagers to prevent the water from leaking out.

But it was still cloudless for several days, and when it was time to sow, the people in the village began to despair.

"What can we do? If it doesn't rain again, we really have no way to survive!"

Many people were panicked.

Having no food is not a big deal. After all, we have survived the winter, and now is the time when everything is recovering. At worst, the whole family can eat wild vegetables, and occasionally dig up a field mouse to satisfy their hunger. People will die.

Song Sanshun struggled for a long time, and finally ran out on a dark and windy night, took out the two Dragon King statues in his arms, and buried them one on the edge of the pond.

After burying it, he put his hands together and bowed before sneaking home.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, Song Sanshun, who was in a daze, was woken up by his wife: "Sanshun! Get up! It's raining outside!"

Song Sanshun was excited, immediately stood up, opened the window and looked out.

Sure enough, there was a heavy rain outside, pattering on the ground and forming a stream in the yard.

"It's really raining!" He was pleasantly surprised: "Now we can sow seeds!"

Song Sanshun happily jumped off the kang, put on his clogs and ran out.

"Don't get cold in the rain!" Wu quickly held an umbrella for him to block the rain above his head.

Song Sanshun took the umbrella from his wife and rushed out of the yard. He wanted to see how the pond was doing.

When we got outside, we saw many villagers running out of their homes. They were very happy. Some even took out pots and jars from their homes to catch the rainwater.

At this moment, the pond is half full of water, and there is still a steady stream of rainwater coming in from all around.

Song Sanshun always felt that the rain over the pond was extremely heavy, almost a downpour, but he wondered if others noticed it?

He looked around and found that no one was paying attention to the scene, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as I was about to go home, I suddenly heard Song Laoliu running over in a hurry: "Sanshun, this is terrible! It rains only in our village, not anywhere else!"

He was so excited that he pulled Song Sanshun and said, "Come with me to see it! What a wonder! What a wonder!"

Song Sanshun was confused and was involuntarily pulled out of the village by Song Laoliu.

When I saw the scene in front of me, I was simply shocked.

The rain curtain was distinct, spreading outwards with Songjiacun as the center, and then stopped abruptly.

His own field is already at the edge of the villagers' farmland, barely covered by the rain, while other places are still dry.

"What a strange thing!" People from Zuo Village and Huaishu Village ran out to see the spectacle. Some people were angry: "Why does it rain in Songjia Village but not in other places? Even God is bullying people!"

"What a hell! Can it rain like this?"

There are many popular jumpers, but there is absolutely nothing they can do.

Song Sanshun looked at the sky and saw dark clouds in the sky, but he could also vaguely see sunlight, but the rain fell only on the Songjiacun site.

What is particularly magical is that there is a rainbow spanning the sky over Songjiacun, which makes the rain even more extraordinary.

After a while, the rain stopped, the clouds in the sky drifted away, the bright sunshine shone on the earth, and the rainbow gradually dispersed.

Song Sanshun was stunned for a while, then ran towards the village.

When I came to the pond, I saw that the pond was full of water, and the water level stopped just below the Dragon King statue that I had buried.

Song Sanshun knelt down and stirred up the water with trembling hands.

it is true!

Although the water in the pool is a bit turbid, there is no doubt that it is water and it is not an illusion.

At this time, the patriarch came over and said to Song Sanshun happily: "Sanshun, this rain is too timely. It rained just after we dug the pond. Do you think we should pay homage to the Water Dragon King and the Earth God?" ?”

Moreover, this rain is very strange. I am afraid God is not helping Songjiacun.

Song Sanshun stood up and said with a forced smile: "This rain is nothing unusual. In previous summers, it didn't happen that it rained in the east and sunny in the west. Today is just a coincidence."

The clan leader stroked his beard and said, "Even if it happens, I still have to worship. The seeds will be planted soon, so everyone can feel more at ease."

"It's up to you." In previous years, they would worship the God of Spring before sowing, but Song Sanshun didn't take it seriously.

In other places, a spring shrine has been set up specifically to hold sacrifices.

After saying goodbye to the clan leader, Song Sanshun returned home.

Seeing his little niece brushing her teeth, he felt mixed emotions.

"Chang'an, don't make statues of the Dragon King in the future." Song Sanshun suspected that the bald man already knew the miraculous power of the little niece's clay statue, so he was willing to pay 500 coins for it.

Changan was confused: "Why?"

Last month, Uncle Baldy ordered ten Dragon King statues from her and gave her all the deposit money. If he didn't do it himself, why shouldn't he lose money to him?

Song Sanshun looked around, pulled his little niece to a deserted place, and whispered: "Do you know that the Dragon King statue is very effective?"

Changan blinked and nodded.

She didn't know if it was effective or not, but she did dream of the clay statue spitting water last night.

When I woke up this morning, I saw that the two clay statues were missing from the cabinet again. Chang'an knew that his uncle must have used them to dig wells again.

Song Sanshun asked again: "Did you see the rain this morning?"

Chang'an nodded: "I saw it."

Song Sanshun: "This rain is very strange. It only falls around our village and not anywhere else."

"Really?" Chang'an laughed: "I want to go take a look!"

She has never seen Yin Yang Yu before.