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The drought has lasted for more than a month, and many rivers with insufficient water flow have dried up. People in the city do not farm, and they drink tap water. They just feel that prices are rising rapidly, and there may be nothing other than complaints and anger in their hearts.

However, rural people feel the drought deeply. This year’s harvest is destined to be completely wiped out. Fortunately, rural people have the habit of stocking grain for their families. If there is no harvest in a year, they will not starve to death.

To the extent that only water has become a problem, it has caused great inconvenience to life.

Many trees on the mountain have died of drought, but the small village of Wangjiagou is still full of vitality. People's lives are not greatly affected. The whole village is still covered in green, and the environment is beautiful and unchanged. Every day, nearby villages come here to collect water.

There is an endless stream of waterwheels.

People coming and going looked at the village with envious eyes, and the villagers gradually realized the benefits of installing irrigation facilities.

Zhang Taiping was so restless that he took out his motorcycle and planned to go around the neighborhood.

Yaya has already had her summer vacation. It’s too hot outside these days. She basically stays at home watching TV and playing games or learning to swim in the hot spring under Ye Ling’s guidance. When she saw her father getting ready to go out, she ran up and asked, “Dad.

, where are you going?"

Zhang Taiping said: "Dad is going out for a walk, would Yaya want to come with us?"

The little girl nodded quickly: "Yes, yes!"

He put the little girl on the back seat and was about to start the motorcycle when Wukong ran out of the house and jumped over to him with a squeak, obviously wanting to go with him. Zhang Taiping smiled and started the motorcycle and sprayed

Wukong's face was full of black smoke.

"Squeak!" Wukong scratched and pulled in the air a few times. When the black smoke dissipated and he opened his eyes, the motorcycle had already driven out. He roared, immediately turned around and went into the house to take out Ye Ling's mountain bike, jumped on it and jerked it.

He immediately chased Zhang Taiping.

Even if Zhang Taiping rides his motorcycle very slowly in the village, it cannot be caught up by the bicycle. Wukong is destined to follow behind and eat dirt all the way.

When they were about to leave the village, Yaya shouted happily: "Dad, drive faster, Wukong is catching up!"

"Okay! Hug dad tightly, smash the door and throw Wukong away!" After saying that, he sped up and rushed out.

By the time Wukong arrived at the village entrance with his bicycle, the motorcycle had already disappeared, leaving only the dust that had not dispersed. He had no choice but to stop angrily, turn around, and ride around the village again.

Zhang Taiping did not ride too far and stopped a short distance around the mountainous road.

There are farmlands on both sides of the road around the mountain. The corn sown after the wheat was harvested has not sprouted. In some places, the early corn planted has been dried into dry firewood. The ground has been dried to the point of condensation into slabs, and even in some places it has become dry firewood.

It has been cracked by the sun.

Looking around, you can see a desolate scene. If you see this scene in the evening when the sun sets, it will inevitably make people feel like the end of the world.

Zhang Taiping took out a cigarette, and the little girl immediately said: "Dad, let me light a cigarette for you." Children love to do this kind of thing, lighting a cigarette for their father.

"Okay." Zhang Taiping knelt down and handed the lighter to the little girl.

The little girl held the lighter in one hand to light the flame, and then with her other white jade-like hand, she carefully handed it over to the cigarette that her father was holding. When she lit it, she happily let go of her hand and returned the lighter to her father.

Zhang Taiping stood up and smoked, looking at the land whining under the sun with a blurry face. Not even a single person could be seen. It is hard to imagine that in such a big environment, there is still a green world like Wangjiagou. It is simply

One is hell and the other is heaven.

The little girl carefully walked from the roadside to the ground, found a stick and moved a pile of soil and said, "Dad, there is a toad here and it's dead!"

"Yes." Zhang Taiping responded softly. Lack of water not only means that the crops cannot grow, but also the small animals hiding under the shallow soil cannot survive.

The child has a sensitive mind. Sensing Zhang Taiping's low mood, he became serious when he returned to him and said, "Dad, can't crops grow in this land?"

Zhang Taiping nodded: "The weather is too dry and crops cannot grow."

"Then why can crops still grow in our village?" The little girl raised her head and looked at her father's face and asked.

"Because there is water in our village and we can irrigate it." Zhang Taiping said, gently stroking the little girl's head.

"Then if they don't plant crops, they will have nothing to eat. Will they starve to death?" the little girl asked, her face full of sorrow.

Zhang Taiping looked at his daughter's serious face, picked her up and put her on the back seat of the motorcycle, shook his head and said: "She won't starve to death for the time being. The country does not allow such a thing to happen." He started the motorcycle.

At the same time, he added in his heart that if the drought continues, the outcome will be unknown. "We will go."

On the way back, Zhang Taiping met a group of people. Dozens of people carried a pig, which had been cooked, and brought many tributes. They came to the center of the barren and arid farmland and set up a simple altar.

He put all the tributes on top and lit three sticks of incense sticks, each two feet long and as thick as a little finger.

Zhang Taiping parked his motorcycle on the roadside and watched with his legs propped up on the ground.

"Dad, what are they doing?" Yaya asked curiously.

"I'm praying for rain." Zhang Taiping replied simply.

While the father and daughter were talking, an altar to offer sacrifices to heaven had been set up over there, with the pig in the center. This is modern society, and there is no custom of using humans to offer sacrifices to heaven, and the law does not allow it, so only sacrifices to heaven are allowed.

It was a pig. If we were in ancient feudal times and the theory of gods and ghosts was prevalent, it would not be impossible to use a child to offer sacrifices to the sky when encountering a severe drought that was rare in hundreds of years.

After setting up the altar and the sacrifices, everyone knelt on the ground and bowed to the altar. Only an old woman in strange clothes was left holding a wooden sword and waving it in front of the altar, while muttering something in her mouth,

Unexpectedly, it is the so-called mantra.

After about ten minutes, the goddess finally stopped dancing, and her body swayed like a pendulum. After stopping, she said: "God has accepted your offerings and heard your requests. In the near future, it will send down rain to alleviate the severe drought."

"

The people kneeling on the ground quickly kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, shouting "Thank God" in unison.

This situation is bound to happen, and it is certainly not the case. When people face insurmountable natural disasters, they will always unconsciously place their expectations on the misty ghosts and gods. In ancient times, many turmoils or uprisings were the same.

The most typical example of this situation is the peasant uprising in the late Han Dynasty, which is known as the Yellow Turban Rebellion in history. It is based on the idea of ​​ghosts and gods, and the slogan is "Heaven is dead, Huang Tian is here to stand." Anyone who participates in it.

All of them had yellow turbans tied on their heads.

In modern society, people have received decades of scientific education. Naturally, most people will not turn to ghosts and gods as they did in ancient times once they encountered natural disasters. However, such people still exist, just like this group of people today.

Outsiders will know that the goddess is a liar at a glance, but it doesn’t matter to others. Once someone comes out to accuse the goddess of being a liar, I believe that the first person to stand up angrily to refute is definitely not the goddess but the group of people who were deceived.

people.

This is something Zhou Yu would like to do if Huang Gai's family was beaten.

"Dad, do you think they can ask for rain?" Yaya asked innocently.

Zhang Taiping started his motorcycle and replied: "Maybe."

Yaya immediately said happily: "Then I also ask God to rain quickly. After the rain, crops can be planted, and people will have food to eat and water to drink."

Zhang Taiping smiled silently without saying anything, and the motorcycle rushed out.

On the way, Yaya asked: "Dad, why doesn't anyone in our village pray for rain?"

Zhang Taiping remembered that there were indeed people praying for rain at the beginning, and the momentum was still rising. In the end, the old village chief suppressed it, and explicitly prohibited such feudal activities. In addition, the village

There is a water source inside, but it is just a little inconvenient for people to drink water. It has not reached the point of running out of water. Naturally, no one resisted the old village chief, so no one held any activities to pray for rain. As for the inside of their own homes,

It is unknown whether anyone worshiped God and prayed for rain.

"Because our village does not need to pray for rain, our village has water sources." Zhang Taiping said, "And this is a feudal activity and the police do not allow it."

The little girl immediately said nervously: "Then I prayed for rain just now. Will the police come to arrest me?"

Zhang Taiping laughed: "No, as long as you silently pray for rain in your heart, no one else will know. Only God can know, and it will rain."