The reborn Luotuo Xiangzi started his rise from marrying Huniu

"God, please give me some rain!"

"Lord Dragon, have mercy on us poor people!"

"……"

A group of people in rags were kneeling in front of a Dragon King temple dozens of miles away from Jiao Mountain.

The old man in front held three incense sticks in his hands and knelt on the ground praying devoutly.

Behind him, many people with tattered clothes and sad faces followed him on the ground, kowtowing and praying.

They are all common people nearby. Because it has not rained in Laizhou for more than a year, the fields have dried up and the crops have almost failed to harvest, so many people gathered in front of the Dragon King Temple here to pray for rain.

The people who suffer the most in this troubled world are the people.

Not only are corrupt officials rampant, exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes are overwhelming them, but even God will not give them a way to survive!

Although they prayed sincerely for a long time, even though there were many dark clouds in the sky, not a drop of rain fell.

In the distance, a group of people saw this scene, but couldn't help but stop.

Qin Xiang, who was sitting on the horse, couldn't help but look solemn as he looked at the people kneeling down to pray.

He took three of Huniu and a dozen guards with him. He originally wanted to visit Laizhou City and see if he could recruit people there.

But who would have thought that I would see this scene halfway!

"Dragon King……"

The shrill shouts reached here, and Huniu, Jiuer and the three of them couldn't help but feel a pain in their hearts.

They are all ordinary people and have the most intuitive understanding of the suffering of ordinary people.

The land is droughty and the crops have failed, but the corrupt officials above will not relax all kinds of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes. In the end, the people are forced to sell their children and daughters...

Fuzi saw the tattered clothes of these people, as well as those who The thin child next to his parents couldn't help but burst into tears.

Qin Xiang looked at these people, feeling a little sad for their ignorance, but also a little angry at their indifference.

Although the three animals on the incense table are plump and plump, God or the Dragon King probably cannot eat them, and it is unlikely that it will rain because of this.

If praying for rain is useful, why should we ask for a weather forecast?

Jiuer sighed and suddenly said:

"My husband, these people are so pitiful!"

"It seems like they haven't had much to eat, otherwise I won't be able to buy my gold jewelry, so I can use the money to buy them some food!"

She is originally from Dongshan, and she feels the suffering of the people here most directly. She knows that if the drought continues, the people will sell their sons and daughters.

She herself was sold by her father, and she almost married that man. Dan Bianlang, a man with leprosy and pus flowing out.

And if the children of the common people are sold, the men will basically be slaves, and the women will most likely fall into prostitution...

After hearing her words, the tiger girl bit her Gritting teeth:

"Sister Jiuer is right, otherwise our gold weapons will be stopped and we can save the people here!"

Fuzi also nodded:

"That's right, Brother Xiangzi, since we want to take root here, if you do more good deeds, the people will think highly of you!"

After hearing their words, Qin Xiang shook his head.

The price of food also rose during the famine years, and their little gold could not be used for anything.

However, Fuzi's words reminded him.

Since he wants to take root here, he should do more. Good things are always right. It not only helps the people, but also opens up his own reputation!

Thinking of this, he immediately turned his attention to the three-dimensional bird's-eye view map and reduced the map area.

He raised the real-time three-dimensional bird's-eye view map to several thousand meters. Height, the land below was reduced exponentially, but Qin Xiang also saw the clouds gathering in the sky.

Such accumulation of rain clouds is normal if it doesn't rain. It is likely that after a gust of wind blows over, the clouds gradually disperse. Open!

But how can we help these people?

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a clear prompt sound in his mind:

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, your gold mine production has accumulated to 1,000 kilograms!"

This one thousand kilograms is pure gold production, not gold ore. Nearly a hundred bandits worked desperately, and it is difficult to dig one kilogram of pure gold in one day.

However, with the BUFF that doubles the gold production, Qinxiang's gold mine production But it quickly accumulated this value!

Hearing this reminder, Qin Xiang couldn't help but his heart moved, turned to Huniu and the others and smiled:

"If you want to help them, gold can't solve many problems. You have to help them pray for rain!"

"Asking for rain?"

Huniu Jiu'er and Fuzi couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Could it be that he can still pray for rain?

After Qin Xiang finished speaking, he raised his hand and whipped the horse on the buttocks, then ran to the Dragon King Temple, and then Chun Lei yelled angrily.

The army horse neighed, and suddenly the man stood up, raised his front hooves and kicked the incense table, knocking all the incense burner tributes on the incense table to the ground.

A group of people were suddenly shocked:

"Where did this bastard come from and dared to kick over the incense table tribute of the Dragon Prince!"

"Can you bear the guilt for delaying our prayer for rain?"

A few farmers and men jumped up, ready to take action.

Unexpectedly, Qin Xiang suddenly pulled out a Mauser pistol from his waist, raised his hand and shot the Dragon King statue.

Bang!

The Dragon King's head was immediately hit. Half of it was broken!

A group of people were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they knelt on the spot and did not dare to move.

Qin Xiang sat on the horse and looked at the statue of the Dragon King with half of its head broken:

"If the Dragon King really has a spirit and I smashed his statue with one shot, why didn't he rain down thunder and fire and kill me?"

After hearing this, the people couldn't help but secretly look up at the sky.

It was quiet in the sky, but there was no thunder at all.

It seems that the Dragon King is really out of order!

Qin Xiang sneered:

"What's the use of asking him to make clay sculptures out of mortal bodies!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand:

"Come on, bring our cannon over here!"

When the guards heard this, they immediately looked at each other. If it doesn't rain, will it be useful to pull the cannon over?

Besides, which cannon should be pulled?

Qin Xiang pointed behind them:

"That's the one!"

A group of guards turned around and saw a Katyusha rocket launcher not far behind them.

This Katyusha rocket launcher was only successfully developed by the Soviet Union in three or three years. It can fire six rockets at a time.

But it turned out that just now Qin Xiang had an idea and used five kilograms of gold to directly exchange for a rocket launcher and six rain-increasing rockets.

Several guards couldn't help but be surprised.

Did Master Qin know how to move the five ghosts? When did he put a cannon here?!

Not allowing them to think about it, a group of people turned around and pulled the rocket launcher over and placed it in front of the Dragon King Temple.

Qin Xiang pointed the muzzle at the dark clouds in the sky, and then said loudly to the sky:

"Since God won't let it rain, what's the use of begging him? Why don't you just fight with him!"

"How dare God not let it rain, let the cannons fire and blast his mother!"

As soon as the words fell, the Katyusha rocket launcher roared, and a rocket dragged its dazzling long tail and flew towards the clouds!