Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated! Chapter 246: Fu Bao: Is it my pot again?

"Shrimp? A drought?"

Fu Bao, who was lying on the mat, was instantly stunned.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that since the weather has warmed up, they really haven't had any serious rain here. 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 good weather and can play in the yard.

Is it my fault again?

Fu Bao hurriedly began to pray, praying to God that the rain would stop soon.

In this day and age, we depend on the sky for food.

If it doesn't rain all the time, the crops will dry up, and the vegetation in the mountains will not be able to withstand it. Any spark may cause the boss's wildfire.

In later generations, the Amazon forest fire, the Australian fire, and the American fire seemed to be caused by the hot weather.

Just thinking about the smoke billowing in the video makes one feel panicked.

Although Fubao is praying hard, she herself is not sure if it will work.

Although she is God's most beloved cub, the matter of begging for rain is not a trivial matter.

It's like a child asking their parents for a lollipop, a small toy, etc. The value is not high, and you can find a convenience store or supermarket to achieve your wish.

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

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

From Fubao's point of view, it is a relatively big request that she wants God to rain now.

Look at this sky, it's as blue as a wash, and there's not even a cloud or thread. If you want to rain, how can it be so easy?

Still, pray!

Fu Bao prayed intently, but fell asleep shortly after.

Mr. Xu and Mrs. Xu didn't talk in the yard when they saw Fu Bao falling asleep, but carried Fu Bao back to the house.

Lichun quickly went to collect the mat, cleaned it, and sent it back to the house to prevent the mat from being exposed to the sun and hot outside.

Fu Bao had a dream.

In her dream, she kept running, running under the scorching sun.

The sun was so blazing that she felt dehydrated.

Clouds are constantly flying across the sky, occasionally blocking the sun.

However, there was no rain.

When Fu Bao woke up from her dream, she was soaked with sweat.

"My baby, my baby!"

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"My dear, 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.

Yes, she's having a nightmare!

From a very early age, Fu Bao has had no nightmares.

As God's most beloved cub, she rarely has nightmares. And every nightmare is an omen.

In other words, this year is really going to be a drought.

And this drought was not caused by her.

Although I'm glad this is not my own pot.

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

In the year of severe drought, there is no harvest.

For the people of this era, whether it is a drought or a flood, it is a disaster that makes them desperate.

However, in the face of this disaster, Fu Bao is helpless.

She's just God's most beloved cub, and the emphasis is on "cub".

In this world, God truly controls everything.

It was still sunny, day after day.

The work of the villagers to fight the drought has started from morning till night.

Even though there is a waterwheel, the scorching weather without the slightest rain stars makes everyone a little irritable, and it feels like a little bit of sparks can burst.

Fu Bao sees heaven and earth and prays, but every time he prays, she falls asleep and then dreams of running under the scorching sun.

After having this dream many times in a row, Fu Bao was desperate.

It is impossible to pray.

In this situation, I can only fight against the sky, its power is infinite.

In order to combat the drought, the villagers started to grow sweet potato seedlings, preparing to plant sweet potatoes with strong drought resistance in a large area. As for other crops in the field, they have basically been abandoned.

Except for the fields near the Peach Blossom River, in other fields, the villagers endured heartache and destroyed the crops in the fields and planted sweet potato seedlings instead.

The strong man breaks his wrist!

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

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

But the facts are doomed to disappoint them.

Mr. Xu has been quietly stocking up food, and will bring the purchased food home when it is dark and no one is there.

At the same time, Shen Wansheng, the prefect of Xiangyi Prefecture, was not idle. And the government-run plan for carriage and passenger transport that Mr. Xu negotiated with him could only be put on hold because of this severe drought.

In this year of severe drought, people may not be able to eat, how can they still have the ability to raise horses?

Sanhe Town, Zhao Family Inn.

Zhao Bingzhuo did not continue to lie on the bed, but wandered in the backyard.

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

"Xiao Wu, go back to the capital and use all the power of the Zhao family to transport food to Xiangyi."

After walking around the yard for a few laps, Zhao Bingxiao suddenly stopped and turned to look at Zhao Rui, who was standing under the shade of a tree.

"Now?! Such a hot day?"

Zhao Rui was dumbfounded.

It's really getting hotter and hotter today. He's wearing shorts and shorts, standing in the shade, dripping with sweat. In such a hot day, he still went to the capital, which would kill him!

"Bullshit!"

"How about you stay here and I'll go back to the capital?"

Zhao Bingzhuo stared.

Zhao Rui can only admit it.

If some of his brothers and sisters knew that he was so unfilial, I was afraid that he wouldn't have to say anything from his master, and he would be cleaned up.

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

"At this time, shouldn't it be the emperor who is gracious to the people?"

Zhao Rui looked at his master in confusion.

In the past few years, many places in Datang suffered from droughts and floods. His master never asked anyone to do anything. Why is this time an exception?

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

"What?"

As soon as I heard Zhao Bingxiao's words, Zhao Rui jumped up and down, "Master, don't forget about it!"

"Fuck you!"

Zhao Bingzheng smiled, "If you can't think about it, I won't think about your master!"

"However, this title, your master, I will decide!"

Hearing Zhao Bingzheng's resolute words, Zhao Rui looked desperate and said, "It's over, it's over, Master, you are trying to restrain yourself!"

"With this title, you are no longer a commoner!"

"If we do business again, we will be governed by the clan's government!"