newbobooks Chapter 309: Rainy Days
Chapter 309: Rainy Days
On the other side, Fu Yin has arrived in Qin City.
Qingshan Village is a village under the jurisdiction of Qincheng.
Qincheng is very remote, surrounded by mountains on three sides, not to mention the small villages scattered everywhere, which are all in the valleys, making it very inconvenient to transport supplies.
When she saw the familiar Wolong Mountain, Fu Yin remembered that she had been there once during the last earthquake.
No wonder the sound of prayers reached her ears. It must be that some people worshipped her in their homes.
At that time, I was busy rushing to the next place, so I just picked up the waste rocks and ran here, without paying close attention to this place. Now I see that the people living here are skinny and emaciated.
She flashed to Qingshan Village and stood quietly in mid-air. The wind brushed across her sleeves, fluttering them and lifting her three thousand strands of black hair, making them ethereal and otherworldly.
"Where is the head of Qingshan Village?"
The cold voice spread throughout the village.
In a dim room, four or five people were kneeling beside the bed and crying quietly. They were stunned when they suddenly heard this ethereal voice that seemed to come from the distant sky.
At this time, the children in the family ran in from outside, shouting, "Grandpa, grandpa, the gods are coming, the gods are coming!"
Everyone in the room was shocked, "What did you say, kid?"
The child pointed outside and said, "Mom, there are gods."
Everyone's heartbeats were thumping loudly, and they hurriedly scrambled out. After running a few steps, they turned back, half crying and half laughing, "The gods are looking for our father. Our father has been saved."
"Quick, carry dad out. Dad is very lucky, with the help of gods, he will definitely make it through."
A middle-aged man picked up the thin old man lying on the bed steadily.
When I left the house, I looked up and saw Fu Yin floating in the air. There was divinity in her eyes and eyebrows, and her fluttering sleeves made her look ethereal and otherworldly.
Everyone didn't dare to look at it any more. They put their hands on both sides and kowtowed three times devoutly. "I bow to the goddess of heaven."
One of them was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties who fell to the ground and choked up, saying, "Goddess of God, my father is the head of Qingshan Village. He fell in the field yesterday and has been in a coma since this morning and has not woken up yet."
"Please, Goddess, save my father. I am willing to sacrifice my life for this."
There were many people like him who kowtowed and prayed to God for help. When Fu Yin lowered her eyes, she could see that there were people kneeling in the yard of every household. Without exception, everyone was pale and thin, with cloudy and numb eyes. This reminded her of 1959.
She raised her hand and waved, and bits of green light fell on the earth and penetrated into the bodies of every citizen. This was the spirit of resurrection, which could repair their body functions.
The villagers felt the changes in their bodies and cried with joy. They kowtowed repeatedly, crying and shouting, "Thank you, Goddess. You saved my life. I will never forget you!"
"I want it to rain, so you should get up first."
When the villagers heard the word "rain", they cried even louder, hysterically, and howled, "We are saved, we are finally saved..."
Fu Yin sighed slightly, turned her hand, and a two-sided mirror appeared in her palm. She flicked her wrist lightly, and the two-sided mirror floated into the sky.
Suddenly, countless wisps of golden light emanated from the double-sided mirror, sprinkling on the ruined village, forming irregular spots of light. Tiny dust particles floated in the air, like jumping elves, dancing on the stage of light, peaceful and mysterious.
The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and golden light shines through the gaps, like a golden gauze covering the land.
Under the illumination of light and shadow, the face of the green figure could not be seen clearly. Only the angular and three-dimensional profile could be seen. The hem of her skirt swayed continuously, and a circle of light fell right behind her, as if she was shrouded in a halo.
This magnificent scene was seen by the entire Qincheng and other villages.
Tens of thousands of villagers knelt on the ground and bowed in the direction of Qingshan Village.
They were pious and reverent, with tears in their eyes, not knowing whether they were excited or moved.
Suddenly someone touched his face and murmured, "It's raining."
More and more people raised their heads, their faces covered with cold rain and hot tears. In the end, it was unclear whether there were more tears or rain.
"It's raining. It's really raining. Hahahaha."
They opened their mouths or held up the rain in their hands. Even though they were soaked like drowned rats, they smiled happily, their mouths wide open, saying, "It's raining."
The rain was getting heavier, from a drizzle to a crackling moderate rain. Raindrops fell in strings, forming curtains in the air, hitting the puddles and creating ripples.
People from all over the city were running and celebrating in the rain.
After an unknown amount of time, they knelt on the ground again, kowtowed, tears streaming down their faces, "My queen, how can I repay your kindness?"
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Several officials in plain clothes were standing under the eaves. They looked up at the gods in the distance and stretched out their hands. Strings of raindrops fell on their hands, permeating with a comfortable coolness, and their eyes were unconsciously moistened.
The rain lasted for three days and three nights, just enough to fill the rivers and wells.
Fu Yin rested in the space for these three days.
Before leaving, she went to the prefectural government. She didn't like dealing with polite occasions, so she left a bag of sorghum seeds and planting instructions to the prefect of Qincheng and ran away.
Sorghum is suitable for growing in mountains. Its yield per mu is not as high as others, only about 750 kilograms, but it is much better than the crops that villagers are currently growing.
Fu Yin was afraid that the prefect of Qincheng would send the seeds to the capital, so he left a note.
The servant of the prefecture's mansion soon found a large sack in the yard with a piece of snow-white paper on it. He was illiterate, but he knew that there was no rice paper as white as this in Beilu, and the only one who could produce this thing was probably that person.
Thinking of this, he immediately went to report with a smile on his face.
"Sir, this is a great event, please go to the yard and take a look!"
The prefect of Qincheng was discussing government affairs with several other colleagues. "What's the big happy event?"
"My humble opinion is that it is not an ordinary thing, so I dare not open it and have a look. It is better for you to go and have a look yourself."
Hearing this, the prefect and his men could no longer sit still, "Could it be the goddess of gods?"
They walked out quickly, with the servant leading the way.
The prefect saw the paper on the sack at a glance. He bent down to take a look, and picked it up carefully after seeing the contents clearly. He looked extremely excited and his eyes were red.
The prefect and the county magistrate also leaned forward to take a look, and immediately took a deep breath and exclaimed: "This is the real god."
Have compassion on all living beings, not like those high up in the temple.
The prefect wanted to hand the paper to the servant, but took it back halfway and said, "Go get a plate and put some velvet on it."
The servant moved quickly because he was also very excited and wanted to see what was in the sack that could make the adults so excited.
The prefect gently placed the paper with the message on it on the plate. The prefect and the county magistrate did not find it strange. This was a gift from the gods, so it was not an exaggeration to treat it as a family heirloom.
The prefect then opened the sack, revealing the sorghum seeds and a sheet of planting instructions.
The prefect laughed, "The people of Qincheng are saved, hahahaha."