The thatched eaves are low and small, the earthen walls are mottled, and the urns are swayed on ropes, ordinary courtyards.

There are six thatched huts facing north and south, plus the east wing stove, the west wing cowl chicken coop, and the valley temple in the south corner. The entire courtyard is very regular.

There are three or five people in the yard, one cow in the cow pen, nine grass in the chicken coop, and a bush of green bamboo and a jar of lotus roots in the corner. It seems that the wealthy family is still a little bit elegant.

As dusk fell, chickens entered the house and cows entered the pen, and several people in the yard were still busy.

The woman with a jingle hairpin and cloth skirt was cooking in the kitchen. A little girl of five or six was squatting in front of the stove to burn the fire. The strong man was naked and chopping grass in the yard. She was a teenager with a horn at the age of fourteen or fifteen.

A child next to him was eight or nine years old, dragging a big broom to put the chopped fine fodder together, and then squatted down and carried the fodder into a large round basket.

"Dad, is it almost done? It's time to have a meal." The squatting boy whispered.

"You lazy guy!" the man cursed with a smile, but his tone was full of kindness. "If you chop two more baskets, you can't lose the animals."

"There have been chopped three big baskets, and the cows can be eaten for several days." The young man Jiang Hao muttered dissatisfiedly, "I have to go to practice later."

The man sighed: "Hao'er, you have been practicing for 5 years and have not developed any skills. Why don't you focus on doing small business?"

The woman happened to walk by with a clay pot and said softly when she heard this, "Haoer is only 15 years old, and she is still three years away from 18 years old."

"Oh, I'm afraid that he will achieve nothing even if he practices until he is 18 years old, and he will waste his time."

The woman looked very confident and said casually: "No, Hao'er is talented, how could she accomplish nothing?"

Jiang Hao was suddenly stunned, frowned, suddenly stood up, and shouted: "It's going to rain!"

Time seemed to have frozen, and the other four people in the yard were stunned!

The woman forgot that she was holding a tiled basin in her hand, and she was full of surprise and her steps were stumbled; the little girl who was burning the fire turned around in surprise, revealing a small face covered with ashes; the little guy who swept the grass was full of joy, and his movement of bent over and closing the grass was stuck!

The man let go of his hand and let the guillotine fall down, which scared Jiang Hao so much that he quickly retracted his claws.

It's so dangerous. This unreliable father almost staged a tragedy of father-son tyranny.

"Dad, hurry up and do it." Jiang Hao reminded loudly.

"Yes, yes, do it, hurry up!" the man woke up and shouted loudly.

Everyone was busy immediately.

The woman quickly went to the kitchen, and one scoop of water extinguished the fire at the bottom of the pot, and another scoop of water was poured into the pot to prevent the pot from being dried.

The man cleared the forage in the yard in three or five steps, rushed into the room in two steps, carried a large bundle of oil cloth, and shouted, "Come and help."

The other people immediately gathered around, and everyone carefully spread the huge oil cloth. Then the man and Jiang Hao pulled a corner and went to the east and west courtyard walls respectively. The woman also pulled a corner and went straight to the southeast corner of the courtyard. The remaining boy and girl pulled a corner and ran to the southwest corner of the courtyard.

In this way, a whole large tart cloth actually covered most of the yard and half of the roof of the main house.

The movement here alarmed the Zhang family in the East Courtyard. Old man Zhang shouted at the man squatting on the thatched roof: "Jiang Dexin, is it... going to rain?"

The voice was trembling. It was raining, that was a big deal!

Jiang Dexin squatted on the roof, laughed twice, and said nothing.

"Oh my God!" Old Man Zhang slapped his thighs and turned around and shouted, "Don't eat it anymore, hurry up, it's going to rain! It's going to rain!"

The people of the Old Zhang family are also busy. His family has no oil cloth. They just try their best to move out some jars and jars, hoping to collect more rain from God to reduce some heavy taxes and labor.

In fact, Jiang Dexin, the only one who prepared oil cloth at home to collect rainwater was prepared in five miles and three villages.

It’s not that other families can’t afford a large tart cloth, but when it rains, it’s too little, at most once or twice a year, at least... I can’t fall in love.

Moreover, the time it rains is very short, sometimes it is fleeting and the ground is not wet. If it takes a little longer, half a cup of tea, if it takes a cup of tea, no matter how sparse the rain is, it can be considered as God's eyes open.

God rarely opens his eyes. The heavy rain is just a legendary thing in the past. The short drizzle once or twice a year is what it is like.

Why did Jiang Dexin dare to buy oil cloth to collect rainwater? That's because he has a good son, Jiang Hao.

The so-called talent in Jiangmu's mouth is to predict the wind and rain.

In other words, even if other households buy oil cloths, it is useless. Because the rain comes quickly and falls quickly, maybe the rain stops before the oil cloths are pulled up. It is better to get some jars and jars and calculate as much as you can.

...

The wind was getting stronger and faster. When Jiang Dexin could hardly hold on to the oil cloth, the wind suddenly stopped again. Then the soft raindrops fell down and hit the oil cloth, making a rustling sound, like the sound of nature.

From far and near, there were high and low cheers.

The sound of gongs on the street was ringing, and someone shouted with the sound of gongs: "Sweet rain falls from the sky, be careful to collect it, and do not leave the house. Those who violate the orders will be killed!"

More gongs sounded, and several sounds echoed in the countryside: "Sweet rain falls from the sky, be careful to collect it, and do not leave the house, those who violate the order will be killed."

No one will risk collecting rainwater from the street or the wilderness. Once discovered, they will be beheaded.

Those sweet rains must nourish the grass and seedlings, make the rice sweeter, and make the world clearer. This is the iron law. No one in the world dares to refuse to follow the iron law of the entire Celestial Empire.

In fact, even allowing you to collect rain at your own home is something that has only happened in recent decades. When it is further away, when it rains, people have to hide in the house.

However, the rain is too precious, even if it kills people, it cannot hinder people from secretly collecting them. Moreover, it is difficult to supervise each household.

Therefore, later, the people were allowed to collect at their own homes and then donate them to the government to offset taxes and labor. If the extra ones were given, the government would give rewards.

...

The sparse rain lasted for only a short while, and then the matter was over.

The clouds dissipate, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. It turns out that the sky and the earth are much clearer, and there is an inexplicable feeling of comfort in the air.

Even ordinary people know that it is the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The reason why sweet rain is extremely precious is because it contains the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that can be used for cultivation.

Moreover, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the sweet rain is purer, richer and heavier, used for cultivation, and it will achieve twice the result with half the effort.

The premise is that you must have the blessing to absorb this pure rich and profound power, otherwise, the rain will be just rain.

Five people from all over the Jiang family carefully gathered the oil cloth and got a small body of clear and transparent water. Jiang Dexin did not dare to neglect it. He immediately took out a clean small jar and a porcelain spoon, carefully scooped the rain water into the jar, and then quickly sealed the mouth of the jar to prevent spiritual power from leaking out.

There was a little left at the bottom of the tarpaulin. Wang Dexin sent out the other four people, quietly took a small and old skin, carefully poured rainwater in, and hid it in the house quickly.

As soon as the bustle was finished, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open. Under the bright moonlight, several gorgeous guys walked in. The middle-aged fat man in charge politely bowed and said aloud: "Fifth Master, uncle, let me get the rain."

"It's coming very quickly." Jiang Dexin raised his eyebrows and teased.

"Fifth Master, we are hard-working, no more than you are idle."

"Oh, take it, most of the jar, where is the money?" Jiang Dexin said with a smile.

The fat man quickly handed over a purse and smiled and said, "Second Master, don't worry, this year's tax labor service, the uncle will say hello to the county."

"Go, I won't leave you anymore." Jiang Dexin took the purse, weighed it up and down, and said casually.

"Fifth Master, don't mind, we have to... search." The fat man smiled.

Jiang Dexin said coldly: "Oh? When did you have this rule?"

"It has always been there, but it has not been implemented here. Isn't this? Last time, a private rain was hidden in the house. The old man was furious and asked to treat everyone equally."

"Then, please let me go." Jiang Dexin frowned and gritted his teeth and uttered.

Several people spread around and opened all the jars and jars to check. They didn't even let go of the urinary stadium in the valley temple. In the end, they found nothing and said goodbye and left.

Jiang Dexin sighed softly, turned around and went into the inner room, took off the skin from the beam, shouted over Jiang Hao, and whispered: "Haoer, put it away, use it tonight."

"Dad, why take such a big risk?"

Jiang Dexin said: "Even if you give it to the mansion, it's just a little more money. If you use it frequently, you might be able to absorb it."

The boy took the skin and his eyes turned red. He stuttered: "Dad, I'm so unscrupulous."

"Haoer, you are already very good compared to the children in the village. If it weren't for you, our family wouldn't have this yard, this cow and a large area of ​​land."

"But, the brothers and sisters on the mansion are much better than me."

"That's because my father is not good at it, so I can't blame you."

The atmosphere was a little dull, and Jiang's mother walked in with a smile: "Hurry up and have a meal, Hao'er is still going to practice."

"Yes, yes, eat quickly." Jiang Dexin said.

Only Jiang Hao had a simple meal, but he had a boiled egg, which made the little girl Jiang Mianer's eyes burst into flames. The other little boy was obedient and drank porridge and ate cakes.

The little boy's name is Tanzi. Jiang Dexin picked it up three years ago. He was already very satisfied with being able to have enough food to eat.

Under the supervision and comfort of his parents, Jiang Hao ate the egg helplessly, feeling sad in his heart with his little sister's hatred gaze.

This is also impossible. I used to secretly give it to Jiang Hao, but it was probably cheaper for the little girl.

Jiang Dexin was very happy and said that he made money today, and bought fish and meat tomorrow, and had a good meal. Finally, the little girl forgot about the eggs for the time being and thought about something more delicious.

After dinner, Jiang Hao left as if he was running away, and he was sure of his attention.
Chapter completed!