"It has been a long time since Renjia Town has had such heavy rain."
If it rains on the grave, it means good farming this year.
Although a rain before Qingming Festival is a good thing, it is what farmers in the countryside look forward to most.
A good harvest of the year starts with planting rice. If there is no rain, how many farmers can plant the fields
Ninety-nine percent of the people in the small town of Renjia rely on farming to make a living and support their families.
How can we farm without water
Uncle Jiu looked at the rain in the courtyard that was like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky, and couldn't help but frowning slightly.
This rain!
Too big!
"Master! I'm dressed."
Russell was wearing a straw raincoat and felt warm all over, without any chill brought by the rain.
Uncle Jiu retracted his gaze, nodded slowly, took the hat from the side and put it on his head, then stretched out his hand and Russell put his little hand on it obediently.
Two people, one big and one small, walked into the rain curtain and walked towards the distance.
At this time, there were lightning and thunder in Renjia Town, and strong winds were howling, as if the Dragon King was angry. Heavy rain was pouring down, and the whole street was full of water, which seemed particularly rapid.
There were not many people coming and going on the streets. Most of them were sitting at home, looking at the rain on the street with worry.
The rain is too heavy!
It's not rain that's falling here, it's their lives that are falling!
The rain was getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger.
Uncle Jiu looked at Russell, who was struggling more and more against the wind, and asked, "Can you still walk?"
Russell nodded. Although the raincoat kept him warm and could keep him out of the rain, it had one disadvantage.
A bit heavy.
It was quite difficult for his small body to wear it and walk in the rain.
However, this is much better than holding an umbrella.
In such heavy rain, holding an umbrella is almost useless.
If the wind blows a little, the whole person will be blown back repeatedly. Someone like Russell might even spiral into the sky.
Russell walked forward with his calves. He had to go today.
Uncle Jiu just held his hand silently, and the two of them, one big and one small, walked slowly forward. The journey that usually took them half an hour took them nearly two hours.
“Boom boom boom!”
After finally arriving at the destination, Uncle Jiu gently knocked on the family's door. After a while, someone came to check the door.
He was a lame old man with one eye half blind. He had an old face and a hoarse voice.
When he saw Uncle Jiu, he was also shocked and spoke incoherently, "Lin, Taoist Lin, why did you come in person in such a rainy day!"
The man hurriedly moved aside and said, "Come in, come in, it's raining heavily outside!"
Uncle Jiu nodded and walked straight in. Russell also looked around.
This is the first time he has come to this place since he was a child, but he may come here more often in the future.
“It’s raining so hard today!”
Uncle Jiu took off Russell's straw raincoat, and in just a short while, a large puddle of water was left on the ground.
Without the restraint of the straw raincoat, Russell felt much more comfortable.
“Indeed, I have only seen two heavy rains since I was a child, and many people were drowned in those floods.
This time, alas! "
The old man sighed, looking inexplicably worried. This time the rain was much heavier than the last time.
If we don’t stop, the flood will come in just one day, not two days!
He suddenly thought of something and hurriedly searched for tea leaves. He hastily took out two broken bowls from the cabinet beside him, picked up the clay pot and poured steaming water into it.
"Master, you came at the right time. There is nothing to do at home, so I boiled some water. It is still hot. Drink some to warm your body."
He stretched out his hand to bring some water to Uncle Jiu, but he couldn't hold the bowl of water steadily because he had a crutch in one hand and the other hand holding it.
Uncle Jiu remained calm and took a quick step forward to catch it. "That's exactly what I want. I'm thirsty!"
He took the bowl and took a sip, "Not bad! Good tea! Fresh!"
"Master Lin, you are amazing!" The man gave a thumbs up. "The tea before Qingming Festival tastes good. I asked my son to pick some not long ago. I just stir-fried it. It can be considered seasonal tea."
He suddenly glanced at Russell, who was looking around curiously, and hurriedly reached out to get another bowl of tea on the table.
Uncle Jiu gave a wink and Russell sat directly on the chair on the left. The man was stunned and slowly withdrew his hand.
Uncle Jiu nodded imperceptibly and sat on a chair beside him. Only then did the man sit down.
As soon as he sat down, he couldn't help but speak, "Master Lin, it's raining so hard, why bother you to come in person? Don't worry, I will deliver the goods in person. It's just a little rain!"
"I just happened to be passing this way and brought the things back."
"I, I."
As the man was speaking, he couldn't help choking up. His home was not in the town at all. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was in the wilderness. How could it be on the way
He secretly pounded his weak left leg. If it weren't for this leg, there would be no need for Taoist Lin to come in person.
Uncle Jiu glanced at his leg, put the medicine bag in his hand on the table, and scolded him directly.
"I've told you several times that you must get the medicine. Otherwise, your leg won't get better even if you recuperate for a few more months!"
"It took so long just for a few dozen coins!"
The man nodded repeatedly and lowered his head without daring to speak.
Uncle Jiu took a deep breath, his hands clenched on the armrest beside him, which made a creaking sound, but he didn't say anything in the end.
The room suddenly became quiet, and the only sound was the rain outside, which was getting heavier and heavier, crackling like falling stones.
The man spoke, looking at Uncle Nine with reverence, "I heard that the Taoist priest has been showing great power recently. In addition to several evil spirits, the old man Chen whose soul was taken away by the Black and White Impermanence was also taken back by the Taoist priest after he made a scene in the underworld, crossed out the Book of Life and Death, and forcibly snatched him back. He is simply a living god!"
Puff!
Russell, who was drinking tea nearby, almost burst out in surprise. What was going on
You just changed Sun Wukong's name!
Uncle Jiu was not surprised. Three people make a tiger, and many mouths make gold. Often, a story will change its meaning after being passed around.
"It was because of the good deeds of Old Chen's ancestors and his own good luck that he was lucky enough to escape. It has nothing to do with me, but he will need to recuperate for a while before he can return to normal."
Uncle Jiu took another sip of tea and asked, "Are the things ready?"
"I've been ready for a long time!"
The man pointed to the things piled up on the side and said, "The same things that were sent to your house in the past eight years, a paper house, two paper umbrellas, two paper lanterns, two paper carts, two paper clothes, and a pair of paper candles."
The old man's face was full of apologies. "I originally planned to send it to you in the morning, but the rain is getting heavier, and my legs have been inconvenient these days, so I delayed your time."
"It's okay!"
Uncle Jiu looked at Russell and said, "Do you have anything else you want to give? This will be your business from now on. You have grown up."
Russell looked solemn and thought for a moment, "Is a paper horse okay?"
"good!"
"Do you have Yuanbao?"
"have!"
"Paper rooster, paper dog, okay?"
The one-eyed old man standing by was stunned. He had never heard of burning paper, paper roosters, or paper dogs for parents.
Uncle Jiu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of Russell's only children, Xiaohei and Erhei. He couldn't help but feel his eyes turn red and nodded directly.
"good!"