Zhuang Rongrong wiped her hands, looked up and asked with a smile, "Grandpa Village Chief, what brings you here to see Rongrong?"

"Village chief, just say what you have to say."

The village chief sighed and said with a smile, "Rongrong is so sensible. Today, Grandpa Village Chief came to ask you to bring out that Bodhisattva statue."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Rongrong's face stiffened.

Her smile deepened unnaturally as she asked, "Grandpa Village Chief, why did you invite that Bodhisattva?"

Liu Cuihua also looked puzzled. "My family's Buddha statue is very precious. It's not something you can just invite casually. Village Chief, you'd better give us a good reason."

The village chief smiled wryly, "I'm doing this to save everyone's lives. Our Peach Blossom Village has been suffering from drought for so long; people were bound to die of thirst sooner or later."

He glanced at Zhuang Rongrong cautiously. "I was thinking that Rongrong is the lucky star of our village. Maybe we can pray to the Bodhisattva and have a heavy rain fall on our village."

Zhuang Rongrong's eyes flickered.

It's not difficult to bring down a heavy rain.

It just needs more good fortune.

This also allowed him to make a name for himself.

After all, the important person in the book is about to arrive.

Zhuang Rongrong smiled, her face full of understanding, and said, "Of course I can. This is for the lives of everyone in our village. I will do my best to pray to the Bodhisattva. Don't worry, Village Chief."

Upon hearing her agree, the village chief was overjoyed. "Alright, tell me what I need to prepare? Just tell me, and I'll get it all for you!"

"I want an altar, and I want all the villagers to kneel outside the altar. When the Bodhisattva hears everyone's pleas, he will naturally feel pity and send down rain."