Qing Xuanzi nodded: "Yes, this is rain. It falls from the sky, nourishes the earth, and allows flowers, grass, and trees to grow."

Rong Jiaojiao seemed to understand and clapped her hands happily: "Baby!"

Meanwhile, people outside the mountains finally received their first heavy rain after more than a year of drought.

Whether in the city or the countryside, everyone was immersed in joy.

The villagers came out of their homes and stood in the rain, letting the rain soak their clothes.

They tilted their heads back, letting the rain fall on their faces, feeling the long-lost moisture.

"It's raining! It's finally raining!"

The village children cheered and ran and played in the rain, their laughter echoing through the rain.

The adults were also relieved; this rain meant the crops were saved and there was hope for their lives.

The drought that lasted for more than a year had almost driven them to despair, but this rain seemed like a blessing from heaven, giving them renewed hope.

"God has finally opened his eyes!" an elderly villager said excitedly, his face covered in tears, indistinguishable between rain and tears.

Another villager exclaimed, "These past year and a half have been so tough, this rain has come just in time!"

The village women were busy moving buckets, basins, and other containers outside to catch the rainwater. They knew that this rainwater would not only nourish the crops but also solve the village's water shortage problem.

There were only two light drizzles after the spring planting this year, not even enough to wet the ground, let alone allow the crops to absorb water. The crops have only just sprouted. This heavy rain is undoubtedly a timely help.

But the heavy rain didn't stop the next day, and the old farmer started to worry. The seedlings that had just sprouted couldn't withstand so much rain.

On the third day, all the farmers couldn't sit still any longer and braved the torrential rain to go to the fields to dig ditches and drain the water.

The torrential rain brought hope to farmers, but also new challenges.

Due to the logging and steelmaking campaign, coupled with more than a year of drought, the land became loose, and landslides began to occur in many places, causing roads to collapse and bringing great inconvenience to people's lives.

The already fragile mountainside was further strained by the torrential rain.

Soil and gravel slid down the hillside, destroying roads, blocking waterways, and even threatening the safety of the village.

Rong Lianhu's unit was almost entirely mobilized to carry out disaster relief efforts. Fortunately, starting from the fourth day, the rain gradually subsided, and two days later the sky cleared up, and the sun shone brightly again, with sweltering heat sweeping across the land.

Looking at the unpredictable weather, Qing Xuanzi shook his head helplessly, sighed, and continued to draw talismans back in his house.

Qing Xuanzi realized he hadn't seen his beloved disciple bring out fruits and vegetables in a long time, so he called out to her, "Jiaobao, how about giving your master some tomatoes and cabbage?"

Rong Jiaojiao, who was lying on the low couch doodling, heard "Jiaobao" called and immediately looked up. She saw the chef reaching out for vegetables and tomatoes.

She tossed out a bunch of seedlings and vines, and Qing Xuanzi suddenly had a bad feeling. He asked, "Jiaobao, you didn't pull up all the vegetables, did you?"

He was absolutely right, but unfortunately, Rong Jiaojiao could only give him a bewildered and innocent look in return.

Qing Xuanzi had no choice but to gather up the things on the ground, take Rong Jiaojiao to the edge of the field, and plant them all.

With the arrival of the plum rain season, most parts of northern China have experienced heavy rainfall, leading to severe root rot in crops. It seems inevitable that this year's grain production will be reduced, and people can only pray for divine intervention to stop the rain.

As the days went by, the various vegetables in the valley ripened and were harvested by Qing Xuanzi time and time again.

In the basin, Qing Xuanzi smiled smugly at the thriving crops, his efforts to drain excess rainwater after each heavy rain were worthwhile.

Standing on the edge of the field, Qing Xuanzi looked at the golden rice paddies and ripe cornfields, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

As the weather gradually clears up, it's time to harvest the crops in the valley.

Qing Xuanzi brought Rong Jiaojiao to the edge of the field and built her a portable wooden pavilion so she could hide from the sun inside.

He began harvesting corn, each spell slicing like a blade onto the corn cob stalk, instantly separating the corn cob from the stalk. With a sweep of his divine sense, Qing Xuanzi transported the corn cob into his sleeve.

Turning his head, he saw the little girl watching intently, and he knew that letting her watch from the side was the right thing to do. When teaching children, one must not only teach by words but also by example.

Rong Jiaojiao lived up to Qing Xuanzi's expectations, and the corn in her little secret realm was separating from the corn stalks one by one.

Before Qing Xuanzi had even harvested many ears of corn, she had already finished harvesting all the corn in her little secret realm, and then she watched her master busy with his work with a smile.

Qing Xuanzi laughed and scolded, "You naughty girl."

The next second, he sensed danger approaching and immediately became alert. Just as he was about to check, the corn cob in front of him had detached from the stalk and was swaying and drifting towards the little girl.

Qing Xuanzi was startled and quickly waved his hand to create a spiritual energy shield, catching the corn cob that was floating towards Rong Jiaojiao. He turned around and saw Rong Jiaojiao looking at him innocently, pointing at the corn cob as if to say, "I didn't do this."

Qing Xuanzi shook his head helplessly and laughed, "You little rascal, you really give me a lot of trouble."

He put the corn cob back into his sleeve, then walked to the wooden pavilion and gently patted Rong Jiaojiao's head: "Jiaobao, you can't do anything reckless, or you'll scare your master."

Rong Jiaojiao tilted her head, her eyes full of confusion: "Father Xi, take, treasure, take?"

It means the master accepts it, and the baby helps to accept it.

Qing Xuanzi patted her little head again and praised, "Yes, when Master harvests corn cobs, Baby will harvest too. But when Baby uses her divine sense, she can't get too close to Master, otherwise Master will think there is danger and attack your divine sense, and you will get hurt."

Rong Jiaojiao patted her chest and exclaimed, "Baby, you're awesome!" because her master had praised her again.

Qing Xuanzi was both amused and exasperated: "Fine, you're awesome!"

He even gave her a thumbs up, and Rong Jiaojiao giggled.

Praised, the little girl was full of energy and repeatedly used her divine sense, causing the corn cobs to fall to the ground one by one.

Looking at this divine sense power, Qing Xuanzi felt that it was almost half of his own, and he was very puzzled.

The little guy's ability to use his divine sense to attack can be attributed to the presence of a magical artifact, which allowed him to learn to use his divine sense to do anything. But where did his divine sense power come from?

I remember that her spiritual power was not as strong as it is now at the beginning, but how come it has increased so much in just one year?

Could it be because I use it every day? Should I also use my divine sense to do things every day?

As he thought about it, he felt it was feasible, so he immediately took action. In the next instant, his divine sense blade landed on the corn cob stalk not far away.