Chapter 111 Blessing all things, nourishing silently.



"System, are you ready?" Yan Wan saw that it was almost 1:15 a.m. She stood on the city gate tower and looked down at the refugees who were hoping for rain to end the drought.

They were all genuine farmers from Yunzhou City. Because of a severe drought, their harvest failed completely, and their families passed away before the drought ended. What did they do wrong? They did nothing wrong. They were just ants at the very bottom of society. No one cared about their lives, no one cared about their feelings, and no one respected their thoughts.

They have nothing, they just diligently tend to a piece of land their whole lives, exchanging grain for a meager income, and for them, this kind of life is already very satisfying.

However, the original author, in order to use the drought plot to advance the relationship between the male and female protagonists and drive the story forward, actually arranged for this disaster to last for a full six months. To the original author, the characters were merely the most insignificant NPCs, just a denominator, tools used only to highlight the male and female protagonists.

Their lives shouldn't be like this; they are the most lovable people in the world.

Everyone is the protagonist of their own life.

"Host, are you sure you want to think this through? Although Thunder and Rain is a reward, it only lasts for one day. Yunzhou City has been suffering from drought for a long time. Are you sure you want to use this reward now? After you use it, Yunzhou City will continue to suffer from drought until the plot unfolds," the system explained in detail.

"I'm sure that as long as people are alive, they always need some hope," Yan Wan said firmly. Yunzhou City has been suffering from drought for three months, and there are still three months until the end of the story. If it rains now, it will bring them hope and allow more people to get through this and move towards a new future.

Yan Wan looked down and saw that the people's eyes were no longer lifeless, but full of anticipation, waiting for the rain to fall at the right moment. For them, as long as it rained, the ground would not be dry, and when the ground was moist, they could plant crops. As long as they could plant crops, they would have hope for the future.

"Who knows the hardship behind every grain of rice on the plate?" Every grain of rice wasted on the table represents the result of months of hard work. The grain they painstakingly cultivated has become cheap goods that the powerful and wealthy can casually discard.

It's ridiculous; this world is truly unfair.

"Yan Wan, what did you call me here for?" Ji Mohan's voice sounded from behind. In the morning, a servant came to report that Yan Wan was waiting for him on the city gate tower.

Ji Mohan didn't want to come, but when he thought about how he hadn't seen Yan Wan for several days, he came anyway.

Yan Wan, you are so heartless. If I don't go looking for you, you won't come looking for me either.

"Come here, come over here quickly." Yan Wan pulled Ji Mohan over, and the two of them stood on the city gate tower looking down.

"What are you looking at?" Ji Mo asked coldly. Although Yan Wan had held his hand, he was still angry because she hadn't contacted him for so long.

"Isn't it said outside that it will rain at exactly one hour today? Oh, right, I also heard that it's because His Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness Prince Han are concerned about Cangshan Mountain, so Heaven took pity on them and sent down sweet rain." Yan Wan said happily. Now that Ji Mohan's reputation among the people has improved, she specially told him this, hoping that Ji Mohan would know that not everyone in the world has abandoned him, and that there are still people who are willing to praise him, remember him, and love him.

"There's no smoke without fire; don't believe it," Ji Mohan said in a deep voice. He knew about these rumors as soon as they started circulating, and he specifically sent people to investigate. He discovered that the source of these rumors was actually in the neighboring state, making further investigation very difficult. Moreover, these rumors were in their favor, so he simply stopped paying attention to them.

"Don't you think it will rain?" Yan Wan asked.

"Yes, the Northwest has been drought-stricken for too long, and the conditions for rainfall have long been lost," Ji Mohan rationally analyzed. Only when the air humidity is high enough will it rain.

But the Northwest has been drought-stricken for too long, and most of the trees have died. The situation will only get worse from here on out, Ji Mohan thought with a frown.

Yan Wan chuckled lightly, "Hanhan, how about we make a bet? I bet it will definitely rain."

"A bet? Okay, then I bet it won't rain." Ji Mohan said, looking at Yan Wan, who was in high spirits. He didn't want to dampen Yan Wan's spirits when she was happy. As long as she was happy, he was willing to accompany her, whether it was a bet or anything else.

“Okay, since we’re making a bet, there has to be a stake. If you win, I’ll grant you three requests. If you lose, I’ll grant you three requests. What do you think?” Yan Wan continued.

"Okay." After hearing Yan Wan's words, Ji Mohan looked at Yan Wan with deep eyes. If he won, could he ask Yan Wan to stay and stay with him forever?

It was exactly one minute past the hour.

"Is this a lie? The sun is still out, how can it be raining?"

"Yeah, it's time, why hasn't it rained yet?"

"Is the drought going to continue? I can't hold on much longer."

"Waaah, Mother, I miss you so much. There's no hope for this kind of life." Someone sat on the ground and cried sadly.

Ji Mohan's heart stirred slightly. Had he won? If so, he could get Yan Wan to promise him that she would never leave him.

"Ji Mohan," Yan Wan called softly.

"I..." He won. Ji Mohan and Yan Wan spoke at the same time. He originally wanted to say that he had won, but unexpectedly saw Yan Wan turn around and look at him with a smile, saying, "It's raining."

Tick-tock, tick-tock~

The raindrops grew heavier and heavier, slowly soaking the entire street and also wetting Yan Wan and Ji Mohan's clothes.

Yan Wan and Ji Mohan remained motionless. Ji Mohan slowly stretched out his hand, looking at everything in disbelief. It really was raining.

People below the city gate were cheering, and the whole city was in an uproar.

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

"It's raining! We're finally saved! Waaaaaah!"

"Mother, did you see? It's raining, but you didn't come."

Everyone was all smiles, running and jumping with joy. Some even brought out their pots and pans to collect water, and some even washed themselves in the rain.

“Ji Mohan, sometimes you can’t rely solely on rational analysis; you also have to believe in miracles. Maybe one day a miracle will happen to you. In the future, if you encounter any difficult problems, don’t be discouraged or sad; miracles will happen,” Yan Wan said earnestly, word by word.

"Yan Wan, I believe in you, and I believe in miracles," Ji Mohan repeated.

Because I believe in you, I am willing to believe in the illusory miracle.

Yan Wan stepped forward and hugged Ji Mohan tightly around the waist. At this moment, there was no cold war or quarrel between them, only two hearts that were closer together.

Ji Mohan said that Yan Wan had never said she loved him, but he didn't know that the drizzling rain was Yan Wan's most sincere confession to him.

His Highness the Crown Prince is gentle and refined, and cares deeply for the people, earning their praise. In contrast, Prince Han is a jinx, a living devil. After this torrential rain, everyone will know that it was because His Highness the Crown Prince and Prince Han cared for the common people that Heaven was moved and sent down sweet rain to the Northwest.

Compared to His Highness the Crown Prince, Ji Mohan needed this rain more, he needed this heavy rain to change the world's perception of him, so Yan Wan arranged a heavy rain for him, which not only relieved the drought, but also washed away the misunderstandings that had plagued Ji Mohan for so many years.

The torrential rain concealed Yan Wan's tender confession and her unspoken "I love you."

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