Chapter 110 The Oween Kneeling
"You, you are simply..." Zhang Fanjian looked at Xiao Nuobao in horror.
But his lips trembled for a long time, and he didn't tremble out a complete sentence. Instead, he became more and more afraid.
"Will I really not live for two years?" Zhang Fanjian said with shaking legs.
Xiao Nuobao touched his chin and nodded his head: "Yes, unless you..."
She paused deliberately.
Zhang Fanjian's legs softened, and he fell to his knees and kowtowed to her.
"But is there a way to solve the situation? Please tell me, my ancestor, I haven't lived enough, but I don't want to die, woo woo!" The fat middle-aged man, at this time, crawled at the feet of the little baby, crying.
The village heads were all confused, staring at Zhang Fanjian like watching a show.
Xiao Nuobao nodded with satisfaction: "You owed me a kneeling last time, and today you finally paid it back. If you really want to save yourself, you can only do more good deeds from now on and accumulate blessings, and maybe you can get another three to five years of life."
In fact, Zhang Fanjian and his father's life spans were not that short.
It's just that they were too immoral and ruined their own fate like this.
When Zhang Fanjian heard this, he wiped his tears and shouted: "Okay, okay, then I will donate all my family's food to the refugees when I go back, and in our village, everyone who has extra food will work together to build a porridge shed to help those in need!"
Xiao Nuobao pursed his lips, and joy appeared on his chubby face.
Hehe, very good, I finally convinced a village!
The other village heads and the chiefs were still hesitant. At this time, the chief of Qingquan Village suddenly stood up.
"Our village also listens to Nuobao, and we will do as she says. As long as we can pray for rain, the food is nothing." The chief of Qingquan Village showed a wise look and stroked his beard.
If there is no rain, there will be no harvest this year. By
then, even if there is a lot of surplus food at home, it will be gone. It is better to take a chance.
Moreover, from Zhang Fanjian just now, it can be seen that little Nuobao has some magical powers, so her words are somewhat credible.
The chief of Qingquan Village is very prestigious. With him taking the lead, the leaders of three or five villages such as Xishan Village also decided to second the proposal.
The head of Xishan Village recalled the well water that day and mobilized people: "This little ancestor of Daliu Village can turn nothing into something. The five of us have seen it that day. Why don't we listen to her once and move God with our blessings?"
Farmers value food, and some of them are reluctant to give it away: "That's food, can we just take it out? What if this little kid is making trouble?" The people
in Qingquan Village were frowning: "Don't underestimate children. The lung disease a while ago was caused by a fairy baby who spread prescriptions in the city and saved so many lives. Have you forgotten it?"
How dare people forget the fairy baby?
Even now, they can still sing the nursery rhymes made for the fairy baby.
So everyone was persuaded, and after another cup of tea, the leaders of the twenty-three villages finally agreed to this method of praying for rain.
"Twenty-three?" Xiao Nuobao clenched her fist happily. There were so many villages, enough to pray for rain!
She stood up, patted her chest and said, "Everyone work together, don't be cunning, and in three days, rain will fall, and countless lives will be saved!"
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Soon, Xiao Nuobao's plan to pray for rain was carried out in many villages.
Most of the villagers who were asked to provide food were unwilling at first.
But the Southern Dynasty attached great importance to village governance, and the words of the village chief and Li Zheng were the iron laws of the village, which were difficult to violate.
So regardless of whether they were reluctant or not, the matter went smoothly.
Similarly, Daliu Village had to do the same.
There were only four families with surplus grain in the village, and they all obeyed Nuobao's words. When they returned, they took out some grain and put it in the school.
Little Nuobao asked Feng to take her to the cellar to take a look, and finally decided: "Mom, our family has the most grain, so we'll take out 800 kilograms based on 20%."
"Okay, Mom will ask your eldest and second brothers to move it now." Feng was in a good mood: "If we can really pray for rain, let alone 800 kilograms, I'll take even 8,000 kilograms!"
After the grain was collected, the matter of distributing porridge was handed over to Yang Tianmei.
Three days passed quickly, and little Nuobao also spent a lot of energy. She was sleepy and dozed off at any time, and she could sleep soundly wherever she lay.
In the evening, Li Qiqiao felt sorry for her sister-in-law and said to the stove: "Sister-in-law, please help me get some pickled cabbage. Our Nuobao has lost weight in the past two days. She likes to eat noodles the most. I will cook some pickled cabbage and pork belly noodles tonight."
Sun Chunxue was two months pregnant and liked sour food more and more recently.
Although the pickled cabbage didn't taste sour, she was excited when she heard the word "sour": "Okay, I'll get it, sister-in-law, don't forget to put two more pieces of tofu, I like it too!"
After a large pot of fragrant noodles was cooked, Sun Chunxue opened the lid of the pot, and the light yellow soup inside was already bubbling.
The pickled cabbage was stewed in advance and was now soft and rotten.
The pork belly was soaked in soup and had a strong aroma.
Sun Chunxue couldn't help it, so she took the spatula and scooped a piece of tofu and pickled cabbage into her mouth, savoured her mouth.
Before the noodles clumped together, she and Li Qiqiao quickly filled a few large bowls and brought them to the dining table in the inner room.
There were six bowls of noodles on the table, but only Xiao Nuobao's bowl had the most pork belly.
Even so, during the meal, Jiang Fengnian and Jiang Fenghu had to fight for it and give the meat slices in their bowls to their sister.
Seeing that the meat was almost piled up into a small mountain at the mouth of the bowl and was about to cover the noodles, Xiao Nuobao drooled.
Then he held the bowl of noodles and ate it in one mouthful, biting more than ten pieces of pork belly, chewing until his mouth was full of deliciousness!
"Mmmm delicious, the meat is delicious, the noodles are delicious too."
Seeing that Nuobao enjoyed everything he ate and was as energetic as before, the Feng family smiled dotingly.
Jiang Fenghu also pinched his sister's cheeks: "Sister has a good appetite, unlike my stinky son, who wilts as soon as he sits at the table and can't keep warm no matter what he eats."
Chun Ge'er was shocked.
Did his father feed him while it was hot?
His arms couldn't even reach the table, and no one paid attention to him when he opened his mouth for a long time. How could he not be depressed...
After the meal, the whole family couldn't help looking up at the sky.
The three-day deadline has come, and I don't know when the rain will fall.
But little Nuobao was not in a hurry.
She hugged her round belly and walked in front of the gate of her house, glancing at the sky from time to time with a calm and leisurely smile.
When Mr. Zhang passed by, he couldn't help but come over and pick her up. After weighing her twice, he exaggerated and teased: "Oh, Nuobao, why are you still pressing your arms so much? You're almost a little fat. Your mother always says that you've lost weight. Are you really thin?"
Little Nuobao was so angry that her hair was about to stand up.
"Uncle Xiucai, you are too weak. You can't even hold Nuobao. Don't even think about holding your wife in the future!" She complained in a baby voice.
"Haha." Mr. Zhang laughed heartily.
However, he didn't know that he was destined to be a widower...
Little Nuobao pouted and deliberately said a few more times, trying to see if he could help him to get out of it and change some of the fate.
At this moment, there were a few thunderclaps in the sky full of red clouds.
Mr. Zhang felt that his face was suddenly wet.
He raised his hand to touch it, and then he stuttered in surprise: "Nu... Nuobao, where did the water come from, look quickly, is it... raining?!" As soon as
the voice fell. There
was a "bang".
A burst of heavy rain fell, suddenly landing on this dry land for a long time!
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