Chapter 373: Changes in Calling Rain

The starlight dimmed, and the night sky, which had been dotted with stars, was covered with dark clouds.

A hazy mist rose on the Great Marsh.

The big beaver stood upright, its layered belly circles disappeared, it became long and round, looking left and right.

Two small beavers waved their claws in surprise, dragging out strands of mist.

Otter Otter Kai hugged the mast, shrugged its body to climb to the top, overlooking the surroundings, poking its head and brain.

The entire Great Marsh was surging in darkness, with thin mist only growing around the lucky ship, carrying thick water vapor, while everything else was clear.

Otter Otter Kai poked its head out and called a few times, and immediately an otter went forward to lower the sails by half, slowing down the ship to prevent accidents.

"Is it going to rain? It's clearly a sunny day, how can it rain?"

Long Pinghe's chest heaved. The low air pressure brought a slight sense of oppression, combined with the thick water vapor, making it feel like something viscous was poured into his lungs with every breath, which couldn't be exhaled or spat out clean.

The thin mist hadn't permeated for more than a few breaths, and without hearing any thunder, a fine rain began to fall silently.

Raindrops hit the Dragon-men, splashing water, as if casting a layer of faint light along their outlines.

Long Pingjiang's confusion was no less than Long Pinghe's.

How could the weather change so quickly?

Long Pingjiang looked up at the sky, calmed his heart to feel it, and his face changed slightly.

"Not ordinary rain!"

Not ordinary rain?

Long Pinghe, reminded by his big brother, immersed his heart and spirit, and was surprised to find that when his body touched the rain, a sense of auspicious peace welled up!

What is the situation?

An extraordinary rainfall must have a reason.

At this thought, Long Pinghe couldn't help but shift his gaze to the figure at the bow.

Staring for a long time.

Long Pinghe lowered his head and happened to meet Long Pingjiang's gaze.

Their eyes were full of relief.

It's not strange.

Between the changes in thoughts, the rain grew heavier, pulling out long lines in the white mist.

Large cold rain hit their bodies, making the beaver family tremble uncontrollably. They hugged their heads and squeezed together to run into the cabin.

"Hoo!"

Liang Qu was not afraid of wind and rain, exhaling hot mist.

His physical strength was consumed like a river breaking its dike, but he could still maintain it.

The nine apertures of the Galloping Horse, the former body belongs to Yin, implicit within, operating the whole body. The latter body belongs to Yang, extending outward, protecting the body.

Yin apertures belong to water, dominating stillness; Yang apertures belong to fire, dominating movement.

The Niwan Palace is in the middle, the middle is fixed. Guarding this one aperture can connect the other eight apertures.

With the nine apertures combined, the martial artist's control over his own strength will be greatly enhanced.

Like threading a needle, it is easy, and naturally, it won't be like the first time, unable to control it and falling into the big river.

Liang Qu dissipated the thin mist, looked up at the sky, and peeked at the boundary between rain and sky.

On the way to Huazhu County, the control range of "Calling Wind and Summoning Rain" was only a few square kilometers.

After the Galloping Horse extreme realm, the entire range expanded by another half, reaching several square kilometers!

In other words, ten thousand *mu* of farmland!

There is a common saying: ten *mu* of land, one cow, wife and children, and a warm bed.

The Great Shun's grain seeds are not bad. With favorable weather, one and a half to less than two *mu* is enough to support one person.

The level of irrigating ten thousand *mu* can at least guarantee the planting of rice for several thousand people, about the size of a large population township!

And the fields don't need to be watered every day. Considering the physical recovery problem, covering a small town of several tens of thousands of people is not too difficult.

That would be able to guarantee the favorable weather of a town, and calling himself the Dragon King of Yixing Town is not an exaggeration.

While verifying, Liang Qu also keenly noticed the change in the rain.

"The Withered Wind Daffodil didn't help expand the scale of rain..."

Liang Qu's previous perception was half right.

The Withered Wind Daffodil did change his 【Calling Rain】, but not in quantity, but in quality.

Recalling the description of the Withered Wind Daffodil.

【A water plant growing in the northern desert, it can cause small-scale rainfall on the full moon of every month, having the effect of praying for rain. Swallowing it moistens tendons and supplements bones, increases blood energy, and can also be used as medicine for healing wounds.】

"Medicine for healing wounds..."

Liang Qu felt the change in his own state of mind after being rained on.

A treasure plant naturally couldn't turn his rain into some holy water for healing, but it made the rain have a few more points of calming the spirit!

If it were during wartime, with people living in misery, Liang Qu would occasionally show off a few tricks, and he could pull up a large army in minutes.

However, it doesn't seem to be of much use for now.

The Great Shun's overall national strength is in a clear upward stage, the cake is getting bigger, and Nanzhili belongs to the place where the family started, so the imperial court's control over the local area is relatively strong, and there are few chaotic phenomena, and the people's lives are still okay.

Uncle Chen couldn't pay the grain tax back then, mainly because the child was sick and the expenses increased sharply.

But for normal families, if a child really gets a serious illness, they mostly won't seek medical treatment.

Seven days of wind, eight days of throwing away.

The infant mortality rate for children under three is outrageously high.

Every household gives birth to four or five or six, completely free-range, and whether they survive depends on fate.

Liang Qu thought about it.

Lowering the enemy's morale?

Stabilizing military morale?

The enemy charges into battle, blood rushes to the brain, suddenly a heavy rain that calms the heart comes, the spirit is vented, and the overall combat effectiveness drops by at least one-tenth.

When our own military morale is unstable, a rain can also stabilize the military morale.

Regardless, having it is better than not having it.

It's first-class for playing a god-stick.

There are ready-made cases.

Liang Qu lowered his head, his peripheral vision inadvertently sweeping over the Dragon-men in the river who were opening their arms to the rain.

After getting along for so long, the Dragon-men's cognitive understanding of Liang Qu's identity hasn't changed at all, but rather they are more certain, sending four to five high-quality precious fish every month.

Liang Qu is actually very puzzled, why have they always been able to get such high-quality precious fish?

It's unlikely to be from home. Going back and forth to get one is too inefficient, purely wasting time on the road.

They are not that stupid.

Until Liang Qu let the fat catfish go with them a few times, he discovered that these two guys were actually using their own blood to fish for precious fish!

They divided some blood, mixed it with some materials that the fat catfish couldn't understand to make pills, and then placed them in specific corners, which would attract precious fish of not low quality.

In addition, the places where they put the bait were not random.

According to the fat catfish, they walked and stopped, and several times the direction turned quite outrageously, which was very targeted, as if they knew where the high-quality precious fish were hiding.

They were like two old hunters tracking traces.

Old hunters in the forest can often master some extraordinary tracking skills, tracking precious chickens and precious beasts, and Dragon-men living in the water are no exception.

The time they spent tracking one was about five days, so the quantity and quality of precious fish every month were quite stable.

Fishing with blood.

It made Liang Qu feel strange every time he received a precious fish.

Dragon blood bun?

Verified the calling rain and made a plan in his heart.

Liang Qu let Otter Otter Kai familiarize himself with the lucky ship's sailing again, and he himself drilled into the cabin to swallow the Morning Dew Insect.

After such a long time, the Morning Dew Insect completely absorbed the water, and the overall emerald greenness was two percent higher than when it was sent, and the vitality was more vigorous.

Obviously, it had reached the best time to swallow.

Liang Qu picked up the Morning Dew Insect and swallowed it like an elixir.

There was no crunchiness or chicken flavor as imagined.

The moment the Morning Dew Insect touched his lips and tongue, it turned into a pool of fresh water and slid into his throat.

Liang Qu felt like he had drunk a large jar of concentrated peppermint juice, and his whole head was completely clear and empty. ===== CHAPTER 374 =====