Chapter 307

After all, although the amount of this tax silver was huge, for the people in the Northwest, it was just a drop in the bucket.

As long as this great drought was not solved for one day, this Northwest would be like a hole that could not be filled.

And in the Northwest, some people seemed to have heard that Ying Zheng had gone to hold a prayer ceremony.

"I heard that His Majesty has already prepared a prayer ceremony for us."

"I believe in His Majesty. His Majesty can definitely let the gods bring rain to the Northwest."

"Please, God, bring some rain, my child is about to not survive."

"Fortunately, there are kind officials who can distribute some grain, barely surviving."

On the street, some people with sallow faces gathered together and talked in a low voice.

All the land was cracked now.

And those farmers who relied on digging food from the ground to survive naturally had no need to work.

And these words of theirs also fell into the ears of those who cared.

A thin boy slowly retreated from the crowd.

Because of his thin figure, it didn't seem strange to squeeze among this group of people with sallow faces.

Subsequently, the little boy ran hurriedly into a courtyard.

"Big sister, big sister, I heard them talking about that person."

As soon as the little boy rushed into the courtyard, he said to a beautiful girl.

Tian Yan turned her head to look at the boy.

"What did you hear?"

Her voice was very soft, but her movements were not slow.

In front of her, there were pots of grain and grass that were not connected, and it looked like they wouldn't live much longer.

"I heard them talking about that cruel Emperor..."

The little boy said.

Tian Yan covered the little boy's mouth when she heard this word.

"Some words you can only say here, you absolutely cannot say them out, do you know?"

Tian Yan looked at the boy with a warning.

If someone outside heard him say this, I'm afraid the boy would be beheaded on the spot.

How could they, these people, discuss that person's words privately?

When the little boy's mouth was covered, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Until he nodded pitifully, Tian Yan let go of her hand.

"But those uncles often say so."

Seeming somewhat aggrieved, the little boy said pitifully.

It was clearly those uncles who said it first, so he would say it.

Why could those uncles say it, but he couldn't?

"Xiao Tao, you just need to promise sister that you won't say such things from now on."

This boy was at most six years old, and because his figure was relatively thin, he looked even more immature.

She couldn't explain too many things to such a young child.

Thinking of the brothers the boy mentioned, she gritted her teeth.

If she had known, she wouldn't have let Tian Hu, Tian Zhong, and others come over.

Otherwise, their conversation wouldn't have been heard by Xiao Tao.

Sending the little boy away, Tian Yan's gaze shifted to the pots of rice straw in front of her again.

She was trying to improve these crops so that they could adapt to the drought environment.

But no matter what method she used, she couldn't make these crops adapt to the drought environment.

At most, it was just delaying death.

Just when she was frowning and thinking hard, a figure slowly walked in from outside.

This figure looked to be a head taller than Tian Yan.

"Sister, are you still busy with these things?"

Tian Ci's voice was somewhat cold.

Tian Yan turned her head and saw her own younger brother standing behind her.

"You went out to practice sword again."

Looking at the dust on his robe, Tian Yan slowly sighed.

Since father died, her brother's personality had changed completely.

Plus the influence of the second uncle, he now only wanted to improve his strength to avenge his father.

But this matter was not Zhu Jia's fault at all.

Tian Yan felt that her brother had long been blinded by hatred.

But no matter how she said it, Tian Ci was unwilling to accept the facts.

Tian Yan could only let him go out to practice martial arts every day.

"How is the situation of the people in the city now?"

Tian Yan changed the subject and asked casually.

"Still the same, the grain we brought shouldn't be much, right?"

Mentioning the people in the city, Tian Ci's face finally eased a little.

As a disciple of the Nong School, he naturally understood what his duty was.

Originally, the Nong School should be the most ordinary one.

But whenever such natural disasters occurred, their Nong School was always the one with heavy losses.

Whenever seeing those people sinking in pain,

Their hearts were extremely painful.

Wishing to save all the farmers in the world with their own strength.

"... he grain we brought is not much either, if there is no new way, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on for these few days."

Tian Yan was silent for a while, then said.

In an instant, the two fell into silence.

"Xiao Tao also heard it."

"Heard that Ying Zheng is holding a prayer ceremony recently to seek heavy rain for the Northwest."

Tian Yan suddenly said.

When she mentioned Ying Zheng, a trace of disgust flashed in Tian Ci's eyes.

If it weren't for the incompetence of these people in power, their Nong School wouldn't have such a situation.

"If the prayer ceremony were useful, the Northwest wouldn't have had a great drought for two years."

Tian Ci's face was very ugly.

But just when he finished saying this sentence (Qian Nuo Hao), the originally dim sky immediately changed.

The previous dimness was because the sun was about to set.

Now the vision was even dimmer than before, and there was even a breeze blowing.

When all this happened, everyone looked at the sky above their heads.

Subsequently, they saw the dense dark clouds in the sky.

When these dark clouds gathered more and more, the entire sky turned completely dark.

And those people who looked up at the sky showed wild joy.

"It's raining, it's going to rain."

"It's been so long, it's finally going to rain, we are saved."

"Rain, rain, hope for heavy rain."

Some people ran out of the house directly, looked up at the sky, and laughed loudly.

Everyone was looking forward to the fall of this heavy rain.

Some women even moved some clay pots from their homes.

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