Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3462

The teahouse finally became quiet, and Sikong Wancai sent all the people under him outside the teahouse.

The storyteller also sat back to his original position, and everyone else also sat down one after another, Sikong Wancai went on flattering Yang Ruoqing.

Seeing that Yang Ruoqing didn't show obvious dislike, Sikong Wancai plucked up his courage and sat down at Yang Ruoqing's table cheekily.

"Madam Luo, what kind of books do you like to listen to? Tell me, and I'll ask the storyteller to tell you specifically."

After sitting down, Sikong Wancai was courteous.

Yang Ruoqing cast a sidelong glance at Sikong Wancai, and said, "If you want to sit here, please be quiet."

Sikong Wancai smiled awkwardly, and immediately shut up.

Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze, and said to the storyteller over there: "Sir, you continue what you said earlier, and just talk about the water control in Hechuan County."

Mr. Listening Book nodded hurriedly. After all these twists and turns, he has seen the power of this guest officer disguised as a man.

Rich, talented, and backstage, you can't afford to be offended.

Mr. Tingshu was sorting out his thoughts there. In the huge teahouse, there was no more discordant voices. Everyone was quietly waiting for Mr. Tingshu's next words.

Here, Sikong Wancai asked Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "What about the water control in Hechuan County? Isn't that the place where my elder brother went to control the water?"

"Your elder brother?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and was stunned.

Sikong Wancai said: "Chen'er, master Chen'er is my elder brother, I obey him!"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned, and couldn't help thinking of the day when Sikong Wancai knelt in front of Chen'er with a thorn on his back, crying and begging for elder brother, and couldn't help but have black lines all over his forehead.

"Listen to your book, or get out." Yang Ruoqing said angrily.

Sikong Wancai nodded hurriedly, stopped talking, and would stare at anyone who dared to whisper.

Over there, Mr. Listening to the Book snapped open the folding fan in his hand, and began to speak in a cadenced tone:

"Guest officers, we all know that this March, our Shuicheng Jianye is full of smoke and mist, and the spring rain is endless,"

"The pattering spring rain lasted from the end of February to mid-March, and it lasted for less than half a month without clearing up."

"Some people say that this is the seven fairies in the sky taking a bath, and the basin is leaking..."

"Some people say that this is the dragon that moves clouds and spreads rain in the sky. It got drunk at the queen mother's feast of peaches and neglected its duties. That's why our city of Jianye is covered with rain."

"There are many reasons, there are different opinions, but whether it is the fighting of the gods, or the bathing of the fairies, or the dereliction of duty of the dragon,"

"If it falls on us mortals, it will be a catastrophe..."

"it is good!"

Sikong Wancai suddenly raised his hand to clap his hands and shouted 'OK'.

This made Yang Ruoqing, who was picking up the tea bowl at the same table and taking a sip of tea, almost choked.

"Is there something wrong with you?" She gave Sikong Wancai an angry look.

Looking around again, everyone else looked this way in surprise.

Sikong Wancai was a little embarrassed, he lowered his hands and smiled flatteringly at Yang Ruoqing, "I really enjoyed listening to it, so I couldn't help cheering."

"This is just the beginning. We are talking about disasters. Is it time to applaud? You are so stupid!" Yang Ruoqing shook her head, really speechless.

Sikong Wancai also blushed, and stared around, turning all those surprised gazes back.

Then he said to the listener: "Go ahead and focus on the key points!"

Hearing that there was an embarrassed smile on the gentleman's face, he nodded towards Sikong Wancai, and then continued.

"Speaking of which, our Jianye City is full of water, but fortunately, the governor of the county, Mr. Huang, took care of it diligently, and the flood in the city was quickly drained."

"However, Hechuan County, which is under the jurisdiction of Jianye City, is the county with the most severe flooding this time,"

"I heard that villagers in many villages woke up overnight and found that their beds, tables and chairs, and pots and buckets for washing their faces and feet were all floating,"

"It's not that these things absorb the essence of the world, the sun, the moon, and get spirituality, so they will float on their own. It's because the embankment broke, and the water rushed into the house..."

"The originally good village turned into a vast ocean overnight, and all grains, poultry and livestock were scrambled,"

"Snakes, insects, rats and ants are everywhere. It can be said that the people are living in dire straits, like living in a water hell in the [-]th floor of hell!"

Speaking of this, Mr. Listening Book raised his sleeves and pretended to wipe away his tears.

This eloquent speech attracted most people in the teahouse, all of them pricked up their ears, and all their spiritual power was attracted by Mr. Listening to Books.

Even Sikong Wancai was a bit honest.

Yang Ruoqing was playing with the teacup, although her gaze fell on the storyteller, her heart had already drifted away.

The disaster situation in Hechuan County is so serious, Chen'er is there, and he doesn't know what's going on.

Because there are many snakes and insects in the water, as well as bacteria and viruses that spread out from the rotting corpses of poultry and livestock, after a major flood, disinfection must be followed closely.

Otherwise, plagues would easily occur. Back then, it was here on Mianniu Mountain, and almost half of the population in Yujia Village died.

Over there, the storyteller's voice suddenly raised Yang Ruoqing's thoughts.

"There will always be some people who like to stir up trouble in the chaos, take advantage of the fire to loot, and add trouble to others."

"Let's say that the disaster in Hechuan County is so serious, the common people are in danger. They just hope that the flood will not destroy their villages or submerge their fertile fields,"

"In a town called Wanhe under Hechuan County, there appeared a man who claimed to be a half-immortal."

"This person has the same surname as the county governor, also surnamed Huang. In the past, there was a sign in Wanhe town to tell people's fortunes. He was called Huang Banxian."

"Huang Banxian just said that this flood was actually caused by the Dragon King of Wanhe River."

"Huang Banxian said that the queen of the Dragon King of Wanhe River passed away a month ago, but the common people along the river did not bring tribute to the riverside to offer sacrifices."

"No, the Dragon King of Wanhe has gone mad. Huang Banxian claimed that he is the spokesperson selected by the Dragon King of Wanhe, and came to warn everyone to apologize to the Dragon King and send tributes, otherwise, the bigger rain is yet to come!"

Hearing this, there was a panting sound in the teahouse.

Many of the guest officials who came to drink tea and listen to books were shocked.

"Buy some melons and fruits and go to the riverside to sacrifice to the priest, won't it be easy? It's not easy, and it won't cost much!" Sikong Wancai said with a bold face.

The other listeners also nodded.

Yang Ruoqing didn't say anything, she intuitively felt that it wasn't that simple, otherwise, Mr. Listening Book wouldn't have brought it up.

Sure enough, Mr. Tingshu shook his head and said: "Guest officials don't know something, that Huang Banxian said it again, because the Dragon King of Wanhe is already furious."

"So the usual tributes such as melons, fruits, wine, pork, chickens and ducks are not acceptable, and it is difficult to dispel the anger of the Wanhe Dragon King." Mr. Hearing said.

(End of this chapter)