Tang Dynasty: Starting with Dimo, he was targeted by Li Shimin.

Chapter 31 It's Raining

Lin Luo stood in front of the twelve water-type spirits.

They watched him quietly.

The bubble-shelled fish tilted its head, the light on the barbels of the two-light fish flickered slightly, and the four little otters all raised their heads in unison.

The tentacles of the emerald jellyfish floated slowly in the air.

Shui Lanlan stood among them, her bow fluttering in the wind.

"I need you to do something." Lin Luo squatted down and stretched out his hand—

Palms facing upwards.

Water-based magic slowly seeped from his palm—

That is the power of the shelter.

It is the resonance of a water-type spirit fruit.

All twelve elves simultaneously sensed that power.

Their eyes lit up.

"Ascend to the sky—unleash your water-based skills!"

"All of them."

"Together."

He wasn't sure if they could understand him.

But the resonance of the shelter will convey his intentions—

It is not an order.

It is a request.

There was a three-second silence.

Then--

Shui Lanlan was the first to move.

It raised its head and opened its mouth—

"blue--!!!"

A jet of water shot skyward!

Immediately afterwards—

The three blister-shelled creatures tilted their heads back at the same time, their round bodies swelling up a bit—

"Bubble bubble bubble—!!!"

Three jets of water shot into the sky simultaneously!

The four little otters stood up in unison—

"Squeak squeak squeak—!!!"

Four water guns fired simultaneously!

The tentacles of the two basilisks suddenly lit up—

"Tap tap—!!"

Two streams of water swirled and surged upwards into the clouds!

Two flat, plate-like shells poked their heads out from inside the shell—

"Click-click—!!"

Two high-pressure water cannons shot out from the shell opening!

The emerald jellyfish's tentacles spread out in full force—

silent.

But a huge cloud of water vapor, emitting a luminous green glow, surged out from its body.

Like a mushroom cloud growing upside down, it slowly rose into the sky.

Twelve water columns.

Twelve water-type spirits.

Released simultaneously.

The water jet shot into the clouds overhead—

A massive amount of water-based magic exploded inside the clouds—

It's like throwing a block of ice into a pot of water that's already heated to 99 degrees Celsius.

The critical point has been breached.

The numbers on the system panel were jumping wildly—

Atmospheric water vapor concentration: 87%...91%...95%...98%...

100%——

[The critical threshold for precipitation has been exceeded.]

Rainfall has begun.

The first drop of rain fell at noon.

It didn't fall on Lin Luo.

It landed on the shoulder of an old water seller on Zhuque Street in Chang'an City.

The old man was carrying buckets of water on his shoulders and walking along the road.

"Smack."

There was a wet patch on my shoulder.

He stopped and looked up at the sky.

The hazy clouds were so low they were almost within reach.

Then the second drop fell.

It landed on the back of his hand.

It's cold.

It is water.

Real water.

Water falling from the sky.

"Slap. Slap. Slap."

The third drop. The fourth drop. The fifth drop.

It's getting denser and denser.

faster and faster.

The old man put down the bucket.

He stood in the very center of Suzaku Avenue, looking up at the sky.

Raindrops fell on his face, forehead, and lips—

It's cool.

It's wet.

It's been sixty days.

Sixty days in total.

Every day before dawn, he would go to the farthest well outside the city to fetch water, a round trip that took two hours.

The well water is dwindling, and the road is getting longer.

The price of water rose from one coin to three coins, and then from three coins to five coins.

He couldn't lift it anymore.

They can't be sold.

He thought this was probably how his life would be.

But now—

Rain fell on his face.

The old man's lips were trembling.

Then he squatted down.

Squatting in the very center of Suzaku Avenue.

He covered his face with his hands.

Cried.

The rain is getting heavier.

The drizzle turned into a light drizzle.

The drizzle turned into a heavy downpour.

The entire city of Chang'an was raining.

Not just a small piece.

It is within a radius of ten miles—

All of them are below me.

The pedestrians on Zhuque Avenue were stunned at first.

Then they started cheering.

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

It's really raining!!!

An old woman knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together, and kowtowed to the sky.

Several children ran in the rain, catching rainwater with their mouths open and drinking it, laughing so hard they were doubled over.

The restaurant owner rushed out the door and stood there, head tilted back, getting soaked in the rain for a full fifteen minutes.

He didn't care that his clothes were wet.

What he cares about is—

His wine cellar no longer needs to rely on buying expensive water to make wine.

The fabric shop owner stood at the entrance, looking at the shop banner soaked by the rain—

He was heartbroken for three days after the swallowtail otter soaked his silk.

this time--

He smiled and let the raindrops fall on the finest piece of white silk.

"Let it be wet! As long as it's wet! As long as there's water, that's good! As long as there's water, that's good!!"

The proprietress of the rouge shop brought out a copper basin to collect rainwater.

"I wonder if this water would be suitable for mixing rouge!"

"Sure! Definitely! It'll be cleaner than well water!"

The entire West Market was in an uproar.

The entire city of Chang'an was in an uproar.

Taiji Palace.

Ganlu Temple.

Li Shimin is reviewing memorials—

"Clatter."

A drop of water fell onto the memorial.

He raised his head.

The roof of the palace is intact.

That drop of water wasn't leaking from the roof—

It was drifting in from outside the window.

He stood up.

I walked to the window.

I opened the window.

rain.

A torrential downpour.

Rain poured down from the sky, hitting the glazed tiles of Taiji Palace and splashing up a layer of white mist.

The parched earth in the Imperial Garden, cracked for two months, was greedily absorbing every drop of rainwater.

The cracks healed visibly.

The withered yellow grass blades drooped slightly under the rainwater.

It looked like they were bowing.

Li Shimin stood by the window.

Rain splashed onto his dragon robe.

He did not back away.

He just stood there.

Watching the rain.

Then--

He smiled.

It wasn't the smile of an emperor.

It wasn't the kind of "everything is under control" smile you'd get in the imperial court.

He was someone who had been under pressure for two months.

Finally, I saw a smile of hope.

My eyes are a little wet.

It might be rainwater.

It might not be.

"Wang De."

"This servant...this servant is here." Wang De was dumbfounded—it really rained! His Majesty said three days, and it really rained!

"deliver an imperial order--"

"All counties in Gyeonggi Province should immediately begin replanting."

"Grain seeds will be allocated according to the previous plan."

"Any county that falsely reports disaster situation—" His voice paused slightly.

"Have the Ministry of Personnel investigate."

"yes!!"

Wang De rushed off.

Li Shimin continued to stand by the window.

Raindrops hit his face.

He closed his eyes.

A scene flashed into my mind—

A young man holding a glass of plum juice, not wanting to go to work.

A messy little shop.

A glowing Dimo, a perpetually crooked-knotted light blue dragon, and a socially awkward little white dragon.

There was also a bubble shell perched on the wall, blowing bubbles.

"Shopkeeper..." he said softly.

"I owe you a favor."

Magical Object Shop.

backyard.

Lin Luo was soaked to the bone.

Twelve water-type spirits hopped around him—

After unleashing their skills, they were incredibly excited, jumping and playing in the rain.

The water bubble shell rolled around in the puddle.

The little otters were splashing water on each other—although there was water everywhere and there wasn't much left to splash.

The antennae of the two-lampfish flickered in the rain, like fireflies in the water.

The emerald jellyfish spread out all its tentacles and slowly rotated in the rain, like a luminous ocean flower.

The little shells poked their heads out of their shells, their two little eyes narrowed into slits—they love water.

love it.

Shui Lanlan stretched out her little arms in the rain, her bow sticking to her head because of the raindrops—

But it doesn't care.

It spun around, tilting its head back, letting the raindrops fall on its face.

"Blue, blue, blue~"

It's laughing.

Dimo stood under the eaves, propped up by a large leaf—it was a light-elemental creature and didn't like getting wet.

But its eyes were smiling too.

"Mmm."

Xiao Xiao leaned against the door frame, watching everything with half-closed eyes.

He was holding a bowl of steaming ginger soup.

"Boss, come in and have some ginger soup. Don't catch a cold."

"Wait a moment."

Lin Luo stood in the rain, looking up.

Rain fell on his face, hair, and clothes.

He was soaked.

But he didn't want to go in.

He wanted to stay in the rain a little longer.

Because of this rain—

It was the first truly meaningful thing he did after he came into this world.

It's not about making money by opening a shop.

It's not a lottery system.

This isn't about having tea and chatting with the emperor.

But -

It restored water to a city that had been dry for sixty days.

This will allow elderly people who can't carry water buckets to no longer have to walk for two hours.

So that the farmers who weep on the cracked earth can sow again.

Let those who clamor in the court that "the emperor's virtue is lacking" shut their mouths.

A salted fish who died from overwork in his previous life (996 schedule) —

I traveled back in time to the Tang Dynasty, opened a strange shop, and raised a group of strange elves—

Then a rainstorm saved a city.

Lin Luo looked at the rain curtain above his head.

Then he laughed.

I laughed from the bottom of my heart.

"It was worth it."

Just then—

"Huh?"

A soft call came from behind.

Lin Luo turned his head.

Abu stood under the eaves in the backyard.

A small white figure with large amber eyes.

It was watching the rain.

Looked for a long time.

Then--

It has taken a step.

I stepped out from under the eaves into the rain.

Rain fell on its white downy fur.

It trembled—

It didn't retract.

Another step has been taken.

Then I took another step.

She walked right up to Lin Luo.

Rainwater dripped down its downy fur.

It looked up at Lin Luo.

"Awoo."

Its tail was wagging gently.

Lin Luo squatted down and picked Abu up.

Abu buried his head in his chest.

It's wet.

It's so warm and cozy.

A legendary dragon-type sprite larva is being held in the rain by a salted fish shopkeeper.

It stopped shaking.

I'm not afraid anymore.

Because of this rain—

It was someone it knew who did it.

It's raining at home.

Don't be afraid.

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It rained all afternoon.

By evening, the rain had gradually subsided and turned into a light drizzle.

But that's enough.

enough.

The parched earth has been thoroughly saturated with water.

The dried-up well has started to gush water again.

The water level of the Wei River rose by one inch—although only one inch, it was the first rise in two months.

The farmers outside the city knelt in the fields—

It wasn't a desperate kneeling.

It is a kneeling gesture of gratitude.

They planted the first batch of replanted rice seedlings in the muddy water.

Rainwater dripped from the tips of the rice seedlings' leaves.

a drop.

a drop.

a drop.

New life.

New hope.

On the system panel that Lin Luo closed—

The last line of text remained quietly lit:

Main quest "The First Rain of the Tang Dynasty" - Completed.

[Rewards being distributed...]

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