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Chapter 279 Artificial Rainfall
Emperor Jingxuan pursed his lips and asked the Minister of Agriculture, "I remember they crossed a river when they came over just now. Was the river not very full?"

The Minister of Agriculture sighed, "Not much, and this involves more than 3,000 mu of land. Even if the water level were higher, it still wouldn't be enough to supply the land."

Other officials speculated, "Their vehicles are so readily available that they could easily use them to transport water from other places."

Just as he was saying that, Mr. Liu from the sky said, "No need, the news says there will be artificial rain here this afternoon."

The great man under the sky, "..."

What kind of rainfall?
Artificial rainmaking?

Is that what they understand?

Emperor Jingxuan and his officials exchanged bewildered glances. "Does 'artificial rainmaking' mean they're going to use people to make it rain?"

"It shouldn't be that bad, right?" An official swallowed hard.

If people in later generations could control even whether it rains or not, wouldn't they be like gods? How could that be possible?

If such a method existed, wouldn't we never encounter drought again?

"Impossible, there must be another meaning behind it."

"Yes, yes, perhaps you mean some kind of tool that can spray water in large quantities, like rain, right?"

"Yes, that's a more plausible explanation."

Another possibility is that when future generations encounter severe droughts, they will pray for blessings just like they did. Yes, pray for blessings.

Emperor Jingxuan, however, always felt that perhaps future generations really did have the ability to make it rain. He held back for a moment, but couldn't help asking the system, "Ah Shan, could Miss Jian please explain what artificial rainmaking is?"

A-Shan conveyed the message, and while Mr. Liu was talking to the employees, Chao-Chao quietly asked Jian Yun-Sang, "Mom, what is artificial rainmaking?"

Actually, she was also very curious. In the past, when it didn't rain for a long time in Shangliu Village, the villagers were very worried. Some people even knelt on the ground and begged God to give them a way to survive.

So now, how do we make it rain?

Jian Yunsang roughly knew that the question was from the people of Daqi. She took Chaochao aside and explained in a low voice, "The principle of artificial rainmaking is to release specific catalysts into the clouds to change the microphysical processes within the clouds, causing cloud droplets to condense faster or ice crystals to grow, thereby increasing the efficiency of precipitation."

Chaochao's eyes widened. "Put things into the clouds? How?"

"There are several types, such as airplanes, rockets, and ground generators, depending on the situation."

The people of Daqi, "..."

It turns out that rain was actually caused by human intervention.

It actually happened in later generations, so there were no more droughts or famines in later generations, right?

For some reason, some people couldn't help but cover their faces and burst into tears.

For the people of Daqi, drought, regardless of their wealth or poverty, is a disaster that could lead to the destruction of their families and the loss of their lives.

It's not that they aren't hardworking, or that they don't want to live, but what can they do about natural disasters? How can they fight against fate?

But their descendants told them that it was possible, that they had done it, that they could make it rain, that they no longer had to worry about food dying from drought, that they no longer had to kowtow day and night begging for God's mercy, that they no longer had to leave their homes just to find a way to survive, and that they no longer had to sell their children or have their families torn apart.

Even Emperor Jingxuan couldn't help but hold his breath.

So what is this catalyst?
He didn't dare think about airplanes for the time being, but what were these rockets? They sounded like ammunition, the kind that could be fired directly at the clouds. He figured they wouldn't be easy to develop.

So what about this ground generator? How is it made?
Emperor Jingxuan was practically drooling; he was really craving these things.

He wanted to ask more questions, but unfortunately, Jian Yunsang's understanding of these matters was not deep enough. Moreover, the conditions required for artificial rainmaking are actually quite strict. With Daqi's current technology, they still have a long way to go.

Just then, Mr. Liu finished speaking with his employees. He walked over with a smile, "Sorry to keep you waiting. It's getting late, how about we have lunch first and continue shopping in the afternoon?"

Jian Yunsang nodded, "Okay."

There is a canteen on the farm, but because there are few employees, it is actually just a small kitchen.

There's only one chef, but his skills are decent. He makes home-style dishes, and the food is clean and hygienic.

After they finished eating and rested for a while, they continued their stroll.

After walking around for a short while, the weather started to turn gloomy, and it looked like it was about to rain.

Jian Yunsang then bid farewell to Mr. Liu, since she had already seen everything she needed to see that day, and it wasn't good to be outdoors on a rainy day.

So she drove Chaochao to the hotel, but the rain started pouring down when they were still halfway there.

Chaochao peered out the car window in surprise, "It really is raining." Amazing.

Artificial rainmaking is amazing.

Emperor Jingxuan stared at the rain outside the carriage, his mouth slightly agape, and remained lost in thought for a long time.

Hearing about it is one thing, but actually seeing it brings a feeling that is hard to describe.

The hotel was a bit far from the farm, so by the time we were almost at the hotel, it had stopped raining.

Chaochao asked curiously, "Mom, has the artificial rainmaking ended?"

Jian Yunsang smiled and said, "It's only raining in the farm area. The rain in the hotel area might be scheduled for another time."

The people of Daqi are already numb. Can the rain really be directed to any particular spot, falling wherever it wants?
"I really wish I could live in the future."

"You're so greedy. I don't think so. I just need to experience a few days in the future."

"I'd be happy to live there for just one day."

Unaware that the people of Daqi had changed their initial sympathy for her to envy her, Chaochao switched off the screen after returning to the hotel and focused on chatting with Ashan.

Thanks to the existence of charitable foundations and orphanages, and later girls' schools, the energy level is increasing every day.

Sometimes the amount was more, sometimes less, so every day at night, A-Shan would have them calculate the total together.

Chaochao's energy value has now risen to 92,000.

Ah Shan said that once the number reaches 100,000, within a certain range, the danger can be predicted.

Chaochao is looking forward to it. She now feels that helping people is a very happy thing, so if she has more energy, she can help many, many people.

When He Nanzhou came over that evening, Chaochao had already fallen asleep peacefully.

He Nanzhou is here on a business trip and will need another half day tomorrow.

So the next day, Jian Yunsang took Chaochao for a stroll in the neighborhood and bought some local specialties for family and friends.

Afterwards, they packed up and prepared to return to Jiangcheng.

No sooner had the group driven out of the hotel's underground parking lot than Ah Shan suddenly exclaimed in Chao Chao's mind, "Something's wrong, Chao Chao!"