Only after unifying the world did I realize that immortals existed in this world.

The sun blazed brightly, hanging high in the sky and radiating boundless energy. The sky was clear and cloudless; it was going to be a beautiful day.

But... if the weather were this nice every day, it might not be such a good thing.

Under the blazing sun, a few farmers sat in twos and threes under the trees, looking up at the blinding sunlight, sighing repeatedly, their faces full of sorrow: "Alas...when will this ever end!"

"That damned heavens, why won't they spare even a single drop of rain?"

"Sigh, things were just starting to look up, how did it turn out like this?"

"It's not going to work this year..."

……

For three consecutive months, Shengzhou had not received rain. The soil was cracked and the rivers had dried up. The farmers, who depended on the land for their livelihood, watched their crops wither and droop. They couldn't help but curse under their breath as they looked at the clear blue sky every day. They longed for dark clouds to cover the sun and for a torrential downpour with thunder and lightning.

The little foundation built up during the three years of recuperation is not enough to make people starve... but we can't keep doing things like this forever.

A dark-skinned man stepped forward and said repeatedly, "I heard that our prefect has already reported it to the imperial court! If His Majesty finds out, he will definitely try to save us!"

His eyes shone brightly, filled with fanatical certainty.

"This matter has already been reported to the imperial court!"

"Yeah yeah……"

"His Majesty will certainly not abandon us!"

Mentioning Xie Cangrong seemed to inject a powerful stimulant, and hope shone in the eyes of several farmers, who all echoed his sentiments.

Of course, there are optimistic people as well as pessimistic ones.

Some people couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, it's difficult! Rain is God's business; no matter how wise and powerful His Majesty is, how can he control it?"

"At best, they'll just transfer some grain from other prefectures to provide disaster relief, so we don't starve!"

"With this land so parched, all our hard work this year has been for nothing."

The dark-skinned man frowned upon hearing this: "Old Liu, I don't like hearing such discouraging words! Why do you only think of the worst? Besides... even if His Majesty can't send rain, with His Majesty's safety net, we won't starve to death, isn't that enough? Have you forgotten what kind of lives we lived three years ago? And you're still complaining here!"

Old Liu retorted, his neck stiff with sarcasm: "Zhang Lin, don't make baseless accusations! When have I ever complained about His Majesty? I'm just worried about this year's crops... Besides, who can command the wind and rain? His Majesty is a wise ruler, but he's not a god. Your blind flattery of him is only inviting trouble for him!"

"you!"

Zhang Lin's eyes widened, and he grabbed his clothes: "How can Your Majesty not be a god?! Have you forgotten that back in Mangzhou, someone discovered the 'Ping Rong' inscription on a tortoise shell? And the crimson star shining in the night, the auspicious snow, the red dragon churning the river... these auspicious signs are irrefutable proof that Your Majesty is ordained by Heaven and descended to save the people! Your Majesty is a god... Your Majesty can even summon rain!!!"

"What are you doing?! Are you going to fight?! Let go of me! How can you act so violently and aggressively, do you have any respect for His Majesty?"

"Hmph! I think you're being disrespectful to His Majesty!"

The prolonged drought had already made people restless and irritable. A few simple words of disagreement led to a dispute between Xie Cangrong's rational and fanatical fans.

Seeing that a fight was about to break out, people around kept trying to persuade them: "Don't do this, don't fight, let's talk it out!"

"Brother Zhang, Lao Liu... it's not worth it!"

"Look, Old Zhang is still in the field!"

"Tsk tsk tsk~ If it doesn't rain, even Shennong can't do anything about it! What's the point of all this fuss?"

"Don't say that. Old Zhang is quite skilled at farming. Legend has it that he met His Majesty a few years ago..."

In an attempt to divert attention from the conflict, someone kept pointing and shouting into the distance.

Under the scorching sun, the soil was dry and crumbly.

No one had much of an appetite for work, and the fields were deserted. But amidst the crowds, the figures of an old man and a young boy stood out. The old man was leading a child along the ridge between the fields, diligently tending to the already beyond-salvage land.

The child, only six or seven years old, already had skin tanned dark by the sun. He wasn't really focused on working with the old man, but instead gazed at the distance with amusement, constantly tugging at his grandfather's clothes: "Grandpa, look, it looks like they're about to fight!"

The old man, his face stern and unfriendly, simply stared at the crops on the dry ground, gently stroking the withered leaves. Without raising his head, he said in a cold, hard voice, "What does their fight have to do with you? Watch over my crops!"

The child pleaded, "Grandpa, let's go somewhere cool off! I want to hear Uncle Zhang tell me the story of His Majesty's conquest of the world..."

The old man glared at him: "Farmers are meant to grow crops to feed the country. If you want to help His Majesty and live a good life, then farm the land properly."

The child pouted and complained, "Grandpa, do we really have to farm?"

"If you have other skills, then go ahead and try. Grandpa is a farmer, I don't have any other skills, the only thing I can teach you is farming." The old man's eyes never left the fields.

Looking at the withered crops, the child said helplessly to the stubborn old man, "Grandpa, if it doesn't rain, there's nothing we can do... These crops won't survive, so why are you still looking at them?"

The old man carefully tended the field, meticulously observing and examining each seedling: "It's precisely because it's dry that we need to look at it. Look closely, why do some seedlings wilt so quickly, while others can hold on for much longer? They're all millet, so why do some attract insects while others don't? Why are some tall and some short?"

The child looked at his grandfather, who was engrossed in his work, and gave a wry smile: "Um... crops are like people, each has its own destiny, right? Maybe it's because they're planted in different places?"

"Is there any way to produce more of these high-quality crops?"

"Forehead……"

The old man was unusually talkative today. He patted the child's head and said, "Since you admire His Majesty, you should learn from his character, not just listen to his stories. Only then can you serve your country and achieve something. When faced with problems, stay calm and actively seek solutions. If you make a mistake, correct it and don't repeat it. Don't always expect others to help you. We suffered a drought this time; we must learn from it and strive to overcome it next time..."

The child suddenly spoke up: "Grandpa, have you ever seen His Majesty?"

The old man lowered his eyes upon hearing this, simply shook his head, and remained silent.

"There's hope! There's hope!!!"

Just then, a wild shout of joy tore through the heavy air. A farmer came running along the path between the fields, his face flushed, panting heavily, yet unable to hide his extreme excitement:

"There's hope!"

It's going to rain!

"His Majesty has a way to make it rain for us!"

The shout immediately drew everyone's attention.

What?

Is Your Majesty truly a god descended to earth?

With such incredible power, can it really make it rain?