Reborn in the 1980s: Nine Stunning Beauties Get Pregnant Before Marriage

While the villagers were bowing and kneeling in worship, the loach suddenly leaped into the air from the basin of water.

After diving into the clouds, it tumbled and twisted within the dark clouds, like a real dragon.

A rumbling sound came from the clouds, like thunder, but not quite.

Now it should be called a fallen dragon. It rolled around in the clouds and suddenly opened its mouth, as if to spew water.

But it forgot that this was its first time in the sky. A sneeze came out first.

Achoo!

With a deafening roar, the clouds churned violently.

Immediately afterwards, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky, landing on the mountain god temple and on the villagers.

"Is it raining?"

"It's really raining!"

"The mountain god has appeared!"

The crowd erupted in cheers again. Some people stood up and opened their arms to welcome the rain.

Chen Yongqiang looked up at the sky. This little bit of rain wouldn't be enough to relieve the drought.

He communicated telepathically with the mudfish in the clouds: "Let it rain harder, this little bit of rain isn't enough!"

"Okay, don't rush me! I just got to space, I'm not used to it yet." The loach rolled and twisted in the clouds, becoming more and more skilled.

On the ground, Yang Dahai lit the firecrackers that had been prepared in advance, as instructed by Chen Yongqiang.

crackling-

Firecrackers exploded, and smoke filled the air. This was a signal, letting the loach know when to exert its strength.

In the clouds, the loach heard the sound of firecrackers, and its mouth suddenly swelled up, spraying the river water from its belly.

The rain suddenly intensified.

It was no longer a light drizzle, but a torrential downpour.

"Go on, go on a big one!"

The villagers cheered wildly in the rain, spreading their arms to let the rain soak them through.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, and the area within a radius of dozens of miles centered on Shimen Village was shrouded in torrential rain.

The loaches tumbled and splashed in the clouds, their spray growing more vigorous. The river water turned into a torrential downpour.

Water it on the parched land, on the drooping crops, and on everyone who longs for rain.

But there was one place where not a single drop of rain fell.

The loach rolled over in the clouds, about to spray water toward Jinjiatun, when a faint, cold black mist drifted by, making it feel uneasy.

There was something there that it instinctively felt disgusted by.

Although it hasn't transformed into a dragon yet, it is still considered a spiritual being, and its perception of these evil spirits is much more sensitive than that of ordinary people.

The black aura made it uncomfortable, and it didn't want to get close.

Although dark clouds covered the sky above Jinjiatun and thunder rumbled, not a single drop of rain fell.

On the banks of Qingba Reservoir, the crowd was also in an uproar.

"The god the Hu family invited is truly effective!"

"Miss Hu, thank you! Thank you for bringing us this nectar!"

Hu Chuyao stood in the rain, her divine dress clinging tightly to her body.

The sage drum in her hand drooped down, and the copper bells stopped ringing.

The confetti was stuck to his face by the rain, covering half of his face.

Looking at the jubilant villagers and their tearful faces, Hu Chuyao knew very well what was going on.

This rain wasn't something she prayed for. She did indeed perform a shamanistic ritual and recite prayers.

Hu Chuyao knew in her heart that the power, the power coming from the direction of the mountain god temple, was much stronger than her shamanic arts.

"This rain... is the result of everyone's sincerity moving heaven and earth, not my achievement!"

She didn't know how to explain it to the villagers, nor did she seek credit.

The rain stopped in less than an hour. The dark clouds came quickly and went quickly.

"If only it could rain a little longer! But at least the crops can be saved!" Yang Dahai said, looking at the dissipating dark clouds.

After the loach expelled the river water from its belly and exhausted its magical power, it fell from the clouds and landed in the Qingba Reservoir.

Chen Yongqiang stood in front of the mountain god temple and vaguely sensed that the loach had fallen down.

"Let that loach suffer a bit at Qingba Reservoir first!" He wasn't in a hurry to find the loach.

After praying for rain, Yang Dahai began organizing the villagers to evacuate back.

Chen Yongqiang walked up to him and looked at the villagers walking down the mountain:

"Village chief, everyone has been caught in the rain. In a little while, we'll set up two big pots at the village office's threshing ground and boil some hot soup to warm everyone up."

Yang Dahai nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "Yes, yes, you're so thoughtful. We'll catch a cold if we get soaked. Let's make some ginger soup, one bowl for everyone, to warm us up."

"I'm donating that wild boar to add some food for everyone." Chen Yongqiang had ulterior motives.

Yang Dahai was a little surprised: "You're so generous! Everyone's in for a treat now."

He turned to make the arrangements, but Chen Yongqiang called him back.

"Village chief, there's something else I'd like to discuss with you."

Yang Dahai stopped in his tracks: "What is it? Tell me."

Chen Yongqiang glanced at the mountain god temple and said, "I was thinking, shouldn't we repair the mountain god temple? It's been so many years, and the temple has fallen into such a state of disrepair. It wouldn't be right if we didn't do something to help."

He looked at the dilapidated temple and sighed, "You're right, it really needs to be repaired."

There was no suitable pretext before, but now that the mountain god has appeared, this is the perfect opportunity.

Make sure everyone has a good meal and drinks, and then bring up the matter of repairing the temple; it will all fall into place naturally.

Building a temple to the mountain god is no small matter.

Chen Yongqiang knew in his heart that this was not something he could fix himself just because he had money.

The mountain god temple belongs to the village and is the source of incense offerings for Shimen Village; it is not Chen Yongqiang's private property.

Construction can only begin after the older generation has given their consent.

Although Yang Dahai is the village chief, he still has to consult with the village elders on such important matters.

Without the approval of those elderly men in their seventies and eighties, the temple could not have been built.

The mountain god also has a hidden task: to gather incense offerings.

Although the system didn't explicitly say so, Chen Yongqiang could sense that incense was very important to the mountain god.

The villagers offer incense, and he receives blessings; the more prosperous the incense offerings, the stronger the mountain god's power should be.

Isn't the successful rainmaking this the best proof?

If the mountain god temple can be repaired and more people come to offer incense, making it more popular, it will only benefit him.

As Chen Yongqiang walked down the mountain, he was making plans in his mind.

This matter needs to be handled gradually; we can't rush it. Let everyone eat and drink well and have a good time first, then we'll find an opportunity to discuss it with the older generation.

Money is not a problem as long as they agree.

Yang Dahai caught up with the villagers coming down the mountain, stood on the hillside, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"After everyone returns to the village, let's change into clean clothes first, then go to the threshing ground to drink meat soup!"

A cheer immediately erupted from the crowd.

"Is there broth to drink?"

"Is the village chief treating us?"

"It wasn't me who invited him, it was Yongqiang! He donated that wild boar!"

The cheers grew louder, with some giving Chen Yongqiang a thumbs-up and others shouting, "Yongqiang is a true friend!"

The group descending the mountain entered the village, and each household went home first.

Chen Yongqiang also walked towards the homestead. All the construction materials were covered with plastic film, so they weren't getting wet in the rain.

"Uncle, come to our village office for some meat soup later."

Lin Wenfeng, who was doing carpentry under the shed, stopped what he was doing: "I'm not from your Shimen Village, so I won't join in the fun."