Selling pineapples live, but you are eyeing my farm tools?

Chapter 194 That's God's Business!

"Connecting device!"

"Device connected successfully!"

A series of voices sounded.

Abdu stepped out of the tent and looked at the equipment parked on the flat ground in the distance.

Those are unmanned equipment, unmanned trucks, unmanned forklifts, and spider robots transported from distant countries!

They are the main force in the construction of nuclear power plants this time.

Soon, a container on a truck was opened, and a black spider robot came out of the container. After a short period of movement, the spider robot flew towards everyone.

In just a few minutes, he stood in front of Dai Jiang.

Put the white mainframe on the ground on its back, and the black spider robot stopped on the spot.

The eight long legs that were used for running just now changed their structure and stretched straight to the sky.

As the green light on the spider robot's long legs turned on, the unmanned equipment below began to move.

The spider robot for drilling and blasting was first dispatched, and according to the drawings given by the host, it drilled and filled the surrounding areas that needed to be blasted.

These movements naturally startled the speculators who were playing cards and chatting in the tent.

When they got out of the tent, they saw the rock being detonated by the spider robot.

"Oh, my! What's that? Is that the devil? Why can he fly over rocks?"

"That's a mutated spider! It came out of the dungeon, it's good at fire magic, it can crush rocks!"

"Such an advanced robot should be used on the assembly line! Instead of those workers!"

"You're right, but don't forget that these robots don't know how to consume!"

"All right!"

"Mr. Abdu, I wonder if your nuclear power plant can accept shares? Of course, we can also operate it!"

Facing the words of these people, Abdu directly shook his head and refused.

"unnecessary!"

"This time I invite everyone to come here, mainly to let everyone see the real technology!"

It hurts.

But whoever was present, speculators, what speculators are best at is doing their own thing.

What's more, you don't need help, doesn't the guy next to you need it?

"Mr. Dai Jiang, I don't know you..."

"We need some, but it's not for us. It's for the minibus. It's for infrastructure construction. Are you interested?"

"Yes! Very yes! Let's talk in detail in the tent!"

……

Cobas Village is located in the mountains where the minibus stretches.

The village is divided into two halves by a dry ditch running through the village, and both sides are equally poor.

Drought, barren, treat every poor ghost here equally.

The people here rely on the occasional precipitation and the little green in the mountains and fields to live strong.

Said, is a very common name.

In the village, throwing a stone down can hit five or six Said.

It's a pity that the village is too small, with less than a hundred households. If the village were bigger, there would be at least ten, and maybe even twenty!
Therefore, in order to distinguish between father and son, an old character will be added in front of the father, called Old Said, and then a small name will be added in front of the son, called Little Said!

This approach cannot effectively distinguish, but it can be divided after all.

But... this situation was broken today, and the village chief called everyone together.

Say you have something important to announce today.

Then, a large group of Saeed sat in the yard of the village chief's house.

The village chief turned on the TV in front of him and started broadcasting the news.

"According to the my country National Meteorological Center, there will be rain in the central mountainous area between [-]:[-] p.m. and [-]:[-] p.m. Please be prepared for your safety."

All the old Said, you look at me, I look at you, let's finally get together and look at the village chief.

That's it?

Just the weather forecast?

Something that is not allowed at all, and you have specially called everyone over?
Isn't this a waste of time?

Looking at the noisy old guys below who still doubted him, the village chief could only turn his attention to the young people, who were active and aggressive!
Can listen to people's words, unlike these old guys, all of them are old and stubborn!
"Little Said! I repeat, there will be heavy rain today!"

"This time, unlike the past, this time it is artificial rainfall relying on the equipment provided by the neighbor next door!"

"It will definitely rain!"

"Go back and clean out the gutters, don't block them!"

"Especially the big ditch in the village! Remove all the things you put in the ditch!"

"If you don't listen to advice, you will be washed away by the water, so don't come to me!"

"have you understood?"

A group of little Saids nodded repeatedly, completely ignoring the words of the village chief.

Because the last time it rained was last year, and the rainy season has not yet arrived.

Rain, hammer down!
Simple session done,

Saids, old and young, went home cursing all the way.

The village chief walked out of the room, glanced at the blue sky, sighed softly, and prepared to go back to sleep.

As soon as I got back to the house, the phone rang at home.

Picking up the microphone that had been passed on for more than [-] years, the village chief answered it very calmly.

"Hello? Who are you?"

"Tell the people in your village to quickly put away the things in the ditch. In about two hours, the cumulonimbus will reach your heads!"

It's a familiar voice.

It's from the weather department in the city.

"Are you kidding me?" While speaking, the village chief poked his head out again.

The weather is still very sunny, how could it rain?
"I'm not joking! Let the people in your village hurry up! I have to contact other places! Hang up!"

The phone was hung up immediately, and the village chief held the microphone, hesitated for a moment, and rushed out of the house.

"Sayed! Get out! Do what I said! Hurry up! I'll beat anyone who doesn't!"

Hearing that they were going to be beaten, the little Saids shrank their necks and decided to listen to the village chief.

The old Saids sat on the wooden bridge in the middle of the village.

"If it rains today! I will..."

"Stop talking, look at the sky!"

In the distant sky, darkness is slowly eroding.

It was unspeakably black, and even the sun was swallowed up.

Seeing the dark clouds, the old Saids couldn't sit still, and hurried home to clear the gutter.

At the same time, I pray in my heart that the rain this time must not be too heavy!
If it is the strongest rainstorm, the village may be directly washed away!
Slowly, black clouds came overhead.

When the first raindrop fell, it was only a matter of raising one's head, and the raindrops strung together and fell from the sky.

Those who were still outside hurried back home, silently watching the rain.

By the window sill, Said Kalim Jr. looked at his father Said Sr.

"Father, after this rain, can we grow some vegetables?"

Old Said put his hand through the window and caught a handful of rainwater.

Withdrawing his hands, he kept rubbing his hands. After a few minutes, he slowly raised his head and looked at the rain outside the window obsessively.

"Okay, as long as it rains for another two hours, even if it doesn't rain in the future, the vegetables can survive!"

Little Said also followed his father's example and took a handful of rainwater and rubbed it vigorously in the palm of his hand.

Then rub out the mud with one hand.

After wiping off the mud, he asked curiously, "By the way, why is the rain so accurate this time? Could it be that someone is really controlling it?"

"I don't know, controlling the rain is the work of the gods!"

(End of this chapter)