Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

There were three or five people following Hu Shiliang.

Each of them looked anxious.

Su Chen nodded: "It's burning, it's quite big."

As he spoke, Hu Shiliang had already run up panting, and looked down. He trembled and quickly ordered: "Quick, quick, let's dig a ditch to separate it."

He turned around: "Achen, go to the village and call people quickly. The wildfire is so big. Once the wind blows, it will soon burn our village."

There are dozens of households in Niuwei Village, and they have lived there for generations. The houses in the village are either made of wood or brick and wood. If a big fire really starts, I'm afraid they will all be destroyed.

Just as Su Chen was about to nod, he was stopped by an old man.

"Su family boy, aren't you very capable? Can you pray for rain?"

Hu Shiliang's eyes lit up when he said this.

"Yes, yes, yes, Achen, can you pray for rain?"

Su Chen: "..."

Pray for rain?

The classics of his master did record the art of praying for rain. In his previous life, he tried it and failed.

If it was because there were no gods in that world.

This world...

"You can try."

Hearing Su Chen's words, Hu Shiliang was relieved and asked, "Do you need to prepare anything?"

"No."

"I have it at home."

To put it bluntly, the art of praying for rain is to offer gifts to the gods and pray for rain. Offering gifts is the key.

According to the records in the classics, Su Chen's family had no cattle or sheep, but there were still several hens left.

He caught them all, tied them up and threw them on the ground, and began to draw talismans in the air while stepping on the seven stars.

Old man Su just arrived at this time.

Seeing the big fire with thick black smoke below, he was shocked: "Aliang, hurry up and call someone to fetch water."

"What's the use of fetching water?" Hu Shiliang sighed, "Such a big fire, can you put it out? Didn't you see that some of the fire burned to the top of the tree, more than ten meters high."

Old man Su was so anxious: "What should we do? If it continues to burn, our village will be burned down."

Someone said sarcastically: "Hey, Old Su, why are you in such a hurry? Aren't you going to move away and enjoy life in the city?"

Old man Su was too lazy to pay attention to him, glared at him fiercely, turned around and wanted to find Su Chen, but was stopped by Hu Shiliang.

"Achen said to try to pray for rain."

Old man Su breathed a sigh of relief, and then sighed and stamped his feet.

"Why did it happen to be such a big sun? If it rained, the fire would definitely not burn."

He looked at the place where the fire spread again and exclaimed.

"Aliang, isn't that Chentandi in the middle? Which bastard went there to light a fire? Aren't you afraid..."

At this moment, the wildfire has burned from the hillside to the top of the mountain, and it is seen that it will burn here after another hillside.

Hu Shiliang waved his hand: "Don't pursue this for now, we have to make preparations for both situations, you guys watch first, I have to go back to the village to call people."

He glanced at Su Chen and ran again.

"Su Laoer, is your Achen okay?"

"Yes, if not, I have to go back and ask people to pack up and move, don't come back and leave nothing behind."

Old man Su scratched his forehead: "You ask me, I don't know."

Depressed, he heard Su Chen's cold voice.

"No!"

No?

Old man Su looked at Su Chen: "Achen, why is it not okay? Is there something missing? Or do we have to kneel down? We kneel down."

The other old men nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, yes, we kneel."

Niuwei Village is their home. If possible, let alone kneeling for a while, they would kneel for three days and three nights. As long as the wildfire is extinguished, they are willing to do so.

Su Chen pulled up the old man Su who was about to kneel.

Then he looked at the sky with a complicated expression.

It was cloudless and very clear.

In the past, he liked this kind of weather the most, but when he turned his eyes to the rapidly spreading wildfire, his heart felt like a heavy stone fell.

Just like in the previous life, the communication technique was used, but there was no response, as if...there were no gods in this world.

But he had clearly seen a few of them.

Or did the gods who could control the rain look down on his little gift?

Then...try to add merit?

Su Chen stepped on the seven stars again.

Old Man Su was stunned when he saw this, and seemed to think that there was little hope for him. He called out: "Why are you standing there? Go home and get a bucket. There is a spring over there. Go there to get water."

"Yes, yes, yes, whatever you can pour is good."

They hadn't returned to the village yet, and saw a group of people coming over. Everyone was holding a bucket and a shoulder pole.

"Quick, quick, give me the bucket."

Old Man Su grabbed two buckets without saying anything and ran towards the spring.

Everyone caught up with him tacitly.

On the tree, with a fluffy tail, a chubby squirrel slid through the trees neatly, reached the top of the hillside, jumped down from the tree, and when he saw the fire, all the hair on his body exploded.

"Squeak, squeak!"

My Guoguo!

It didn't care how big the fire was, and the small gray shadow rushed down directly.

A mountain breeze rose quietly.

Hu Shiliang, who had returned, directed a group of women to start digging ditches with hoes, and called a few young men to clear the way so that they would not be tripped by thorns when fetching water.

Just as he was worried, he saw a cloud of white mist rushing towards the fire.

"Puff!"

He seemed to hear the sound of water pouring into the oil pan.

"Squeak~"

Xiao Xian'er rushed towards the fire like an arrow from a bow.

As soon as she entered, her whole body suddenly jumped up.

Hot, hot, hot!

When it fell, a ball of white mist had already enveloped its four paws, but the hair on its paws, which used to be smooth and shiny, now curled up.

"Squeak~" Xiao Xian'er cried out in grievance.

Just as she raised her head and looked at the tall tree in the distance, the soil beside her loosened up, and a pointed head came out.

It was a pangolin covered with scales.

When it saw Xiao Xian'er, it was stunned, and a smaller head poked out from its arms.

Sizzle~

There was a smell of barbecue all around.

Xiao Xian'er looked at the curly hair on her paws, and then at the scales under the pangolin that had changed color.

"Squeak?"

The pangolin didn't seem to feel any malice and continued to crawl forward.

Its scales quickly turned red.

The next moment, thick white mist gathered around its limbs.

The pangolin was stunned, looked down at its paws, and then looked at Xiao Xian'er.

"Squeak~"

Xiaoxian'er's black eyes swept around and saw a small muntjac hiding in a small cave nearby because of the fire. His little paw immediately pointed in that direction.

When his small body moved to the cave, the pangolin followed obediently.

When he came out of the cave again, there were more than ten small animals behind Xiaoxian'er.

Xiaoxian'er the squirrel moved his nose and led the ten animals to the leeward side.

"Where did the fog come from?" Hu Shiliang looked at that place and scratched his head.

"Hua La La!" Someone came over with water and poured it into the dug ditch. Hearing this, he took a deep breath: "Maybe there is a spring, and it was burned and misted."

"Hu, Uncle Liang, what is Ah Chen doing there?"

"Praying for rain," Hu Shiliang said, glancing at the young man, "Aze, is there much water over there?"

Su Ze shook his head.

"Not much?!" Hu Shiliang's heart skipped a beat, "What should we do then?"

Su Ze looked at the other side of Niuwei Village.

"Draw water from the stream?"

Hu Shiliang jumped up and down: "How can we draw water? We don't even have a water pipe!"