"Village chief, what can we do? Our rice fields are now flooded with a lot of water, and if we don't harvest them, the fields will really be flooded. The farmer who oversees the water conservancy said anxiously.

At this time, the high priest Li Sifang came over with the people in the village, Li Sifang could actually guess the thoughts of the old village chief Li to some extent, but the old village chief Li was old, and he didn't want to cause a big problem with the old village chief Li because of this.

Except for Wudang Mountain, he will come forward, usually very low-key, when everyone comes to his house to see him, he only accepts half of the gifts at most, and the rest is returned to the villagers.

This is done to leave a good impression on the people in the village, unlike the old village chief, who will not refuse to send things to him, and will not leave a little for the other party.

Once something goes wrong, the old village chief has no intention of dealing with it, so he just comes to your family's business, what is it to make do with me? In the end, the villagers' affairs are often not resolved.

Today, when he heard that Zhang Zhangmen said that there was a heavy rain coming, he excluded dissidents, and immediately prepared a sickle and asked his family to harvest the rice fields.

His family and Li Erdan's family came back after collecting their things, and it was less than a quarter of an hour before the sky became overcast, and dark clouds began to thicken, and electric snakes flickered in the thunderclouds.

Although Li Sifang didn't want to have too much entanglement with the old village chief Li, seeing that the heavy rain was coming, he could only put his personal emotions aside first, if the rice in the entire village was flooded, he didn't know how many people would become refugees because of this.

He came to the village chief in order to let the village chief give an order, and everyone worked together to rescue.

When the old village chief Li saw Li Sifang and the others coming, a look of embarrassment and regret flashed on his face, and he was about to say sorry.

Li Sifang said: "Village chief, now that the clouds are thick, heavy rain is coming, and Zhang's prophecy is right. If we ask Zhang Zhangmen for help now, it will definitely be too late. ”

"Yes, village chief, let's go to Zhang's head now, what do you think?"

"Village chief, you are really, I don't know what you are doing, you can afford to be unhappy with Zhang's master?"

"Zhang's master has repeatedly created miracles, you have forgotten, and the time when the Yuxu Palace came, it rained heavily in the nearby county, but we have a clear sky and a bright sun here, which is all the credit of Zhang's master. ”

"When people are old, they should abdicate, don't cause our rice fields to be flooded because of your selfishness. ”

More and more people said some unbearable words, and the old village chief Li also realized his mistake and didn't want to defend himself anymore, so he walked out quickly, and said loudly: "Everyone, hurry up and take the guy to the field, and I'll go to ask Zhang." ”

......

In fact, when the clouds were thick and the sky was overcast, Zhang Wuji once again incited a group of refugees to go to the fields.

He was also very helpless, although he was angry in his heart, angry that the old village chief Li questioned him, but ...... Lijia Village is not his old village chief, and there are many people who believe in the Wudang faction.

The Wudang faction is a martial arts orthodox, if Zhang Wuji is really angry for himself, in the end, all the crops in Lijia Village will be drowned, although he is not guilty, he is guilty.

If you really want the world to live up to you, you have to do it first, and be worthy of the world.

The two families of Zhangjia Village and Tongjia Village believed in Zhang Wuji very much, and when Zhang Wuji and others sent refugees to harvest the rice fields, the village chiefs of the two villages incited the people and began to rush to the fields of Lijia Village.

The old village chief Li came to the Wudang Mountain Gate with an anxious look at this time, and found that in front of the mountain gate, there were few old and weak women and children sitting in two rows of thatched houses sheltered from the wind and rain.

Old Village Chief Li asked anxiously, "Everyone, can you see Master Zhang?"

One of the old women and children stood up and said, "Don't you don't believe Zhang's words? What do you mean by coming to Zhang's door now?"

"I'm ......" Old Village Chief Li was about to lose his temper, but seeing that the other party was right, plus he questioned Zhang Wuji before and sneered at Zhang Wuji, he couldn't help but feel a little weak.

"I already know what I did wrong, please tell me where Zhang Zhangmen went?" Old Village Chief Li weakened, and his voice became much quieter.

"Master Zhang has already led everyone to the field to harvest the rice fields for you. ”

"I'm going to the field to harvest the rice fields for you......"

"The field has harvested the rice fields for you......"

"Harvest ...... for you"

"The rice fields went to ......"

What the old woman said had been recalled in the mind of the old village chief Li, and suddenly, the old village chief Li slapped his forehead, secretly hating that he had been alive all these years.

He lived to be nearly 100 years old, and behaved like a child, and when he saw Zhang Wuji, he tried his best to help them, and impatiently told them that there would be a heavy downpour of rain, so that everyone could harvest rice and wheat.

But what about them? They watched the play with their arms crossed, and silently scolded Zhang Wuji in their hearts for playing tricks and pretending to be ghosts.

When the heavy rain was about to pour, Zhang Wuji mobilized refugees to help, and he accepted this touch.

He walked towards the farmland step by step with his old body.

At this time, in the farmland, because Tongjia Village dug up the field lip, the water in the field of Chenjia Village could be submerged to the knees, and now Chenjia Village saw that the situation was not good, and immediately dug up the field lip.

The water needed for the rice fields in the two villages was discharged on the rice fields of his Li family.

At this time, the refugees and Zhang Wuji and others standing in the rice field, the water was flooded to the thighs, but everyone did not have any resentment, at most they were disgusted with the practice of Chenjia Village, and the lips of the fields were dug up after confiscating the rice in Lijia Village, resulting in the flooding of the rice fields in Lijia Village and the difficulty of harvesting.

The people of Lijia Village rushed over, and the people from other nearby villages, seeing that the situation was not good, plus everyone went over to help Lijia Village harvest, they were also affected by the action of unity, and rushed over with sickles.

Only the old village chief of Chenjia Village, Chen Lao, had an indifferent face, as if the flood could not flood his house, he could be alone, and the affairs of other villages could be hung high.

He stood on the rice field in Chenjia Village, condescendingly looking at Zhang Wuji and the others who were busy harvesting.

At this time...... The sky was completely darkened, and the thunder and lightning in the dark clouds ran like electric snakes, reflecting in all directions, and the cold light of the lightning flickered from time to time.

"Boom!"

The thunder shook the earth.

Zhang Wuji shouted loudly: "All the old people and children, immediately retreat to the Wudang Mountain Gate to avoid the rain, the middle-aged strong man, the young man will continue to harvest with me." ”

"It's Zhang. Everyone responded in unison, and the old people and children left consciously.

When Zhang Wou-Ki was harvesting the rice fields, he suddenly remembered that he and his mother harvested a one-acre field together when he was a child.

As the saying goes, the best thing is that you've had this experience.