Praying for Rain, Whipping a God, Seeking a Drought Demon, Hanging Rain Bells, Walking at Night (2/3)

Rain?

Lin Feng began to understand. In the arid Northwest, rain was indeed something worth celebrating.

So Lin Feng casually probed, "How do you remember it so clearly?"

As the boy's uncle described what had happened, Lin Feng heard about a communal undertaking that was neither entirely mad nor particularly common.

Praying for rain.

And a rain prayer that had grown increasingly frenzied.

It had all started three months earlier. Despite how cold it was now, as though late autumn and early winter were converging, appearances were misleading.

In truth, the current temperature was nothing like the temperature outside the game.

More specifically, during the same month, it was far colder inside the game than in reality.

The greenhouse effect had yet to reach this land.

More importantly, they were up in the mountains, on a shaded slope. When the mountain wind blew, the already low temperature left people's teeth chattering.

In an agrarian society, people depended on the weather for their food. If rain failed to fall for too long, everyone from top to bottom would panic. Even the emperor had to keep issuing statements, searching for failings in his own virtue.

Just like lightning striking a corner of the palace, it was regarded as a sign of Heaven's displeasure with the emperor.

The emperor was afraid, and the farmers who lived at the mercy of the weather were even more frightened.

Because a severe drought meant no harvest at all.

It meant displaced people everywhere.

It meant death, a life worse than death, and the arrival of unimaginable terror.

Not to mention that this place was far from the Yellow River.

Apart from rain, they had little to hope for. When signs of a severe drought appeared, it was not just Yang Family Village. The villagers of Yang