Chapter 1395 God, you are so narrow!

On the floor of Chunhuitang's main house, a smooth purple bamboo mat was placed. Several children were wearing cool clothes, sitting in a place with various building blocks and toys piled up. Song Ci looked at him with a smile on the Arhat bed.

"These children, like their elder, second and third brothers, have their own small team. As long as they play together often, they will not worry about their relationship being bad."

Madam Gong looked over with a smile. As a girl, Yuanyuan was also wearing cool short clothes and gestured with a small wooden sword. She often advised her two younger brothers not to compete for toys. She smiled and said, "Miss Four is very playful and has a very cheerful temperament."

"It's not what her parents are used to. She's just like a boy, and she's not afraid of not getting married in the future." Song Ci was angry.

"It's said that the second master and the others are spoiled. You are not the same. If you have any good things, you are not thinking about Miss Fourth."

Song Ci smiled and said, "It seems that he was born and he is young. Although children of this age are both cats and dogs, it is the most fun."

Madam Gong also had a loving face.

"Although they are all cousins, their fathers are also kissing brothers, and their relationship has always been good. These young people get along more often, and their relationship is almost the same. Only when they grow up in the future can they support each other. What about feelings? They are all separated from each other."

Madam Gong shook the fan and said, "You are talking about the Buddhist verse again."

"You are obviously chatting, but you insist on putting a high hat on me. I will tell you that I will not follow you." Song Ci pretended to be coquettish.

Madam Gong was so funny: "You should not mess with this at your age, it's so terrible."

Song Ci spat: "I tell you, I'm still a young little girl in my heart, just 28 years old."

"I believe in you."

Song Ci picked up the tea and took a sip, looked out the window, and said, "I don't know when it will rain. It's been hot for so long. If it doesn't rain anymore, let alone the crops outside the city, even if it uses water in the capital, it will be troublesome. Isn't the water level in the wells in our mansion also dropping every day?"

Madam Gong also sighed: "Yes, it depends on when the God-Sheng Master opened his eyes. If you can cast spells, you can cast spells."

Song Ci now remembered the artificial rainfall in later generations. If it were used here, that would be great.

Oh, she also saw some books saying that artificial rainfall in ancient times, using the thickness of clouds to rub the firewood, how to burn firewood. Now I think about it, it’s really a bit ridiculous.

Such a large-scale disaster is just using firewood to cause particles to form water vapor and rain. It is really true. It is just a drop in the bucket, a small shower and fog.

She didn't dare to do it. How should she explain this principle to others?

Amitabha, I don’t want to be regarded as a monster to worship the sky. God, you should open your eyes, otherwise you will be the thief!

Boom.

Suddenly there was a loud thunder, and Song Ci shook his hands so much that he fell down. The cup in his hand fell, and his heartbeat was like a drum.

The children were even more frightened and screamed, and stood up and rushed towards Song Ci, crying.

Song Ci hurriedly hugged them and coaxed them. She was already cursing in her heart. She just complained about God, why did you scare your baby?

This is a small pattern!

"Look at what's going on?"

Madam Gong calmed down and saw outside the window that it was getting dark outside and the dark clouds rolled. She couldn't help but go out and shouted happily at the door: "Madam, it's dark, it looks like it's going to rain!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a few raindrops fell from the sky, and then, crackling, the rain hit the roof of the tile back, making a sound.
Chapter completed!