Because of this, he couldn't help but feel worried.

I don't blame him for this, it's just because the weather has been bad in recent years.

If his calculations were correct, there would be severe drought in the next few years.

A severe drought is not a good sign. The poor people in Wutong Town are mostly rough people who depend on the weather to make ends meet. If there is no rain, there will be a famine.

Zhao Yun also noticed something was wrong, looked at the sky, and took the copper coins.

Money is fortune-telling money. If you throw it on the ground with one hand, you can read the fortune-telling fortune.

"Severe drought."

Zhao Yun murmured in his heart, then he realized why the half-immortal looked ugly.

If there is no harvest, many people will starve or even starve to death.

The master and the apprentice calculated it right. It was truly a year of disaster.

There is no rain, even the rivers have dried up, and there is no harvest in the fields.

"Oh my God!"

There are many more people worshiping Buddha in the small temple in the town.

But even though I prayed, I didn't get even a little bit of rain.

"Dad, I'm leaving."

It was another good morning, and Zhao Yun went out carrying a book basket.

Blacksmith Zhao smiled gently, and when the baby walked away, his face became full of sadness.

The rice in the vat has bottomed out. It is estimated that

Guess it won't take more than a few days.

Unfortunately, there was a severe drought, and the land was so barren that half of the grains of rice were missing.

It's okay for him to be hungry, but the child is still young and needs to eat!

At this moment, he was much older and somewhat powerless.

Age has arrived.

It’s impossible not to accept old age.

today,

Zhao Yun did not go to the private school, and he also pocketed the money for studying in the private school.

He is a sensible child. He doesn't even have enough to eat, so how can he still have money to go to school?

Of course, I can't let my father know about this.

Going out with a book basket on your back is just for show.

Buzz!

It was still that small forest, where he was dancing his spear alone.

There is no charge for practicing martial arts, and you stay until evening, then go home with your book basket on your back.

"Why don't you see Zilong?"

It was rare that Wan Xin came to the private school and asked while sorting out the books.

The old scholar stood at the door of the school and looked towards one side for a long time.

It was a year of severe drought! Not only did Zhao Zilong not come, many of his disciples dropped out of school.

Wang Xiaoguan is here, his family is well off, and he has no worries about food and clothing.

But for the other children, most of them don’t have much food left at home.

How can I have money to go to private school if my stomach is not full even if I eat every day?

"Damn disaster!"

The old scholar whispered, his mouth full of sighs.

Wanxin glanced at her grandfather, but hesitated to speak.

In her memory, this old gentleman rarely used foul language.

But this severe drought seems to have buried the elegance of literature.

"Put a document on the door. From today on, the private school will not charge money."
Chapter completed!