When Wu Nian saw Liu Donglai, he was not just curious about what he could do. He also respected his age.

The ancients said that seventy years old is rare, let alone an eighty-year-old man?

He went back to the bedroom first, without washing with water, he took a cloth to wipe his sweat, put on a light blue narrow-sleeved brocade robe, and came to the living room.

An old man with white hair but good spirits was sitting in the guest seat, with a black crutch beside him.

An old man with gray hair stood next to the old man with white hair.

The two are probably father and son.

"Old man Liu Donglai, let's pay homage to the general." Liu Donglai stood up tremblingly and saluted Wu Nian.

"Old sir, there is no need to be polite." Wu Nian walked up, held Liu Donglai down, and then came to the main seat and sat down.

"Come here, watch some tea." Wu Nian raised his head and shouted to the soldiers outside the door.

"Yes." The soldier responded and immediately went down. Before the tea was served, Wu Nian asked: "Old sir, look at your appearance. You should be from a scholarly family. Being a scholar, you should not be misguided.

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"You can just tell me what you think. Once you have said it, I will implement it immediately and thank you on behalf of the millions of people in Liaodong. If you don't say it well, I will never blame you."

When Liu Donglai heard Wu Nian's words, he immediately became energetic. He nodded proudly and said, "The general is right. The old man is indeed a scholar. My eldest son, Liu Yong, is also a scholar."

"General." The old man next to him bowed his hand to Wu Nian.

Wu Nian returned the salute with clasped fists, very politely, and then listened to Liu Donglai's next words.

"General, throughout the dynasties, wherever it doesn't rain, you have to pray for rain. Pray for rain from the sky. There are even emperors who personally set up altars to pray for rain."

"Last night, I dreamed of the Dragon King. The Dragon King told me that as long as the general sets up an altar outside the east city to worship the sky, he will come and make clouds and rain."

Liu Donglai's expression was very serious and he said sincerely.

Wu Nian was very speechless. It was really artificial rainfall. But modern society uses technology to rain, but in ancient times, people sacrificed to the sky to pray for rain.

Although Wu Nian didn't have much hope, he still felt disappointed after hearing Liu Donglai's words.

However, Wu Nian was not angry with an eighty-year-old man. He smiled and said, "I understand, I will consider this matter."

Although Liu Donglai was superstitious, he was not stupid. When he heard what Wu Nian said, he immediately felt that this matter might not be followed up. He was a little impatient and said: "General, what I said was from the bottom of my heart. The old man's dream is very...

Efficacious.”

"Old sir, don't get excited. I will really consider this matter seriously." Wu Nian had no choice but to say seriously and sincerely.

This time, Liu Dong wrote. He calmed down and said, "General, you must get things done seriously. The Dragon King will really make it rain."

Wu Nian smiled and nodded and said a few words. Soon after, the tea came. Wu Nian endured and finished the tea with Liu Donglai, and then sent his soldiers to respectfully bring the eight-year-old

The ten-year-old great god was sent away.

"You really don't ask about the common people, you ask about ghosts and gods!" Wu Nian stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and was very speechless.

It was so hot here that Wu Nian couldn't bear it after sitting for a while. He was planning to go back to the backyard pavilion to enjoy the cool air.

Liu Zhixing walked in from outside.

He was the same. Although he was wearing a single-layer gown, he was sweating profusely due to the heat. However, his posture was very upright, showing his outstanding temperament.

"General." Liu Zhixing saluted Wu Nian with clasped fists.

"It's a coincidence that you came here, Zhixing. I was just about to leave." Wu Nian sat back down again, raised his head and smiled, and then asked, "What's the matter?"

"I would like to ask the general to set up an altar to pray for rain." Liu Zhixing went straight to the point and simply said with cupped fists.

"Huh?!!!!!!!!!" Wu Nian's expression froze.

"General. I know you don't believe in gods and Buddhas, only your ancestors. But this time, don't rush to object. Let me finish my words." Liu Zhixing has been with Wu Nian for many years. He doesn't know Wu Nian's personality, temperament, and preferences.

He quickly bent down and saluted.

"Zhixing, you have misunderstood. It's not that I don't want to listen to you. Don't I know you yet? You are a practical person and don't do these fancy things."

"I was just surprised because not long ago, a man also asked me to set up an altar to pray for rain."

Wu Nian's expression gradually returned to normal. After shaking his head, he raised his head and asked, "What's your reason? Why did you set up an altar to pray for rain?"

Some people share the same bed but have different dreams, and some people share the same harp and harp.

People do the same thing, but it does not mean the purpose is the same. Wu Nian only respected the eighty-year-old man just now because he was older.

But Liu Zhixing and Wu Nian had always regarded him as his confidant.

"Someone actually told the general first?" Liu Zhixing was very surprised. Then he saw Wu Nian's expression and knew that Wu Nian refused.

What kind of purpose the other party has is just about to come out.

That really means praying to the sky for rain.

"Yes. Someone said it first. What about you? Tell me your reasons." Wu Nian nodded and said.

Liu Zhixing nodded, took a deep breath, and then said sincerely: "General. There are many records in history books about kings offering sacrifices to the sky to pray for rain."

"There must be some among them who don't believe in ghosts and gods. But why do they still pray for rain?"

"This is not a question of rain, this is a political question."

"Set up an altar and solemnly pray to heaven for rain. It can increase the king's prestige and prove that he has the people in his heart and the country."

"Of course, with the general's current prestige, this is unnecessary."

"But why do the gods and Buddhas in the temples have constant incense? Because when people are desperate, all they can think of are ghosts and gods."

"Now that there is drought and little rain, the people really can't hold on anymore and can't bear it any longer. They need someone to rely on."

"If the general stands up to pray for rain, he can give the people something to rely on."

"Soon. Soon it will rain. Soon, soon, it will rain."

"This is asking for rain. It's not really asking for rain. It's asking for life and comfort for the people."

"I also know, General, that you don't believe in gods and Buddhas, but this time, General, please be sure to set up an altar and go up to the altar to pray for rain."

At the end of the speech, Liu Zhixing's attitude was very sincere. He bent down at 60 degrees and saluted with clasped fists.

Wu Nian really didn't expect that there would be so many ways to pray for rain.

Today two people asked him for rain.

But the purpose and ideas are completely different.

One is to really ask for rain, asking the Dragon King to move the clouds and spread the rain.

One is to pray for all people.

Quite different from each other, extremely deviant.
Chapter completed!