Hey, Qingniu Valley has been suffering from a terrible drought lately! Old Qian squats by the medicinal herb field, sighing deeply, the Rhodiola leaves in his hand curled up just like Huwa's braided pigtails. The abacus beads go *clatter* and pop into the shape of a watering can, displaying a projection on a leaf tip: "Don't worry! The bead will turn into 'artificial clouds and mist' for you!" In an instant, countless abacus beads roll together into a Thermal Circulation Array, channeling the residual heat from the drying kiln into the irrigation ditch. The water vapor meets saltpeter ice, and to everyone's amazement, bead-shaped little clouds condense right above the herb field, sprinkling down a fine, pattering rain.
"Xiaoxiu! Come and do something about your beads!" Old Zhou yells, holding up a smoking hoe. "It modified my hoe into a 'Bead-Chain Rainmaker'!" Sure enough, the handle of the hoe is wrapped in abacus code water tubing, spraying a fine mist every time the ground is hoed, and ending with a projection in the mist: "Hoeing millet in the midday heat, bead-rain comes to cool the street." Xiaoxiu looks at Old Zhou, who is completely bewildered, and laughs heartily: "'Sweat dripping down into the soil' has basically been turned by the beads into 'mist sprinkling fresh herbs'!"
While they are busy, the herb plantation owner from the neighboring county runs over with a tearful, miserable face: "Back in our parts, it's so dry even the earthworms are moving away, and al…
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