Pharaoh stood on the river bank, looking at this miracle, and his knees bent involuntarily.

He knelt on the ground, gently touching the cold river water with his hands, tears and hope flashing in his eyes.

"Good, the blood is gone, the disaster is over!"

His voice was soft but full of power, echoing in everyone's heart.

The high priest followed closely behind, a childlike smile on his old face.

He exclaimed excitedly:

"We can finally drink this holy river water again! This is not only the return of water, but also the rebirth of hope!"

Although the recent hailstorms have brought unexpected water to Egypt, they are not short of water now.

But this is a sign of the coming dawn!

The clarity at this moment, however, foreshadows a deeper meaning - it is the light before dawn, the prelude to the revival of all things.

The news spread quickly, and the people nearby seemed to be drawn by an invisible force and rushed to the river.

Their faces were filled with irrepressible joy.

Cheers and singing rang out one after another.

People held hands and danced on the river bank to celebrate this historic moment.

The air was filled with joy and hope, and the whole scene was bustling with activity, like a grand festival celebration.

Actually, it’s pretty much the same.

If the ten plagues really end on this day, this day every year in the future will be a new festival.

In this joy.

Even Gao Chen, who had been wandering outside the illusion and did not regard the people in the illusion as real people, could not help but be infected by this pure happiness.

He whispered to himself:

"Finally, the goddess of luck has begun to favor this land."

It also cares for every heart that longs for peace and tranquility.

Feng Feng nodded slightly, with an incredible smile on his face.

“Who could have imagined that the seventh plague would be hail?”

It should be said that except for Mai Xuan, who had known about it for a long time.

Mai Xuan took over the conversation, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"The algae in the river had already been cleared a lot before, and the hailstorm brought about low temperatures, which just happened to suppress the spread of the algae."

"The severe cold brought by the hail not only slowed down their growth."

"The freezing and melting cycle of the river has invisibly increased the amount of water and diluted the concentration of algae."

"The Nile River, Egypt's mother river, is recovering its vitality and vigor at an astonishing speed."

“The situation in Egypt has improved so much all of a sudden.”

Jin Shile stretched out his arms, enjoying the rare coolness, his words full of ease and relief.

"Yes, this sudden low temperature has become a great helper in our fight against other disasters."

“The plagues of frogs and pestilence that had plunged Egypt into despair seemed to tremble in the cold wind and quickly dissipate.”

"Egypt, as if overnight, was pulled back from the abyss of despair to the dawn of hope."

but.

This sudden improvement also quietly sowed the seeds of another challenge.

The joy that surged in Pharaoh's heart was as unstoppable as the flooding of the Nile.

In his excitement, the clear water in his hand fell and turned into crystal drops.

Then he resolutely issued an order on his way back:

Use the new power of the Nile River to quickly restore agricultural production.

Sow seeds before winter to ensure your people have enough food to survive the harsh winter!

While it's still summer, plant some more food and you can still harvest it before winter!

At the same time, the soldiers also had to act quickly.

They are responsible for shuttling between the royal city and dealing with the traces left by the disaster.

Frogs, flies, and lice, once disgusting creatures, are now targets for cleanup;

Those livestock that were unfortunately infected with the plague were burned together.

The ashes were carefully collected and buried away from people to prevent the plague from spreading again.

This is a race against time, and everyone is doing their best for the future of Egypt!

…

The sunlight poured down on the top of the pyramid like molten gold, coating this ancient and mysterious land with a dazzling glow.

Pharaoh stood on a towering throne.

There was an unprecedented light shining in his deep eyes.

It seems as if one can penetrate the mist of time and see directly the future scene of Egypt that is about to break free from the shackles of disaster and usher in prosperity!

His words echoed like thunder in the empty hall.

Orders were like precise arrows, shot in all directions and activated the pulse of the entire country.

The high priest held the scepter and took a timely step forward, his voice steady and magnetic:

"Your Majesty, although the vision is grand, the reality must also be considered."

"Our hands are not strong enough to support the great wheel of revival, let alone to find the scattered Hebrews and hand them over to Moses."

Upon hearing this, the Pharaoh curled up his lips into a faint smile.

That smile revealed both infinite longing for the future and a hint of unquestionable authority.

"The high priest has a point, but let's put the matter of the Hebrews aside for now."

"On the seventh day, I will discuss this with Moses."

He waved his hand gently, but that casualness concealed an irresistible power, as if everything was under his control.

However.

This is not just a matter of manpower shortage.

On a deeper level, the manpower needed to rebuild homes and resume production is devouring resources like a bottomless pit.

At this moment, an idea quietly formed in Pharaoh's mind.

——Those Hebrews, who had been slaves in Egypt for four hundred years, their strength and wisdom, weren't they the precious resources most needed at this moment?

This idea was like an oasis appearing in the desert, making Pharaoh's eyes more determined.

At the dawn of the seventh day, the city gate was already crowded with people.

Moses, filled with hope and expectation, prepared to welcome his compatriots back to freedom.

However, when Pharaoh's voice penetrated the noise of the crowd and reached his ears.

That joy instantly solidified into ice.

"Moses, I want to leave the Hebrews behind to help me cultivate the land in Egypt. I will return home when the harvest is good."

This sudden request was like a bolt from the blue, and Moses' face turned ashen in an instant.

"Stay? In what name? How can we Hebrews become your tools again?"

His voice trembled with anger and his eyes burned with unyielding fire.

"Four hundred years of slavery have become a heavy yoke we bear. How can you erase it so easily?"

Pharaoh's expression remained unchanged, and his tone remained calm and firm:

"Moses, you must know that the Hebrews were once Egypt's property, and it was we who gave your ancestors shelter in times of distress."

"How can you easily forget this kindness?"

The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became tense, as if even the air had frozen.