The production team, which had been laughing and joking just moments before, was now filled with groans of pain. White rice was scattered all over the ground, and the villagers were rolling on the ground clutching their stomachs, some even foaming at the mouth.

Meanwhile, Daya, Erya, and Sanya, who had been waiting in the production team early in the morning with three large bowls of white rice, were now twitching and rolling their eyes on the ground.

Ling Huanwu picked up Er Ya, who had just learned to walk slowly, and then picked up San Ya, who had just learned to say "Grandma." Her hands trembled violently as she held them. She then called out to Daya, who was unresponsive beside her, and burst into tears of helplessness.

"Girls, you can't get hurt. It's my fault. I just wanted to give you white rice, but I never thought it would harm you..."

Her hands trembled as she tried to induce vomiting in the children, but let alone the children, the other adults were all unconscious and had no strength to vomit up the poisoned rice.

Just as she was getting up in despair to find water for her three children in the hope of diluting the toxins, she inadvertently glanced at the small half-bucket of spiritual spring water she had left over from last time.

Ling Huanwu wiped away her tears, her eyes lit up, and she rushed into the public restroom.

A minute later, she took out another bucket of spiritual spring water from her spatial storage.

She thought, if plants can be saved, people certainly can too!

Carrying a bucket and a gourd ladle, she scooped up ladle after ladle of the spiritual spring water, just like watering vegetables in the field, and fed it to dozens of villagers in the production team.

Ling Huanwu had just finished feeding the last villager, and the people lying haphazardly on the ground were still not up when she turned around and saw Song Yaoyao leading Commander Huo and his entourage into the scene.