“You said it yourself, that’s an illusionist, they can’t really summon wind and rain and control the heavens and earth. If someone in the world really had that ability, my aunt’s hometown of Pingyuan Town wouldn’t be suffering from such a drought that the crops are almost dying. They could just move this cloud over with a wave of their hand and solve everything.”
The speaker meant no harm.
Jiang Qingwan suddenly looked over.
Is Pingyuan Town experiencing a drought?
The man paused for a moment, then quickly bowed and replied, “Yes, it’s so dry. The fishponds have all dried up, there’s no water at all. In my aunt’s village, none of the wells are open, so they have to go up the mountain to fetch spring water. A family can only get two buckets a month, and they don’t even dare to wash their faces.”
Jiang Qingwan raised an eyebrow.
She turned to look at Mo Yunhan.
Do you know this place? How far is it from here? Which direction is it in?
Mo Yunhan's eyes showed even more heartache.
"Are you going to redirect this rain to Pingyuan Town?"
Jiang Qingwan nodded.
"Give me the directions, there's no time to waste."
She walked outside, looking for a suitable starting position.
Mo Yunhan grabbed her arm.
His dark eyes suppressed complex emotions.
"Is this difficult? If it is, I'll think of another way."
Jiang Qingwan knew what he was worried about.
Suddenly, she reached out and hooked his cold, hard chin.
"It's not too difficult, just very tiring. You're my protector, you won't let anything happen to me."
The village chief and others were deeply moved.
Suddenly they all knelt down.
All eyes in the courtyard were fixed on them with eager anticipation.
Zheng Qing sighed softly.
I suddenly feel like slapping myself twice.
How could he have suspected Jiang Qingwan of being a wicked woman who would bring chaos to the inner quarters of the household?
This person is clearly a living god who can save the world.
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