Hua Wanchi took out a white steamed bun and a bamboo tube full of water from the basket behind him and handed them to the old man's mouth.
"Old man, please eat something and drink some water."
The old man's eyes were filled with tears of gratitude. He took it with trembling hands, drank a big gulp of water, and took a bite of the soft, sweet white steamed bun.
Tears immediately fell with excitement.
As if he had tasted the flavor, he stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth and chewed it in big mouthfuls. He choked and rolled his eyes, then poured the water in the bamboo tube into his mouth, tilted his head back, and was reluctant to let even a drop flow out.
Gratitude +20.
"Girl, no, benefactor," the old man's voice trembled with excitement, "you saved my life, you are my savior. If I am lucky enough to survive, you will do whatever you want!"
Hua Wanchi asked, "Old man, I came here to look for my relatives, but I found that everyone was running around. What happened?"
The old man sighed and slowly talked about the situation here.
"My benefactor, you don't know that Jiazhou has been suffering from drought for years. Not a drop of water has fallen, the fields have no harvest, and even the wells have run dry! Seeing that they can no longer survive, the village chiefs have no choice but to take their villagers on an exodus. The people along the way are all desperate and ruthless criminals who have been driven to extremes."
At this point, he shook his head and said, "I was exiled because of my old age, and I don't blame them. If I hadn't left, they would have starved to death. I have to leave a trace of my bloodline..."
"My benefactor, I see that you are well-dressed and well-fed, so I believe you must be from a wealthy family. The wealthy people here have long since fled, and perhaps the relative you are looking for is among them."
Hua Wanchi had a bit of a headache. All the people here were refugees from famine, and all they had on them were some worthless belongings. What could they use to trade?
She thought for a moment and asked her ancestor, "Ancestor, is there any way to make it rain here?"
Kong Miao said, "Using the infinite water balls and the rain machine together, we can bring rain here again."
Hua Wanchi's eyes lit up: "Grandfather, how long can I stay here?"
The old ancestor said: "Half a year."
Hua Wanchi nodded thoughtfully.
She made a decision: "Grandfather, I will bring rain to all the drought-stricken places!"
As soon as he finished speaking, dark clouds suddenly floated in the sky, and soon gathered together, blocking the scorching sun.
Seeing the sky getting dark, everyone stopped and looked up at the sky.
"Is it going to rain?"
Someone said.
Everyone looked at each other, some expectantly, some hesitantly.
After a while, small raindrops fell from the sky.
Soon, the rain got heavier and heavier, turning into a downpour that poured down on our heads.
Before everyone could recover from the surprise, they all looked ecstatic.
The rain flows through the body, and the long-lost moisture penetrates the skin, bringing endless hope.
Everyone cheered in the heavy rain.
"It's raining!" someone laughed wildly.
"It's raining! It's finally raining after three years!"
"Let's go back quickly, let's go home! It's raining, we don't have to flee anymore!"
The old man reached out and caught the rain water with his palm, then tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth.
He burst into tears of joy, and tears streamed down his face along with the rain.
"Sweet," he said, his voice filled with tears, "I have never tasted rain water so sweet!"
Hua Wanchi flashed into the space in an instant and then flashed out extremely quickly. The time in between could not be captured by the naked eye.
She had already changed her clothes.
She was wearing a light, soft, drooping, flowing silk gauze that was radiant and not stained by a single raindrop, and she was wearing a crystal clear hairpin on her head.
"Old man, I am a fairy from heaven. I saw the suffering of the people and could not bear it, so I came to the world to save them."
The old man immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "I have met the Fairy Goddess! Thank you for your great grace in sending rain!"
Hua Wanchi helped the old man up and said gently, "Old man, it is inconvenient for me to show myself in front of the world, so I have a favor to ask of you."
The old man's face was filled with gratitude: "Goddess, just tell me, I will definitely do it!"
Hua Wanchi then said, "Old man, this area has been suffering from a severe drought for three years. Even if it rains and the water source is restored, it will take time to plant crops. I have some food and water here that can help the people get through these difficult times. Please distribute them to them on my behalf."
The old man's face showed even more reverence: "The goddess of gods is compassionate and helps the people. When we are through these difficult times, we will sincerely offer our sacrifices to her!"
Hua Wanchi thought about it and realized that some novels set a faith value, which was probably very similar to the gratitude value.
"But I have one condition."
The old man said: "Goddess of the Goddess, please speak."
Hua Wanchi smiled sympathetically: "To get food and water, you need to exchange objects. If you are in a rocky wasteland, you can exchange one pound of stone on the ground for one pound of food or ten pounds of water.
"For those who live in dry fields, one pound of mud can be exchanged for half a pound of grain or five pounds of water. If you are short of farm tools at home, you can come and get them.
"If the crops have already been planted, each person can come and receive one kilogram of grain and twenty kilograms of water every day. If one weed is found in the field, an additional one kilogram of grain and ten kilograms of water will be given."
When the old man heard this, he felt even more grateful.
"So the goddess is worried that they'll be lazy and only care about the present, neglecting their farmland! What kind of conditions are these?"
So Hua Wanchi followed the old man back to his home.
The villagers and surrounding villages gradually became popular, and those who had fled famine gradually returned home.
But the number of people who came back was much smaller than when they left.
The journey was difficult and dangerous, and many people died on the way.
The old man went out to promote it and soon attracted a group of people who were either skeptical or had bad intentions.
"Old Tiantou, are you telling the truth? Are there really gods giving us food and drink?"
The old man said, "What good would it do me to lie to you? If everything I said is false, may the heavens strike me down!"
So everyone went out to find a piece of wasteland, picked up some stones, and brought them back.
"Old Tiantou, the stones are here, but where are the food and water you mentioned?"
The old man picked up the stones and weighed them: "Your stones weigh two kilograms in total. Do you want stones or water?"
The man laughed and said, "Are you crazy? You really want us to pick it up? I want a pound of grain and ten pounds of water! Take it out and let me see it!"
The old man turned around and took out a sack of food from the kitchen and a bucket of water.
The person who was called over stared in amazement.
"I didn't expect you, Old Tiantou, to have hidden so many things!"
At this moment, greed appeared in the eyes of a group of people standing silently by.
They stepped forward, their wolf-like eyes fixed on Old Tiantou, grinning grimly:
"Hand over all the food and water you've hidden, and we'll spare your life."
The person who was laughing just now was silent now, obviously also thinking of getting a piece of the pie.
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