Chapter 63
Hesniemen began to make clothes for Jiaojiao, yes, clothes.
As a god who had created all things many times, making clothes was a very simple thing for Him. The only thing worth worrying about was what style to make, what color combination to use, whether it needed to be woven with stars, moonlight, etc.
After busying around for a while, Jiaojiao finally got his first new piece of clothing since coming to this world. It was a smaller version of his father Hesnemen's platinum robe.
After putting on the dress with her father's help, Jiaojiao looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but happily spin around her father. Her black grape-like eyes sparkled, and she said happily in her baby voice, "Jiaojiao's new dress looks great, just like Daddy's."
Looking down at Jiaojiao who was happily circling around him, Hesniemen couldn't help but curl his eyes as well.
It is a very pleasant thing to see that the little one likes the clothes I made by myself so directly.
While Jiaojiao was happily running around her father because of a piece of clothing, the beastmen were also very excited and gathered around a dry well, discussing things in a puzzled but heated manner.
They gathered here for no other reason than that this dry well, which had been abandoned for ten years, suddenly had water.
The first two orcs who discovered that water was coming out of the dry well were two little orcs who were playing there. After they found out, they immediately ran home and told their parents. After their parents looked at them with disbelief on their faces, they immediately went to tell the chief Sai Meng.
Water is a very important resource for the beastmen in the deserted city. You should know that now there is only one well in the entire beastmen tribe that is still stubbornly producing water, and the other wells have gradually dried up due to the harsh environment for many years.
The orcs had tried to dig other wells, but no water came out after digging many wells. The deepest well they dug was over 100 meters deep, but still no water came out, and they wasted a lot of time and energy.
In the end, they had to admit that the beastmen could no longer dig any wells with water, so they had to find a way to transport water from outside.
Carrying water is as dangerous as... or even more dangerous than hunting, and the wasteland outside is full of people who have been expelled from their race.
All of these expelled beings wanted to kill the orcs, not to mention that the largest river in the wasteland was inhabited by expelled mermaids, which doubled the danger of transporting water.
Many orcs die every year in the fight to transport water, so water is sometimes even more important to them than food.
So the sudden appearance of water in this abandoned well that had been abandoned for many years was no small matter for the beastmen. Upon hearing the news, the beastmen gathered together, crowded together, and peered into the well.
After discovering that there was really water gurgling out from inside, the tall and burly orcs were so excited that their eyes lit up and they stamped their feet.
Is this a gift from God?
This must be a gift from God!
Otherwise, why would the well that had been dry for so many years suddenly begin to ooze water?
It seems that their offerings have earned them the blessing of the gods!
While the orcs were excitedly discussing whether this was a gift from the gods, Ervens responded with a negative feeling in his heart.
This was not a gift from the gods, because the gods did not like their simple offerings.
The offerings that the gods did not appreciate were piled up at the door, and should have rotted and stank over time.
However, Arera, who felt sorry for the food, mustered up the courage and, with the god's permission, delivered all the food to the patriarch overnight with Ares, on the grounds that it would stink if left at the door.
Chief Sai Meng was afraid that his fellow tribesmen would be devastated if they knew about it, so he kept the matter secret.
If you ask how Erwens knew this, it was because he was dragged by the overworked tribe leader Sai Meng to help make the meat into jerky, and then secretly stored it in the tribe's grain storage area, planning to find an opportunity to sell the meat in the future.
Come to think of it, how could a god as high and mighty as the bright moon look down upon these mortal creatures?
Thinking about this, Erwins's eyes gradually fixed on the ground. He squatted down, picked up some soil and rubbed it between his fingertips. When he found that it was indeed not as dry as before, he frowned and began to think.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. He stood up and said with a sharp gaze, "Huai, Amur, Zela, take a few orcs to check the other wells. If there's no water, try drilling deeper. You don't need to dig too deep; half a meter is enough. If you find anything, come and tell me immediately."
Although they didn't understand, Fox, Zera and other orcs responded and turned to leave.
Sai Meng: "Erwens, what are you doing?"
In response to Chief Sai Meng's question, Erwens paused for a moment before speaking, "I've heard wandering poets sing. In their poems, gods are born from heaven and earth. When they descend, the earth blooms with flowers, and all the bitter cold disappears. Wherever they are, flowers and birds abound, and it's like spring all year round."
He looked down at the well beside him and said, "Look, the water in this well is not as turbid as before. Instead, it is very clear. It is better than the water we risked our lives to transport from the North River."
"So I suspect the soil of the deserted city is changing. In the future... perhaps soon," Erwens said, looking into the distance. That direction was the approximate direction of the courtyard where Jiaojiao and Hesnemen lived. "Perhaps it won't be long before our deserted city can no longer be called a deserted city."
This is not a gift from God, but it is indeed a gift that exists because of God!
In the yard, Jiaojiao, who had received new clothes, ran to the yard impatiently after getting her father's consent, wanting to show her sister Arei the new clothes her father made for her.
However, Jiaojiao, who had never worn a long robe before, was tripped by the long hem of the robe when she walked out of the house with her short legs. Her whole body immediately fell forward and landed heavily on the ground with a "bang".
When Jiaojiao was about to fall, the tree in the yard waved its branches wildly to catch him, but it was still a step too slow. At this time, it was surrounding Jiaojiao and shaking its branches anxiously.
Arela, who was cleaning the yard, heard the noise and turned around to find Jiaojiao lying on the ground. She threw away the broom in her hand and ran forward anxiously to help Jiaojiao up.
Jiaojiao had fallen hard, scraping her knees and elbows and leaving her fair face covered in dust. There were also scrapes on some parts of her face, and a small cut on her forehead. Blood was dripping down the edge, and a small stone was deeply embedded in the wound.
Seeing all this, Arela took a deep breath, his heart trembling with pain, and he even didn't dare to look at the wound on Jiaojiao's forehead.
Jiaojiao, who was helped up from the ground, pursed her lips tightly and clenched her fists tightly. Although she tried her best to endure it, tears still fell from the corners of her red eyes in pain, making her little face, which was already covered with dust, dirty.
Afraid that his tears would flow to the abrasion and make it more painful, Arela was busy wiping Jiaojiao's tears.
In the past, when she herself fell, she thought it was no big deal. She would grit her teeth, pick out the sand, pat her butt and continue working. But when Jiaojiao was injured, she felt the pain was unbearable. She immediately gritted her teeth and raised her voice to shout into the house: "Lord God, Jiaojiao has fallen."
Almost as soon as the words fell, Hesnemen appeared outside the door.
Jiaojiao, who had been holding back his tears, finally stopped crying when he saw his father. He whimpered softly in great pain and stretched out his little hands for his father to hold him: "Wuwu... Daddy hold me... Wuwu Jiaojiao hurts... My hands hurt... Wuwu... My legs hurt too..."
It was because his legs hurt so much that he couldn't walk that Jiaojiao stood there, enduring the pain and crying. If his legs didn't hurt, he would have run into the house with his short legs to ask his father to hold him.
"boom!"
At the moment Jiaojiao was crying, a muffled thunder suddenly exploded in the sky under the scorching sun.
Hesnemen bent down and picked up Jiaojiao, his eyes fell on the somewhat hideous wound on his white forehead, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
He reached out and healed the wounds on Jiaojiao's forehead, elbows and knees, but although the wounds were healed, the pain left behind could not be completely dissipated for a while.
The radiant little girl lay in her father's arms with her head tilted to the side, clutching the clothes on her father's chest tightly with her hands. Big tears fell from her red eyes. The little whimpering cry of pain sounded like a newborn kitten, which made Hesniemen feel uncomfortable in his heart.
Feeling upset, Hesnemen lowered his eyes and looked at Jiaojiao in his arms. He kept patting his little back with his big hands and coaxing him to stop crying in a gentle voice.
“Boom!”
Along with Jiaojiao's crying, bursts of muffled thunder sounded in the sky.
What is a god!
Their breathing rises and falls with the heavens and the earth, their blood surges with them. Their sorrows and joys, their every move, are all closely connected to the mountains, rivers, and deserts.
Jiaojiao, who was also considered a little god, cried because of her fall, and her sadness caused the climate of this world to change.
The heavy rain poured down on our heads, and the rumbling thunder seemed like the sky was roaring and venting its anger.
Jiaojiao, who was crying in her father's arms, was startled by the increasingly loud thunder in the sky and started to hiccup.
Jiaojiao, who was stunned by the hiccup, blinked his misty eyes. He didn't feel any pain and was so frightened that he stopped crying. However, he had cried so hard before and had not recovered for a while, so his little body was still twitching.
"Dad, the door is broken." Jiaojiao, with red and swollen eyes, pointed at the door. Her raven-black eyelashes were still wet. Her milky little voice, with tears still lingering, complained confidently: "The door tripped Jiaojiao, it's broken."
Jiaojiao, who likes the clothes made by her father, doesn't think it's the clothes' fault. She thinks it must be the door that's broken and someone deliberately tripped Jiaojiao.
The biased and unreasonable Hesnemen looked over, and the innocent threshold at the door, which was not very high, was instantly reduced to powder.
After being coaxed into falling asleep, Jiaojiao sniffed and lay listlessly in her father's arms, and soon fell asleep.
Hesnemen lowered his eyes and looked at Jiaojiao who was sleeping in his arms, then carried him back to the inner room and gently placed him on the bed.
On the large bed which was mainly green and entangled with vines, a little child was sleeping soundly, with short fluffy black hair hanging messily on his forehead, and under his long black eyelashes, his fair and soft cheeks were stained with a light pink of sleep, and his small chest was rising and falling with his slight breathing.
Hesniemen, who was sitting beside the bed, looked at Jiaojiao's sleeping face quietly. He knew that it was the clothes he made that caused Jiaojiao to fall and get injured and suffer such a misfortune.
He didn't take into account that the little guy had never worn clothes like robes, which caused Jiaojiao to fall and get injured after putting them on because she was not used to it.
It’s just that the little guy subconsciously believes that his father can’t be wrong, so he blames the threshold for the crime.
Hesnemen reached out and lightly touched the place on Jiaojiao's forehead where the wound had been. There was an indistinguishable emotion in his golden eyes. He always seemed to be unable to fulfill the role of a good father. He either let the little guy go hungry or let the little guy get hurt.
But fortunately, the little guy didn’t dislike his unreliable father!
Hesnemen lowered his eyes and looked at Jiaojiao's little hand that was holding his sleeve even when she was asleep. The indistinguishable emotions in his golden eyes settled down, and a smile appeared.
He blinked sleepily. The longer the fragment existed in his body, the more tired Hesnemen felt. Realizing that he might have to sleep for a long time this time, Hesnemen took out a small notebook from his arms and looked at what was written on it.
Small shoes, facial cream, toys, storybooks, candies, snacks...
It seems a bit too much!
Looking at the things that filled up an entire page, Hesnemen sighed.
He put the notebook down, manipulated his divine power and started to work.
When everything was over, Jiaojiao had not woken up yet. The extremely sleepy Hesnie put the things he had prepared on the carpet beside him so that Jiaojiao could take them easily. Then he lay on the bed sideways and reached out to hold the sleeping Jiaojiao in his arms.
The sound of dripping rain mixed with some faint cheers came through the house. The small, soft body was pressed against his arms, and the slight breathing sound rose and fell in his ears. He lowered his head and gently rubbed Jiaojiao's cheek with the tip of his nose, then closed his eyes with satisfaction.
The dead silence of the past years of imprisonment seem to be gradually erased by the vibrant and noisy daily life now.
However, no being can get over the pain of being betrayed, imprisoned, and having their bones dug out, not even gods!
Outside the house and on the street, the entire beast tribe was celebrating and rejoicing over the rainstorm. For the beast tribe, which had not seen rain for almost ten years, this rainstorm was like the joy of food falling from the sky.
They cheered loudly and planned to hold a bonfire party in the barnyard that night to celebrate the rainstorm.
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