The widowed sister-in-law is embarrassed, she criticizes the villain like he only wants to be a love

After sending Aunt Zhang back, Yan Shu and Jiang Ci returned to the camp.

The Shadow Guards have set up several tents and dinner is ready.

The two wild deer caught in the mountains were cleaned and roasted over an open flame for more than an hour. They were just sprinkled with some salt and tasted good.

After Yan Shu came back, he didn't mention anything about the village. He quietly ate some venison and went back to his tent to sleep.

In the dead of night, Yan Shu was lying in the camp, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The words that Granny Zhang and the old man said always appeared in his mind.

Her ability is limited and she cannot save all the suffering people in the world, but since she has met him, it is fate. If she does not take action, these dozens of old people in the village will die of thirst and starvation because there is no water and food.

Thinking of her old man's expression when he mentioned that the village might be abandoned in the future, she really couldn't sleep.

Jiang Ci, who was lying aside, heard the movement beside him and reached out to pull her into his arms.

"Can't sleep?"

"Ah."

Jiang Ci rubbed her long hair: "Let's go, let's go together."

Yan Shu looked at Jiang Ci with some surprise: "Don't you think I'm a little nosy? Poor people like this are everywhere, and we can't save them all."

"I believe that there must be some kind of destiny for people to meet each other. There are many poor people in the world, but we happen to meet not many of them. If you have a compassionate heart, then do whatever you want."

Yan Shu suddenly gained confidence and pulled Jiang Ci to sit up: "Okay, let's go now."

When the shadow guards on guard saw the two walking out, they immediately got up and wanted to follow them.

Jiang Ci waved his hand: "No need to follow!"

"Yes!"

The few people had no choice but to sit back, and Jiang Ci led Yan Shu towards the village not far away.

The village was unusually quiet late at night. The two came to the well. Jiang Ci stood aside and watched. Yan Shu used his mind to continuously inject the spiritual spring water in the space into the well. In about the time it took to make a cup of tea, the water in the dry well was magical. came out.

After filling the well, Yan Shu moved a batch of corn flour, white flour, and sorghum flour each of 1,000 kilograms from the space. He also moved some of the potatoes, sweet potatoes, and vegetables that had just been taken back from the fields in the small courtyard. There were piles of rice flour next to the well water. Less cargo.

Yan Shu estimated that it would be enough for these old people to survive this winter. It will rain in the north next spring, so as long as they survive this winter, the old people in the village can survive.

"let's go."

Jiang Ci flew away from the village with Yan Shu and returned to the military camp.

"Jiaojiao goes to bed first, I have to go back to the village."

Yan Shu guessed what he was going to do, so he nodded in agreement.

"Go early and come back early. We will be on our way early tomorrow morning."

"it is good!"

After Yan Shu returned to the camp, Jiang Ci took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and wrote two lines of big characters. Then he flew back to the village and landed at the old man's home as light as a swallow.

The old man had already fallen into a deep sleep, and Jiang Ci couldn't even feel sleepy when he walked to his bedside.

Jiang Ci raised his hand and patted his shoulder twice. The old man moved and opened his eyes in a daze. He was shocked to find a figure standing next to his bed.

"You are……"

It was too dark, and he could only see that the other party was wearing a moonlight gown.

"Your ancestors gave birth to a man of great virtue, so God has given you nectar from a dry well to help you survive this calamity. Remember not to spread this matter, otherwise you will be punished by God!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ci raised his hand and knocked the old man unconscious, then stepped away.

It was just getting light when the old man woke up. He touched his sore neck. It seemed like someone had been in the house last night?

The man's words echoed in his mind. The old man got up and walked out of the house and walked around the yard. The yard door was closed tightly, and the door latch was still on it. It didn't look like someone had broken in.

He patted his face: "Is it just a dream?"

When the old man returned to the house, he noticed a piece of white paper on the table.

How could his family, with its bare walls, afford paper? Thinking of the dream-like scene, the old man suddenly realized something and hurried to the table to pick up the paper.

Sure enough, there was writing on it, but it was a pity that he couldn't read any of it. Thinking that there was an old man in the village who had studied for several years, he put on his clothes and carefully put the piece of paper in his arms and hurried out of the house.

When the old man passed by the well in the village, almost all the active old people in the village gathered around the well, chattering enthusiastically.

I just heard the old lady Zhang say: "I knew it was a god. The old lady has never seen such a beautiful girl and handsome young man in her whole life. My parents said that gods would come to save us, but they appeared one night There is water in this well, and these grains must have been left to us by the gods."

After hearing Mrs. Zhang's words, the old man's scalp felt numb. He jogged to the crowd and looked straight at the well.

Is that dry well really filled with water? The water is so clear that some old people have already brought bowls, and they can scoop up a bowl with just their hands.

And the grains and vegetables piled in small hills next to the well water are really the same as what the man said in my dream last night.

"Everyone, listen to me. I had a bizarre dream last night. In the dream, a young immortal said that our ancestors had a virtuous ancestor, and God sent it to us for the sake of this ancestor. These grains and water, and by the way, this letter, Old Boss Liu, if you can read, please read what is written on it."

That old Liu Tou was similar in age to this old man, but his left leg was not very sharp and he limped when he walked.

When he was young, he was the smartest and studious person in the village. He also attended private school for a few years. However, he broke his leg in an accident. From then on, he never even asked for a wife and was a bachelor all his life.

Old Boss Liu took the piece of paper, read it once, and read out the contents of the letter in front of everyone.

The general meaning is the same as what the old man said. The letter specifically reminded that this matter should not be publicized.

"Since it is the immortal's will, we must do it. The immortal gave us a well of divine water and so much food. This is to save our lives. We must be grateful for the immortal's kindness and thank the great virtuous ancestor in our village for the good news. If it hadn’t been for that ancestor’s good deeds, we wouldn’t have had this adventure.”

"Old Boss Liu is right. If we can survive this year, when the situation gets better, we must build a temple next to the well to worship the two immortals and our ancestors. It is a pity that the immortal in the dream He didn’t tell me which ancestor he was who was doing good deeds.”

"I'm sure the ancestors won't mind. When the time comes, we will establish an ancestor ranking and worship all the ancestors in our village."

Mrs. Zhang was the first to kneel down and kowtow to the well: "Thank you to the immortals for saving my life. I made a fortune today and will eat fast and chant Buddha's name for the rest of my life to express my gratitude to the two immortals."

The other old people also knelt down.

After kowtowing and thanking the immortal, they began to discuss the distribution of food.

After they opened the grain bags, they found that the grain was so fine that it was unlike anything in the world. There was also golden flour that they had never seen before. There were also things they didn't recognize in the pile of vegetables. Everyone guessed that these were things from the fairy world. More and more pious.

In the end, several kilograms of grain were evenly distributed, and dozens of elderly people worked together to send the grain home to each household.

Then the old people happily came to fetch water.

Mrs. Zhang took a spoonful of water and drank some water. She said to several neighbors: "I drank this water yesterday. The fairy gave it to me. Since drinking that water, I seem to have gained strength overnight." , this water must not be ordinary, we must take good care of it. "