After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

Thoughts were swirling in Xiang Ci's mind, and she was a little excited. She was about to pull on Mr. Xiang's clothes and tell him what she thought, when she heard Mr. Xiang say: "Jing Ping Empress will protect you."

Xiang Ci smiled, yes, that was exactly what she had in mind just now.

Since everyone said there was no water or food, she would return to her old job and water everyone's fields with spiritual spring water every night so that the crops could be harvested early.

Shortening the harvest time allows villagers to eat food early and make them self-reliant.

In this way, the villagers will have a good harvest of food, and she will have the faith to have a good harvest.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Unexpectedly, grandpa also thought of this method.

Mr. Xiang felt Xiang Ci's warm gaze and turned his head slightly to glance at her, then looked at the villagers under the city wall: "Jing Ping Empress pities all living beings. As long as you are grateful to Jing Ping Empress in your hearts, she will bless everyone with a good harvest." .”

Be grateful to the Queen of Purifying Vase in your heart, and you will have the power of faith.

With the power of faith, the wine pot will become bigger and the spiritual spring water will become more abundant, and then she can water more fields with spiritual spring water.

The more Xiang Ci thought about it, the more pleased he became. This way, there was no need for Third Brother and Kaikai to go to town and try every means to gain faith.

The villagers all knew the Queen of the Purifying Vase, and they cried: "Xiang Lizheng, can we go in and ask for the Queen's nectar?"

Mr. Xiang was a bit embarrassed: "The nectar from the Empress Temple is not produced much now, but I can swear to God from my upright position here..."

"You can come to the city wall every half month to receive the nectar from the Purifying Vase Queen."

The Xiang family members who knew the truth looked at each other and said nothing, and they were all satisfied with this matter.

When the people of Xiangjia Village looked at Mr. Xiang, their eyes shone with admiration.

After the matter was resolved, some sober villagers still reminded: "Then we don't have any grain... Xiang Lizheng, can you lend us some grain?"

Things have come to this point, and Mr. Xiang will not be stingy about this: "You can borrow it, but not much. You have to pay it back after the harvest."

If you borrow something, you must repay it. It’s not difficult to borrow again.

We also need to let them understand that nothing in this world comes for free, and everything must be cherished in order to be more precious.

The villagers swore and cheered: "We will pay it back."

As long as they have grain and seeds, and the protection and nectar of the Purifying Vase Lady, they will definitely be able to live again.

Mr. Xiang was happy to see them cheer up again: "During the harvest period, you can go to the mountains to find food."

"During that time, you couldn't go out during the day. It was too dark at night and no one went up the mountain. I thought there would be a lot to eat on the mountain."

The villagers were happy again. If they gathered more people when going up the mountain, they would always be able to survive.

Xiang Lizheng has already arranged the way for them, they just need to muster the courage to follow it.

If he continues to writhe here and cry without moving, he deserves to starve to death.

If you want someone to save you, you must first pee and take a look at yourself to see if you have that color.

Xiang Renzhou and Xiang Renhe carried the steamed multigrain buns up to the city wall and then hung them down.

Ye Kai and several others went down with knives and stopped at the basket containing multi-grain steamed buns. Even though the hungry villagers' eyes were glowing green, they did not dare to rush to grab it.

Everyone wants to live, not less than this quarter of an hour.

Xiang Xinbai asked people to line up, and Xiang Renzhou and others started to distribute steamed buns.

Two people per person. After getting the steamed buns, the villagers stuffed them into their mouths. They choked and rolled their eyes and were reluctant to spit them out.

Fortunately, Xiang Xinsong and the others brought water again. They scooped the gourd into the bucket and drank until they were half full.

At this time, everyone just wanted to drink, no one thought about pouring water on themselves.

Xiang Ci and the others could smell the unspeakable stench from their bodies after not taking a shower for several months, even across the city wall.

But being dirty and smelly is nothing compared to death.

A grown man's fist-sized multigrain steamed bun was eaten in five bites. Before he could finish swallowing it, he picked up the second steamed bun and gnawed it.

Some people eat one steamed bun and are reluctant to eat the second steamed bun, wanting to hide it and eat it next time.

But looking at Dirty's body, there is no place to hide food at all.

Again, if the steamed buns were snatched away by others, it would really be more of a loss than a gain.

So after much hesitation, these people continued to eat the steamed buns with tears in their eyes.

At this time, only what you eat is yours.

If you really want to die, you must have a full meal and never starve to death.

The villagers under the city wall devoured the food, while the villagers on the city wall watched quietly without saying a word.

Suddenly, an old lady eating steamed buns in the crowd fell to the ground.

The villagers around her moved silently away from the old lady, still biting steamed buns in their mouths.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with that old man?"

"Check to see if she's choking."

The people in Xiangjia Village are kind-hearted. They stood above and watched this scene with worry.

Xiang Xinbai stepped forward to check on the old lady and shook his head at Mr. Xiang: "She seems to be dead."

Doctor Xiang Ling was not afraid of the trouble and went down to the city wall and came to the old lady. After checking her, he shook his head and sighed: "I'm starving to death."

Although I got the steamed buns and bitten them, it was still a step too late and I starved to death.

Hearing this, the people around him didn't show much expression, they just stared at the steamed buns in the old lady's hand.

During this period of time, they had seen too many dead people, and they would no longer be much touched.

Doctor Xiang Ling gave the steamed bun in the old lady's hand to a young man.

I'm a grown-up boy who is living in poverty. A few steamed buns will make him fuller.

He eats tree bark and dirt, so how can he dislike the steamed buns that others have taken a bite of?

Seeing this, Xiang Ci stopped looking and went home with Xiang Wan and others.

Along the way, everyone was silent.

Their village is very quiet. They have never seen such death. Now that they have seen it, everyone feels a little uncomfortable.

When we got home and looked at the fried vegetables and rice on the table, everyone had different moods.

After Mr. Xiang and the others came back, everyone ate in silence, each one picking up a little less food, as if this way they could share the saved food with the dying people, so that they would not starve to death.

The atmosphere was too solemn, but Mr. Xiang was the first to speak out: "It's useless to lend them grain seeds, the land is too dry..."

Xiang Renzhou answered: "Isn't it? We carried water all afternoon, but the ground was not even watered, let alone the fields, where there was not even a trace of water."

If the ground cannot be watered thoroughly, the ground cannot be plowed, and sweet potatoes cannot be grown.

Rice is a paddy field. Paddy fields are paddy fields. If there is no water in the fields, how can we grow rice?

Even if I carry water, I don’t know when it will be done.

These are all dead problems that we see before our eyes, but they cannot be solved.

Xiang Ci took a mouthful of rice and said vaguely: "There is no water in the fields, so let the Old Dragon King of the East China Sea rain heavily for three days and three nights, so that we mortals can plant crops and have a bumper harvest, and build a Dragon King temple for him next year." .”

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a loud thunder crashing outside the house. The Xiang family were shocked and looked sad. They all turned their heads to look outside the house in shock.