Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

She took out the cotton cloth in front of everyone, and saw that there was still some ice water in the bowl where the snow had been placed, but there was a lot of dirt left.

On the other hand, the cotton cloth, despite being soaked, is extremely clean.

The villagers exclaimed and opened their eyes wide, but no one spoke to disturb Zhao Zhizhi.

Zhao Zhizhi took out another bowl and squeezed out the water from the cotton cloth. The water dripped into the bowl, and half of the bowl was filled with water.

Someone among the villagers finally couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Is this, can I drink it?"

Zhao Zhizhi did not answer his words, but took out the silver needle and put it in the snow water to test for half a quarter of an hour. After taking it out, he made sure it was not poisonous and then said:

"You can drink it."

Everyone cheered immediately.

Zhao Zhizhi waited for them to stop and then said: "But snow water is cold in nature after all, so it is not advisable to drink too much. At the beginning, you can only drink half a bowl to quench your thirst. You can slowly increase the amount after your spleen and stomach get used to it."

The villagers nodded obediently, "Don't worry, Miss Zhao, we will be obedient."

"Maybe the snow will stop soon and the mountain spring will turn into water and we can drink sweet water again."

Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, Zhao Zhizhi also felt inexplicably happy. She reminded:

"What are you still doing? Go back and melt the snow."

Everyone left one after another as if they were waking up from a dream.

The heavy snow fell continuously for nearly a month before it finally stopped, making the drought even more severe.

Food is no longer sold in the town. In the neighboring villages, every household can only guard their own food and wait for the day when it runs out.

The villagers in Xiaohe Village are not wealthy and cannot hoard food. They can only go to the town to beg for work, earn some money and then exchange it for some food to maintain their livelihood.

Now, no matter how much money they earn, they have nowhere to exchange it for food.

Some villagers have already asked for relief in despair. Instead of starving to death, it is better to give themselves a happy life.

Zhao Zhizhi also heard about this incident when he passed by the village chief's house on his way back after going to Dr. Liu's home.

Villagers with the same predicament are crying at the village chief's home with their family of three.

"Village Chief, I know you still have food at home. If you have a kind heart, even if a little leaks out from between your fingers, just give my son and old mother something to eat. You don't have to eat enough to save their lives."

A grown man knelt on the ground and begged. Zhao Zhizhi stood at the door and saw through the half-open door that the man's forehead was bruised and bruised.

She thought that the village chief would secretly give him some food, but she never expected that in troubled times, people's hearts have become worthless.

The village chief sighed, and although his tone was slow, he was extremely cold when he said: "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's because my family doesn't have much food in stock, so I gave it to you in case other families come to ask for it again. I ask for it, so what should I do?”

Hearing this, the man stopped kowtowing blankly and looked at the village chief with tears on his face, "I promise not to tell anyone, okay?"

The village chief shook his head and looked at him with pity, "Even if I can save you for a while, I can't save you for the rest of your life."

The man knew that no matter how much he begged, it would be in vain. He laughed sadly, stood up and helped up the young family who were already crying together, "Mother, mother, son, it's useless for you to be a father. I'm sorry for you."

His wife and old mother cried so hard that they were breathless and speechless. His son comforted him intermittently with a childish voice, "Dad, it's okay, let's go home."

The man's tears fell again. His eyes were obviously full of despair, but a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had made some decision.

"Why don't our whole family follow your example, Uncle Donkey? It would be better to get rid of it sooner and suffer less pain."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhizhi was shocked, turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

The uncle donkey they talked about was the person who had helped her.

He was a good man. He had his pulse checked some time ago and his body was still strong. It would not be a problem for him to live for another ten years.

At that time, Uncle Donkey still smiled and said to her that he wanted to lend her some good words.

Zhao Zhizhi ran to the end of the village in one breath.

He saw that his neighbors had already carried Uncle Donkey and his family out and lined them up neatly at the door.

Uncle Donkey was widowed in his later years and only lived with a picked-up girl.

The girl was also shy. When talking to her, her voice was as low as a mosquito or a fly, but she was extremely gentle.

Zhao Zhizhi failed to walk over to check on the two of them. Her feet seemed to have roots and she couldn't move.

Despite this, she could tell from their pale faces and bloody necks that they were probably out of breath a long time ago.

Unknowingly, she felt the coolness on her face, stretched out her hand to touch it, and shed tears herself.

She wanted to question Uncle Donkey, "Why are you so stupid? Niuniu is still young and has infinite possibilities. How could you deprive her of her life?"

But there is no answer to these words anyway.

Zhao Zhizhi turned around and walked back. At first it was like taking steps, then he unconsciously quickened his pace, and then gradually changed from walking to running, wishing he could fly.

She thought of the man from the village chief's house, but she had no impression of that man.

Now she just felt that what he said at that time was wrong, so she had to get home as quickly as possible and ask her father and brother Zhao to notify everyone in the village to come and collect food.

Although doing so might leak out the information about the space and put her in danger, she couldn't care about that much now.

The food in the space is very rich, enough for the Zhao family to feed for two lifetimes. If it is divided, they may not even have enough to eat in the future.

But she couldn't let Zhao Zhizhi watch these innocent villagers starve to death!

The Zhao family's father and brother were in disbelief when they heard what she said.

Father Zhao took a puff of dry cigarette and said with a serious face: "Zhizhi, our family doesn't have that much food. Where did you get it?"

As soon as Zhao Zhizhi arrived home, he saw Luo Linyi's letter on the table and said in his heart that she had recognized her family.

Thinking that Lin Yi had told her that her family was very wealthy, Zhao Zhizhi decisively threw the blame on her.

"Dad, it's Lin Yi. She knows the situation in our village, so she asked her family to send some food."

Father Zhao nodded after hearing this, but the heaviness on his face did not dissipate.

Although Zhao Ermu has gotten rid of his bad habits, he still does not have a broad mind.

He said impatiently: "Zhizhi, what are you talking about? Our family doesn't have enough food to survive the winter. Linyi sent food to us, why should we give it to others? They often come to our house to cause trouble on weekdays."

Zhao Zhizhi said coldly: "Second brother, Lin Yi has sent us a lot of food. We can't finish it. Besides, do you want to watch the villagers die and our family live alone in Xiaohe Village?"

Hearing Luo Linyi's name, Zhao Yimu was silent and asked softly: "Is she okay?"