The little sweetheart dressed as the ghost king

After exchanging greetings, Xiji led the people to the river, looking at the river which was about the same width as last time, and the water level did not drop at all, and felt quite emotional.

Now that the drought is like this, if there is not this river here, maybe the people here will really not be able to survive.

It's just that no matter how emotional he was, Xiji knew that now was not the time to be emotional, so after taking a second look, he discussed with the old craftsman beside him.

The old craftsman who followed Xiji was a seasoned craftsman. When he came to the river, he did not directly measure the depth of the river. Instead, he first asked Xiji about the approximate range of the water that the water truck needs to transport. I probably have a spectrum before I start to act.

"Trouble old sir." Xiji looked at the old carpenter who had already made some eyebrows, and spoke very politely.

The old carpenter waved his hands repeatedly to Xiji, expressing that he deserved it, and that he should do all these things by himself.

Xiji originally wanted to say something more, but seeing the fear and sincerity on the old carpenter's face, he knew it was inappropriate to say more, so he introduced each other to the old carpenter and Li Da, told them to cooperate well, and then left got there.

"Master, shall we go back now?" Mo Shu looked at Xiji who was standing on the field, looking completely out of place with the surroundings, and asked suspiciously.

When Xiji heard his words, he shook his head. He came out this time, but he had nothing to do. He just showed the carpenter where to build the waterwheel, and instructed Li Dana on how to dig ditches in the field to transport water.Use your own words, and leave the rest to those professionals.

Now that all these things are done, Xiji naturally has nothing else to do.Normally, he would go back directly, but now thinking of his complicated relationship with the Night King, he still wants to stay outside for a while.

Tong Moshu found a shady place to stay, Xiji turned his head and looked at the place in front of him carefully. The last time he came here was too hasty, and he was shocked by the behavior of the villagers carrying water here, so he didn't pay attention. I've seen it before, but looking carefully now, it's even barren than what I saw when I first came here.

The villagers living here all looked malnourished, and their clothes were even more appalling.The clothes of the villagers who surrounded the surroundings and looked at them from a distance, but did not dare to go forward, had holes in their clothes. If they were good, they found a few pieces of cloth and sewed them on. Those who didn’t have them just let it be torn, generously. Fang revealed his thin body.

I don't know why, looking at the scene in front of him, Xiji always feels his nose is a little sore.But very quickly, he suppressed this untimely sadness.

"Master, when are we going back?" Mo Shu sat there boredly looking at the surrounding scenery, unable to understand his young master's behavior.

When Xiji heard him ask this question, she was silent for a while, and replied lightly: "Go back before dinner."

"Oh." Hearing what he said, Mo Shu was obviously very unhappy, but he didn't dare to show it, he was afraid that the young master would hate him.

Standing beside the young master, he took a look at the young master who was observing his surroundings, and slowly squatted down on the ground. Bored, he tore off a piece of dog's tail grass and held it in his mouth, humming softly the song he didn't know where he learned it.

After squatting there for a while, it seemed that he felt bored again, and started to harm the bugs around him again.

Xiji didn't want to care about it at first, but when he saw that Mo Shu wanted to continue to pull off the second grasshopper's wings, he finally couldn't help it.He pretended to cough, and when Mo Shu looked over, he said with some discomfort: "Mo Shu, go and get me some water, and then eat the prepared pastries."

Hearing what the young master said, Mo Shu's eyes lit up immediately, he dropped the bug in his hand, and ran towards the horse he was driving.

Xiji looked at Mo Shu who was running away quickly, with an expression on his face that he really couldn't help him. When he was standing there quietly waiting for Mo Shu to come back, he suddenly heard a rustle from around him. The rustling sound is extra star in this quiet place.

Xiji quickly turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from, and saw something crawling in the low bushes, which immediately made him covered in white sweat.