Traveling through time and space to achieve a well-off life with your family

Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. However, Banmu's memory has not yet fully recovered, and Cheng Mo has to deal with the flood two years later while accompanying Banmu to find memories of the past.

As time went by, the relationship between the two became deeper and deeper. Daily pick-up and drop-off had become the norm, and occasionally they would take leave to go out on dates.

The orcs in Qiming City often asked Cheng Mo in a joking tone: "Lord City Lord, you and Banmu have such a good relationship, when can the ceremony be held?"

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. After hearing these words, Banmu's heart began to ripple and he began to look forward to the ceremony. However, whenever he mustered up the courage to mention the ceremony to Cheng Mo, Cheng Mo would smile with joy at first, but would quickly change the subject and avoid talking about it.

The more this happened, the more doubts Banmu felt. He began to wonder if Cheng Mo was unwilling to hold the ceremony with him because he had not done well enough, or because his memory had not been restored. This self-doubt hung over Banmu's heart like a dark cloud, making him confused and uneasy.

However, Cheng Mo's uneasiness did not dissipate. He often worried that he and Banmu would not be able to stay together forever. If he could not become a god in the end, he would have to grow old and watch Banmu still look young and handsome. When he died of old age, Banmu would be left alone in the world to endure endless pain. But he was unwilling to see Banmu accompany others, so he could only cherish the present happiness while feeling anxious about the unknown future.

The two were struggling wildly between anxiety and happiness. Cheng Mo knew that something was wrong with him, but he really couldn't spare more attention to adjust himself. He could only force himself to be distracted by busier work.

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When the snow melts and the new year begins, the orcs end their long winter hibernation and can finally go out and enjoy themselves.

Today, Cheng Mo did not stay in the office, but brought Duoduo with him to check the growth of crops.

In the past, Xiong Bai always accompanied Cheng Mo on inspections, but this year, Xiong Bai's health has deteriorated, even to the point where he can't take care of himself.

In the past, Xiongbai could go shopping by himself, but now he can only walk in his own yard. Fortunately, Qiming City has a complete elderly care system, and Xiongbai has now moved into a nursing home. The strange thing is that Banmu likes to go to the nursing home very much and often goes there to chat with Xiongbai.

"There is so little rain this year!" Cheng Mo squatted on the ground, carefully observing the leaves of the vegetables, and said worriedly. Duoduo squatted on the other side, carefully recording the growth of the crops, and responded: "That's right, since the snow melted, it has been almost a month without rain, right? Fortunately, there is still some snow water, otherwise these vegetables would probably have difficulty growing."

Cheng Mo stood up, dusted off his hands, and looked around. He found that the growth of crops this year was obviously not as good as last year, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried. Fortunately, they only planted some relatively drought-resistant crops such as potatoes, corn and carrots this year, which did not require strict watering. Otherwise, if they planted some vegetables such as spinach and Chinese cabbage that require a lot of water, they might not be able to continue growing as soon as they sprouted.

Thinking of this, Cheng Mo decided to go to the waterwheel to check the situation. He told Duoduo: "I'll go check the situation at the waterwheel, you ask the manager here about the growth of other crops." Before he finished speaking, he walked towards the river.

It was still chilly in spring, and the ground was still very hard. Cheng Mo stepped heavily on the stone beach, frowning, staring at the water level next to the waterwheel, thinking to himself: "It's really strange. According to common sense, at this time last year, the waterwheel would have been driven by the water flow and turned rapidly. But now, not only can the waterwheel not move, but even the river has disappeared."

With full of doubts, Cheng Mo carefully went down to the riverbed. When his feet touched the slightly moist soil, a strange feeling came over him. He realized that the water here must have been dry for quite a long time. There were many dead fish bodies lying on the riverbed, some of which even emitted a disgusting stench.

Cheng Mo approached the waterwheel step by step and found that the wooden planks of the waterwheel had long lost moisture and become dry. He walked around the waterwheel, moved some rocks from the bottom, and turned his gaze to the river on the mountain. Then, he quietly climbed up the bank and walked upstream along the river bank.

The snow on the mountain had not completely melted yet. Occasionally, a pile of snow could be seen slowly melting, and clear snow water flowed out like a stream, but in the blink of an eye it seeped into the soil and disappeared without a trace. The surrounding trees were all withered and yellow, as if they had lost their vitality and fell to the ground. Cheng Mo walked slowly along the river, his heart full of doubts and worries.

When he finally reached the top of the mountain and his eyes fell on the clear spring, he could not help but frown. The mountain was not very high, and the rivers on the mountain were often formed by rainfall, snowmelt, groundwater or other water sources. Although the water flow was small, the source should be clear and pure. However, what appeared in front of him at this moment was just a small spring, and the water quality was no longer as pure as before. There were some fallen leaves and soil mixed in it, and as the water flowed out, it gradually became turbid.

What is even more surprising is that the water only flows halfway up the mountain before seeping into the riverbed and unable to flow further down. Cheng Mo stared at all this and fell into deep thought. After a moment, he picked up a branch from the ground and carefully poked it towards the spring. When he poked away the filth at the spring, a clearer and stronger stream of water suddenly gushed out. The originally weak trickles suddenly increased in number and rushed down the mountain with great momentum.

Cheng Mo walked towards the foot of the mountain following the direction of the water flow, but strangely, the water disappeared when it reached halfway up the mountain.

"It seems that the problem is not caused by blocking the spring." Cheng Mo thought to himself, "It should be because the rainfall this year is too little. What should I do?"