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

"City Lord!" Several people who were chatting in the office turned their heads to look at the door in confusion, only to see Duoduo standing there panting, and he rushed in without even having time to knock on the door.

"Huh?" Cheng Mo's heart tightened when he saw Duoduo so anxious. He quickly stood up and walked over to ask, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Duoduo looked at Cheng Mo sadly, her lips trembling, tears welling up in her eyes, and she said in a choked voice: "The high priest... the high priest is gone..."

"What?!" Upon hearing the news, several people in the office screamed in shock.

Cheng Mo couldn't believe what he heard, and his mind went blank in an instant. Without any hesitation, he rushed directly into the rain, followed closely by the group of equally shocked orcs.

Cheng Mo rushed to the entrance of the nursing home in a daze, as if he had lost his soul. When he arrived there, he found that many sad orcs had gathered at the entrance. They stared at Cheng Mo silently and automatically made way for him.

Cheng Mo didn't know how he walked into the room. He just felt his legs go weak and he felt like he would fall at any time. When he finally came to the bed and saw the gray face and closed eyes on the bed, he was stunned.

"High Priest?" Cheng Mo called softly, his voice filled with uncontrollable grief. However, Xiong Bo could no longer open his eyes to respond to him. Cheng Mo slowly reached out and tried to hold Xiong Bo's hand, but what he touched was cold and stiff. The once warm and powerful hand had now become lifeless.

Tears blurred Cheng Mo's vision. He held Xiong Bo's hand tightly, feeling the warmth gradually disappearing. Memories flooded into his heart like a tide, and every bit of his time with the high priest kept flashing in his mind. But now, all of this has become a past that can never be reproduced.

The whole room was filled with a heavy atmosphere. No one spoke, only Cheng Mo's low sobs echoed in the air.

Cheng Mo didn't know how Xiong Bo's funeral was handled. He had been in a state of confusion in recent days. All affairs were handled by Yan Hai, while he sat in the small courtyard of the nursing home all day, often sitting there for a whole day. Maybe someone came to comfort him, but he could no longer recall the details clearly. The only thing he could remember was the heavy rain, which was so large that the whole world was shrouded in a gray haze, making it difficult for people to even breathe smoothly.

The entire city of Enlightenment was overwhelmed by deep sorrow. However, no matter how sad it was, life must go on!

Just two days later, the city was busy again, people started tilling the land, grazing and raising livestock, and every job was important. Slowly, everyone returned to the pursuit of a better life.

*

After the heavy rain, the tribes that had moved away returned one after another, and the vitality that had been lost was slowly recovering.

In this year, Cheng Mo personally strengthened the city wall to deal with future floods, and led the orcs to carefully build a complete drainage system. In addition, he also specifically instructed the brick kiln factory to transport the broken bricks that failed to be fired to use for paving the road.

In just one year, the city of Qiming has undergone tremendous changes: the originally chaotic and uneven houses are now arranged in a more orderly manner, and every road is paved with bricks, which is much smoother and wider than before. Not only that, high thresholds are built at the door of each household, which are both waterproof and beautiful. At the same time, the granaries in the city are slowly filled up without anyone noticing, and are filled with rice, corn and other easy-to-store foods. In addition, every orc living in the city of Qiming has mastered a series of knowledge related to disaster avoidance.

Cheng Mo even worked tirelessly to lead the orcs to build many shelters and rescue stations in other places, where they stored a large amount of food and medical supplies. However, most people did not understand Cheng Mo's precautionary approach, and even thought he was too cautious. But only Cheng Mo knew that he had little time left, so he had to speed up his actions.

In addition, Cheng Mo also dragged Ban Mu out to find those small tribes scattered in various corners, and patiently taught them all kinds of knowledge on avoiding disasters and risks. Although the orcs in these tribes believed that this knowledge was far less effective than their own instinctive reactions, Cheng Mo still persisted in imparting this knowledge to them.

*

On an ordinary day, Banmu suddenly received an urgent notice from the world consciousness, asking him to return to Tianwaitian immediately to resist the invasion of foreign enemies. Faced with such an urgent situation, Banmu did not hesitate at all, quickly said goodbye to Cheng Mo and left resolutely.

Cheng Mo looked at Ban Mu's receding back with worry, sighed softly and turned back to his room. When he lay on the bed, an inexplicable feeling of discomfort came over him, and he subconsciously rubbed the pillow beside him, trying to find the familiar scent left by Ban Mu.

"I really don't know how long it will take him to come back this time..." Cheng Mo murmured in a low voice, revealing endless worry in his voice.

The night was deep and time passed quietly. In the second half of the night, the originally quiet night sky suddenly thundered, and the deafening roar broke the silence of the night.

Cheng Mo was awakened by the sudden thunder. He hurriedly put on his coat and went to the window. Looking at the flashing thunder dragons in the dark sky outside the window, he couldn't help feeling uneasy. He was secretly glad that he had collected the millet that had been dried in time some time ago, otherwise it would be difficult to handle in such bad weather. Then he was worried about whether the seedlings in the field could withstand the thunderstorm tonight...

Cheng Mo's mind was full of thoughts. He gently shook his head. Listening to the thunder outside, Cheng Mo couldn't sleep. The uneasiness in his heart gradually became stronger, and he was almost breathless. He had no choice but to put on his clothes, stand by the window and look at the dark clouds outside. Finally, he picked up the umbrella in the corner and went to the field...