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Seeing the last person fall down, Fubao stood up slowly, looked back at Li Shuangrong who was standing on a high place, and mobilized the well water in the space to put out the fire there.

Li Shuangrong looked down at the fire gradually getting smaller, and slowly climbed down. Looking at the orchard around him that had been burned beyond recognition, he sighed, "I don't know what these people will do in the future..."

He tacitly did not mention the mess on the ground, but his voice trembled unconsciously while he spoke. His steps were also a little shaky, and he almost didn't want to touch the ground.

Fu Bao noticed his nervousness and said, "Father, there is nothing we can do about this. The riot in Yuzhou is a lesson for us. Last time, I was too soft-hearted and almost killed someone."

Li Shuangrong nodded: "I know, you did the right thing."

Fubao: "Then what are you worried about?"

Li Shuangrong stared at the broken flesh and blood on the ground in a daze, pretending to be calm: "You did the right thing, but this method is really a bit... Ugh——"

He really couldn't help it. The stimulation in front of him was too great. The smell of blood and sulfur in the air mixed together and filled his entire nasal cavity. Coupled with the minced meat on the ground, his stomach churned and all the food rushed out at once.

Fubao quickly took out some water and said, "Dad! Are you okay? Rinse your mouth quickly."

Li Shuangrong took the cup, but before he could say anything, he glanced at the miserable scene on the ground and said, "Hah—"

Fubao quickly used water to wash away the blood on the ground. The surroundings were getting hotter and hotter, and there were too many fire points, so the fire could not be controlled for a while.

Fubao grabbed Li Shuangrong's sleeve and ran to the side against the wind: "Dad, you take a rest first. I'll try to put out the fire."

Li Shuangrong nodded, and then instructed: "Don't force it if you can't do it."

Fu Bao nodded and ran to the place where the fire started. The well water in the space poured out. But it was only half controlled.

On the other side, I saw a raging fire rising into the sky, almost burning the sky red.

Suddenly, a group of men carrying shovels and axes emerged from the woods, followed by women and children holding basins and buckets, rushing over.

Fu Bao quickly collected the water, and the old man with a white beard who was at the front asked unkindly, "Who set the fire in the mountain?"

The people behind were all glaring at him, making the person being stared at feel creepy.

Fubao stepped forward and said, "It's the Linzhou rebels..."

When they heard about the rebels, the villagers looked even more fierce: "Where are you?! Get out here!"

Fu Bao: "This is a long story. The rebels have been dealt with, but the fire cannot be controlled..."

The person leading the group should be the village chief. Even if we don't believe her anymore, the most important thing now is to put out the fire.

He waved his hand and said, "Folks, hurry up! Give me a hand!"

One call and a hundred responses.

People living in the mountains know how to deal with wildfires. The men quickly dispersed and worked hard to clear the trees and dead grass around the fire, and a firebreak was thus created.

Only then did Fubao realize that the water in the hands of the old and young women was not for putting out the fire, but for drinking and cooling down the people rushing to the front.

The skin burned by the flames was abnormally deep red. Pour basins of water over their heads could only temporarily relieve the pain, but they did not dare to relax.

Li Shuangrong also joined them in cutting down trees in the firebreak, while Fubao hid behind and refilled every empty basin and barrel with water.

The village chief was old. He stepped back from the front, his neck red and he panted: "It's still too slow. The villagers' trees..."

His hands were shaking from exhaustion, and the tears in his eyes flickered slightly under the reflection of the fire.

Fubao couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. She had used enough explosives and the place was some distance away from the woods. If these people hadn't set the fire, the orchard would never have been burned.

But things had already happened. Seeing these people rushing forward one after another and desperately trying to put out the fire, Fubao quietly left the scene and climbed into the woods nearby where the fire had already gone out.

His figure was obscured by the trees. Fubao mobilized the rain in the space where no one else could see, and tried to spray it towards the places where the fire was the biggest and where the crowds were dense.

The shouts of the people below were filled with unspeakable surprise: "It's raining! It's raining! God is seeing the light!"

The cool water droplets sprinkled on their bodies, lowering the temperature a lot, and the villagers became more motivated.

A steady stream of water was drawn out from the space, and Fubao's body was a little unstable, but he still held on. He had a belief in his heart: he must support them to put out this fire...

Among the crowd, only the village chief with gray beard was hunched over, looking in the direction where Fubao left.

He murmured, "It's not raining... It's a miracle." The rumor about the goddess had long been spread throughout Tianqi through the mouths of caravans and small vendors. Most people just watched it for fun, but today, he actually witnessed it.

For a moment, I was so moved that tears streamed down my face.

Half an hour later, the fire was gradually brought under control, and Fubao's mental strength had almost reached its limit. Dawn had passed and the sky was bright.

Seeing the last trace of fire being extinguished by the basin of water in the child's hand, everyone cheered: "The fire is out! It's out! Our fruit trees are saved..."

Nearly half of the trees in the orchard were damaged. Everyone tried their best and finally saved half of the trees.

Many people were dejected: "All the trees in my house are gone. How can I live in the future?"

Fubao really couldn't bear it. After coming back from the woods, her mental strength had been overdrawn. Now she could stand here purely relying on her last bit of willpower.

The village chief had already guessed her identity, and quickly brought her some water and asked about her well-being: "Miss, take a rest and have a drink of water!"

Fubao's face was pale. After thanking him, he took the water in his hand and drank it all.

The village chief said hoarsely, swallowing his saliva: "You are a god..."

Fubao quickly put his index finger to his mouth and said "hush" to him.

The village chief was a smart man, so he stopped talking and asked, "Are you still thirsty? Would you like another bowl?"

Fubao shook his head and turned around to see Li Shuangrong surrounded by a crowd.

The villagers were very honest and simple. Since Li Shuangrong had helped them, they considered him a friend and kept calling him, “Let’s go to his house for a drink.”

Fu Bao looked at the burnt fruit trees, and her heart softened. She said to the village chief who was looking at her eagerly, "You have guessed who I am. Today's incident was caused by me, and you have suffered an undeserved disaster. If you have any requests, I will try my best to meet them."

When the village chief heard this, his eyes lit up: "The rumor turned out to be true."

Fu Bao smiled bitterly: "There is no god in the world. I am just a little different from ordinary people."

The village chief nodded: "Then... can you make all the trees here come alive?"

Fubao shook his head: "I can't do it."

The village chief's eyes suddenly dimmed: "I am forcing you. The Linzhou rebels are irreconcilable with us. I can't blame you. You can go..."

Fubao felt very upset. So many of them depended on the fruit trees for their livelihood. Now something like this had happened. It was really life-threatening.