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In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed since Cen Shu traveled through time.

Li Chongming hurriedly brought Li Yiqiu and Li Chongxi in and shouted, "It's bad, it's bad. Grandma, something terrible has happened."

Cen Shu frowned as he listened to his second cousin shouting and yelling, with some vague guesses in his mind. After all, the weather was too hot, making people anxious and irritable.

Zhou Qiaoping angrily pushed aside the door curtain and came out, lowering her voice and angrily said, "Keep your voice down! Fubao is sleeping. What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Li Chongming then remembered that he had a baby at home, and he lowered his voice and said, "The water level in the river has dropped a lot, grandma, let's go get some water. Many people have already gone. It will be too late if we don't go now."

After hearing what her grandson said, Zhou Qiaoping frowned and said, "If it doesn't rain, the crops will be dried up." Then she sighed and said, "Go and call your second uncle back. He is very strong." Then she called Li Chongwang to come to the house to help clean up the water tanks and wooden barrels at home.

Zhao Xiuer stayed beside Fubao, gently patting her chubby calves, and said worriedly: "How can we survive without food..."

Cen Shu had always known that her family was in a bad condition. If the crops died this time, the whole family might starve to death. She had seen how good her family had been to her over the past month, and she would never let them go hungry.

Half an hour later, except for Fubao and Zhao Xiuer, the rest of the old and young went to the river to fetch water. Fortunately, her home was not far from the river, and soon several cousins ​​brought back a lot of wooden basins. The river water in them was mixed with some sand, but it was better than nothing.

The water in the river is not for drinking, but for washing clothes, bathing, washing pots and watering the land. If you want to drink water, you have to fetch water from the well under the big locust tree at the west end of the village. The Li family is at the east end of the village, and it takes a long time to fetch two buckets of water. Every day, Fubao's father Li Shuangrong does the work of fetching water. He is very strong and can walk back and forth in less than half an hour.

Seeing that the water in the river was about to dry up, it was only a matter of time before the well water ran out. But I couldn't think about these things. After all, the most important thing was to get the water back. There were more than a dozen people in the family, and there was no water at all. It was simply not okay.

Cen Shu listened to the sound of the wooden basin falling to the ground outside, and closed her eyes to explore the situation in the space. Because she had to use her mental power, but her baby body could only stay in for one or two minutes at a time, and she would fall asleep after staying there for a long time, so she rarely went in.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw lush green vegetables, chickens, ducks and geese. From time to time, a few rabbits were chased by a big rooster, and the white and tender piglets rolled in the mud pit, looking very happy. Cen Shu pulled out a rapeseed with force, and almost instantly, another one grew out of the soil. This had never happened before. The water in the well was cool and sweet, and it made people feel refreshed after drinking it. Cen Shu looked at the changes in the space in amazement. He didn't expect that after crossing over, the function of the space would be more powerful. In the past, he could only grow and raise by himself, but he didn't expect it to be so convenient now.

Before she pushed open the door of the small house, her energy was almost exhausted. Cen Shu quickly put away a few eggs before going to bed, and then fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, it was already noon.

After spending half a day outside getting water, the group came back and started drinking. Several people drank almost half a bucket of water in one gulp. Cen Shu saw that all the water containers in the house were full.

Zhou Qiaoping came over and looked at Fubao. She couldn't help but laugh when she saw her clear and innocent big eyes: "This girl will be pretty when she grows up. Look at your eyes and nose." She scratched her small nose tip. She put her hand under her quilt and frowned and said: "Don't cover the child. Just cover her belly. It's so hot. Don't let her get too hot."

Cen Shu blinked her big eyes and started smiling at her grandmother. She was really too hot. Even though the quilt was only a thin layer, she was still very hot.

After hearing what her mother-in-law said, Zhao Xiuer lifted the quilt. She was shocked to find several eggs next to the child's hands.

The two looked at each other, puzzled and excited. Zhou Qiaoping picked up Fubao and said happily: "Fubao, did you give these eggs to me? Oh my, grandma knew that our Fubao is a treasure."

Zhao Xiuer seemed unable to accept the scene in front of her and said, "Maybe someone came in when I went to the toilet, otherwise where did the child get the eggs?"

Zhou Qiaoping thought about it and said, "Don't tell anyone yet. If it really is Fubao, don't let anyone have any ideas about the child."

As she spoke, she took out an egg and said, "I will cook one for you every day. If you eat it well, you will have milk to feed your child."

Zhao Xiuer said with red eyes: "I don't have enough milk, and the child can't eat enough. Even if he eats, there may not be milk." Fubao was always hungry, and her little face was not as round as before, which made her anxious.

Zhou Qiaoping: "It's okay. When the child grows up a little, feed him rice porridge. If that doesn't work, kill the chicken and give you some more nutrition."

There was only one chicken in the family, and they kept it for laying eggs. If they killed it, they would not be able to eat eggs in the future. But it was clear that the family did not want to wrong Fubao and Zhao Xiuer. After all, she gave birth to a child for the Li family, so they could not treat her harshly during the confinement period.

There were a few eggs, but the family still had wild vegetable porridge, and there was not even a black-faced steamed bun. Cen Shu was anxious and turned around in the space.

The drought was getting worse. Mr. Li stood at the door frame, his straight back slowly bent, and he said, "God, please let it rain. Otherwise, how can we survive?"

There was still no rain for seven days in a row. People were scrambling to get water from the river. Even people from other villages came to scoop up water. Some even fought with the villagers. The water level in the wells also dropped significantly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The drought had really arrived.

Cen Shu was still young and couldn't go out, so he could only watch his family sigh every day. But grandma seemed to have told Grandpa Li about the egg that day, and the old man came over and lay on the kang and asked: "Fubao, is our Fubao a little fairy? If so, can you turn into another egg? Let grandpa see."

Zhao Xiuer wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. She thought the scene was too ridiculous. There was no real little god like that.

Just as she thought of this, she was shocked the next second. A fat hen came out from the quilt, flapped its wings and flew off the kang, clucking on the ground looking for something to eat. Mr. Li was stunned for a moment, and said happily: "Is Fubao really a little fairy? Hahahaha, our Fubao is a blessed one."

After being happy for a while, Cen Shu blinked his big eyes and looked at them with a smile, as if asking for praise.

Mr. Li clapped his hands in cooperation and said, "That's amazing, Fubao is really amazing."

The old man and the child were smiling at each other foolishly in the room, leaving Zhao Xiuer alone in shock. Her daughter turned out to be a little fairy, and she actually gave birth to a little fairy.

However, when Mr. Li went out, he reminded them not to let others know, especially these kids, for he was afraid that if the children were too young to tell outsiders, who knows how many people would target the children.

While we were happy, the drought was getting worse and worse. The family members had stopped working in the fields. Even the weeds had died, not to mention the crops. Now, we could only go into the mountains to dig vegetables and hunt.