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Another four or five days passed in a flash. Because she was worried that Xi Zhiyi would be suspected if he recovered too quickly, Mrs. He only fed him some water every two days. Even so, Xi Zhiyi noticed the benefits.

For example, every time after drinking water, his body was nourished and he felt that his martial arts skills had become more profound. As for the water, he did not let people around him pay attention to it, as they just thought it was ordinary water in the He family's water tank.

Only he knew that this water was different from the water used for cooking.

If Xia Yining knew, he would definitely say, of course it is different, the water in the water tank is diluted, and the water in the bowl is the real stream of life, the effect must be very different.

Ever since Xia Yining came to the He family, he found that there had not been a drop of rain in that weather. Instead, the sun became even hotter and hotter, shining so brightly that it hurt people. Even the water level in the well in the village dropped by several meters.

Zheng Li was really worried, feeling that this was not a good sign. However, the crops in the fields had already reached the harvest time, and the rain now would make things worse, causing the already ripe crops to rot in the fields.

He came to He's house with his hands behind his back, and said jokingly with a smile: "It's really strange. I didn't go out to the stall today. I stayed at home. This means I will lose a lot of money."

Old Man He in the yard was repairing farm tools. When he saw him coming, he smiled and said, "It's time to harvest the crops. Let's take a few days off. This is a big deal. It's for the whole family to eat."

"Why are you so sad? Is it because of the weather?"

Zheng Lizheng nodded, picked up a small stool and sat next to him, and asked: "I have an idea, I want to ask you to come up with an idea too."

"After harvesting the crops, if it doesn't rain, the land will be dry and cracked, and we won't be able to plant the crops for the second half of the year."

"Should we try to pray for rain? We can't let everyone starve to death at home. Or flee from the famine. Where can we flee to? The capital?"

Hearing the word "Beijing", Old Man He paused for a moment. Speaking of "Beijing"... their family was really planning to go there, but they needed to save up enough money to go look for relatives with Ning'er.

He paused and said, "Even if we flee to the capital, we may not have good luck. If everyone flees to the capital, how many villages will be able to accommodate the people who flee? What if there are ten or a hundred villages?"

Zheng Lizheng stopped talking, thinking that what he said made sense, and continued: "Then there is only one way to go, which is to pray for rain."

"I will go to the town to get the portrait of Lord Chi Yan later. I will burn incense and pray every day from now on. I hope Lord Chi Yan can keep the village safe and secure."

After saying that, he left in a hurry without waiting for Old Man He to speak. When he was in the village, he met He Di and asked him if he was going to the town to have his portrait painted. The two of them went there together and talked about the abnormal weather on the way.

Both of them were sighing, hoping that after the crops were harvested, it would rain.

The next day, He Xinglang returned with his nephew. Whenever the grain was harvested, the school would have a "field holiday, which lasted for fifteen days." During this period, students did not need to study, but just went to the fields with their families to do farm work.

The field leave for each school is different. The teacher will calculate the most suitable leave according to the distance the students have to travel to their homes. For some students who have long journeys, the field leave will be extended to one month to give them more time to travel.

The three of them changed into their old clothes, wrapped their hair with cloth towels, and looked energetic. They went down to the field first with Old Man He and Boss He.

Mother He was concentrating on boiling some mung bean water. She looked at Xia Yining and said, "Ning'er, it's too hot in the field. You should stay at home and lock the door. Wait for your mother to come back at noon and cook for you."

She was worried about leaving the child at home, but now Leng Yue and the others are here, so it's a good opportunity for someone to look after the child, and Ning'er doesn't have to suffer in the fields. She smiled and said, "Please take good care of Ning'er, Master Xi. If there is anything, please send someone to the fields to let them know."

Without waiting for Xia Yining to say anything, Mrs. He picked up the farm tools and hurried out. Her outstretched hand just stopped in mid-air and she sighed helplessly.

"Dad and mom are so tired from working in the fields in such hot weather. They might get heat stroke if they can't sleep under the scorching sun. We should send them something delicious."

At this time, Xi Zhiyi was half leaning on the bed, holding a book casually in his hand. He found that as long as Ning'er was by his side, his eyes would involuntarily look at her, and his heart could not calm down at all.

He couldn't figure out what was going on, so he just ordered, "Leng Yue, have your men go help Uncle He and Aunt He collect the food. There's strength in numbers, and if we finish the collection early, we can have a rest."

As a secret guard, Leng Yue's actions became more and more bizarre after he turned from the dark to the light. He glanced at his master, cupped his hands and said respectfully, "Yes, I will arrange it right away."

Xia Yining: “???”

Seeing his complicated expression, she asked in a baby voice, "Master Xi, isn't it a waste of talent to ask the secret guards to collect food? Isn't that a bad idea?"

Hearing this, Xi Zhiyi's face was filled with smiles, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze and wanted to be close to him. He said gently, "It's okay. People are meant to be used. Help the family collect food and let Aunt He come back early to cook. The secret guards will be very happy."

Sure enough, it was just as he expected.

The secret guard changed into light clothes, and when he found the He family's fields, he drove the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law back, smiling and saying, "This work can be done in one day. Aunt He, why don't you go home and make something delicious? It would be even better if you can make braised pork and squirrel fish."

Looking at them, the He family rarely felt embarrassed. Even Old Man He straightened his back and said, "You guys should not do such rough work. Just tell your Aunt He what you want to eat for lunch. No need to be so polite."

After a long time, the secret guards became familiar with the He family, and they smiled and said, "Uncle He is so polite. You have already eaten so much food at home, so what's wrong with doing some work in the fields? You can enjoy the delicious food after you finish your work."

Hearing this, Mrs. He was no longer polite. She was always thinking about her little girl, wondering if she was hungry at home, or if she missed her mother, and if she fell asleep, whether she was fanned.

Thinking about lunch in his mind, he walked home at a very fast pace. Everyone else in the village knew that Master Fei was seriously injured and it was not easy for him to move from the He family. Now when they saw the guards with martial arts skills coming to help collect food, they looked at them enviously.

Some people also said sour words, like He Dahua who wanted to pull people to her own fields and couldn't help saying: "Look, it's still He Po who has a way. Not only does she have plenty of meat to eat every day, but she also has people to help harvest the grain. She has taken all the good things."

"The villagers are all honest people, but Mrs. He is so cunning, as if she has eight hundred of them. I don't know how she managed to trick people into doing the work."

Saying this is as good as killing someone. You have to know that in ancient times, a woman's reputation was particularly important. Even if He Pozi was a mother in her sixties, her reputation would be ruined if it got out.