Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Mother Yang swallowed the food in her mouth and suddenly asked, "Have you prepared food for the unconscious little bear?" Mother Yang's face was full of concern and worry in her eyes.

Taohua quickly responded, "Grandma, don't worry, I made some porridge and the little bear can eat it when he wakes up." Taohua smiled and kept moving her hands, serving soup to everyone.

Mother Yang nodded and said, "That's good. The child is in a coma and we don't know when he will wake up. We have to prepare first." Mother Yang looked towards the room where the unconscious little bear was and sighed softly.

After dinner, everyone went out of the house and saw the distressing drought. The once fertile land was now cracked with deep cracks, as if the earth was groaning in pain.

The setting sun cast its last rays on the scorched fields, devoid of any life. The crops that should have been thriving now drooped their withered leaves, barely breathing.

The river in the distance had nearly dried up, leaving only a shallow, stagnant pool of muddy water. The rocks at the riverbed were exposed, emitting scorching heat under the scorching sun.

The wind howled, raising a cloud of dust that made it impossible to open your eyes. There was no trace of moisture in the wind, only dryness and intense heat.

The villagers stood by the fields, looking at the barren land, their faces filled with despair and helplessness, and their eyes had lost the hope of the past.

Xiuying took advantage of everyone's inattention and quietly bought a large bag of Isatis root from the system. She looked nervous and cautiously observed her surroundings.

Back in the kitchen, Xiuying quickly opened the powder and mixed it into the water. Her movements were skillful and quick, with beads of sweat oozing from her forehead.

After mixing it, Xiuying poured the potion into a bowl, let it cool down a bit, and then brought it to the main room. With a gentle smile on her face, she said, "Come, everyone, drink some of this potion to quench your thirst."

The children took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Xiuying would mix this sweet medicine for them from time to time. They liked it. It was not medicine at all, but clearly sugar water.

Xiuying watched everyone drink it, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. The medicine column in the system had been opened a long time ago, and there were now more than five million in deposits in the mall, which should be enough to cope with the drought.

After drinking the potion, Yang's mother went to the guest room to see Zhou Xiaoxiong. Yang Qingfeng took the children to the yard to enjoy the cool air. The originally peaceful night suddenly blew a strong wind.

The strong wind swept in with a roar, rustling the leaves and swaying the branches wildly in the wind.

The wind instantly filled the entire yard, making people's clothes rustle. The children screamed in excitement, while the adults quickly held down the corners of their clothes that were blown up by the wind.

Everyone looked up at the sky with great anticipation, hoping that the wind would bring a downpour. However, the wind blew relentlessly, but not a single drop of rain fell.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder rumbled faintly, but the longed-for rain never appeared. The wind grew stronger and stronger, making people more and more anxious.

Father Yang shook his head helplessly and sighed, "This wind is just causing trouble, but it won't rain. What will happen to the crops in the fields?"

Seeing this strange scene, the old people in the village also came out of their houses. They squinted their eyes and looked up at the rolling dark clouds and the howling wind, their faces full of worry.

“The weather this year is so weird!”

A white-haired old man said tremblingly, his dry hands holding the door frame, his brows furrowed.

Another hunchbacked old man echoed, "Yes, I've never seen anything like this before. There's only wind, but no rain." He shook his head, his deep wrinkles revealing his worry about the crops.

"God is torturing us!" An old lady with a cane sighed, her eyes full of helplessness and confusion.

The old people gathered together, talking to each other. Their voices seemed weak and old in the strong wind, and they were full of confusion and anxiety about this abnormal weather.

Xiuying looked at the children who were excited and shivering in the wind, and shouted loudly: "Children, go back to the house and rest early!" As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to greet the children.

Xiuying's hair was messed up by the wind, and her voice was torn and broken by the wind: "It's cold in the mountains at night, don't catch a cold outside!"

The children heard Xiuying's cry and reluctantly walked back into the house. The youngest child kept looking back, lingering on the unusual scene outside.

Xiuying walked forward, pulled the slow-moving child, and urged, "Hurry up, be obedient!" Her eyes were full of concern and anxiety.

The next day, the sky remained gloomy, and still no rain fell. Yang's mother and Taohua were busy cooking in the kitchen early in the morning. She skillfully chopped the vegetables, and steam rose from the pot.

Xiuying was arranging some children in the yard. Her expression was serious, and her voice was clear and powerful. "Third child, take Fourth child and clean up the clutter in the yard. Sixth child, go see if the chickens in the coop have laid eggs."

The third brother nodded, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Mom, I will complete the task!" The fourth brother followed behind the eldest brother, holding a broom in his hand.

Lao Liu responded and ran towards the chicken coop. She loved picking up eggs the most. Xiuying watched the children act obediently and a gratified smile appeared on her face.

In just one night, the village well dried up. The news spread like wildfire throughout the village, and people's faces were filled with anxiety and panic.

Now the only spring in the village that still has water is the one at the back of the mountain. When Xiuying learned about this, she immediately sent several boys from her family to fetch water.

Xiuying warned seriously, "Qingfeng, Afan, Awang, be careful when you go there, and bring back plenty of water."

Awang and Afan responded in unison, "I understand, Aunt Xiuying!" They shouldered their shoulder poles, picked up their buckets, and headed toward the back mountain with determined steps.

Yang Qingfeng walked in front, his steps steady and calm: "Brothers, let's work harder. We can't let our family run out of water."

Awang and Afan followed closely behind, their eyes full of a sense of mission. They were the important labor force in the family and would definitely not let the family run out of water.

Meanwhile, Zhao Cunliang's family was in a particularly bad mood. Zhou Dazhu had come to borrow grain again.

Zhao Cunliang stood at the door with a dark face, his hands folded across his chest. "Dazhu, it's not that I don't want to lend you the money, but I don't have much food left at home."

Zhou Dazhu had a distressed look on his face, rubbing his hands and pleading, "Brother Cunliang, please be kind. My family is really struggling to make ends meet."

Zhao Cunliang's wife heard the noise in the house and came out shouting, "Dazhu, we're having a hard time too. It's so dry, who knows how we're going to get by in the future?

It’s not that I don’t want to lend it to you, but I’m running out of food.”