The evil woman travels through the book and saves the sinners in the famine year

Gongxi Leqing said this and left, before leaving, he specifically warned: "Don't even think about running away, otherwise the consequences will be serious."

"Hmph! How could this general be afraid of you country bumpkins?" Xiao Ji curled his lips in disdain.

Run away! Do you really think he is stupid?

If he escapes now, he will only die. If he stays here, he can still have plain porridge to drink.

Hearing the footsteps fading away, he turned slightly to the side and glanced around with the corner of his eye, feeling a surge of surprise in his heart.

He thought he would be trapped in a simple thatched house, but the scene before him surprised him.

This is a room with walls made of smooth wooden boards on all four sides, which seems to emit a faint wood fragrance after being baptized by time.

He felt a simple and warm atmosphere, and the moonlight was pouring in through the gaps in the wooden window.

The mottled light and shadow dance on the wall like a flowing scroll, adding a bit of vitality to this simple space.

He was lying on his side on a simple wooden bed. Not far away was a half-new wooden table, on which there was a rough teapot and a wooden bowl.

Is there still water in the kettle? Are these people too considerate?

Thinking of this, Xiao Ji didn't care about the injuries on his body, turned sideways twice and rolled to the edge of the bed.

He quickly reached out and picked up the teapot. Oh my god! There was actually water.

A small resin lamp was burning quietly on the table, the faint candlelight flickering, illuminating Xiao Ji's slightly frowning face.

In this suffocatingly dry land, the sun is like a ruthless blade, leaving deep cracks on the earth.

There was a feeling of burning dryness everywhere, and all the plants had lost their vitality. Only some trees still remained in the deep mountains, but their leaves had already fallen off.

In such an environment, water becomes the most precious thing, like the nectar of life, every drop of which can awaken hope.

The refugees Xiao Ji had seen fleeing famine had haggard faces under the scorching sun.

Their eyes were empty, their hearts were filled with despair, their throats were dry as sand, and they were longing for sweet water.

Xiao Ji felt a little confused. Nanzhao had been suffering from drought for a long time, and water had become the most precious thing. Yet, these people actually left him a large pot of water.

The faint smell of sawdust filled the room, a stark contrast to the growing doubts in his heart.

He poured a bowl without hesitation and drank it in one gulp. He felt that he could still drink another bowl.

But he had just eaten a large bowl of rice porridge and his stomach was full. Xiao Ji reluctantly put down the kettle.

After years of famine, the people of Mojia Village were able to provide him, their enemy, with enough food and drink, which showed that they definitely had no shortage of water and food.

Xiao Ji really didn't want to escape from here. He knew that everyone here had abilities, and he wanted to get to know them better.

He wanted to know more about what happened back then from them, and he even had the absurd idea of starting a business with Mo Lengzhou.

Xiao Ji shook his head suddenly, came to his senses and looked around. A simple landscape painting on the wall caught his attention.

It was a tranquil lake, the water shimmering silvery in the sunlight, as if calling him to live a peaceful life.

Did these people lock him up in this room on purpose, or was it accidental?

If it was intentional, then what were they hinting at him?

Xiao Ji was thinking so hard that his headache arose, but he still couldn't figure out the reason, so he looked away and looked out the window.

What catches the eye is a field of lush green leaves. The breeze blows, and the leaves rustle, as if whispering something.

Xiao Ji's heartbeat quickened a lot. Looking at the whole Nanzhao, not only the leaves but even the roots of the trees had been dug up and eaten by the refugees fleeing famine.

And there are actually leaves in Mojia Village!

Yes, those traitors said that the well water here is magical and that crops irrigated with the well water will grow rapidly.

It’s not uncommon to have leaves!

Xiao Ji looked out the window and sighed: "Ah! I don't know what's happening to those brats outside!"

It's really depressing. He used to be a great general respected by everyone, but now he has become a poor guy despised by everyone.

Master Gongxi's eldest son fled the capital with the master and is living a good life now!

He was receiving the emperor's great grace, but now he still had to look at his face. The gap was too big!

Xiao Ji closed his eyes unwillingly. He thought he would have insomnia tonight, but he fell asleep in a short while!

The soldiers he was worried about chased the wild wolves for most of the day, and finally killed three of them because they had more people.

It was originally a very happy thing, but their general was missing, which made them unhappy.

The panic-stricken soldiers could only carry the wild wolf back to their temporary position.

Although the deputy general was very worried about the general, he cheered up and shouted, "Hurry up and make a fire. We will roast wolf meat tonight."

"General Li, why hasn't our general returned yet?" Xiao Ji's personal soldier asked in a low voice.

"The general is still chasing the wild wolf. Let's roast the wolf meat first." In order to calm everyone down, the deputy general had to lie.

"Big brother, you have only hunted three wolves. How can the roasted wolf meat be enough for so many people?" Zuo Kexin asked with a pout.

"Then what do you think is enough to eat?" The deputy general asked casually in an aggressive tone because he was in a bad mood.

"Of course, stew it into soup. We stewed wolf meat with radish before and it was delicious." Zuo Kexin licked her lips as she spoke.

"Hmph! Girl, open your eyes and look, here is all the water we have, just a wooden bucket." An old fireman said with difficulty.

His voice was hoarse and his hand, which was pointing at the wooden barrel, was trembling slightly, as if he was heartbroken about the lack of water.

In fact, Huotoujun is not old. He is only 35 years old this year, but due to years of hard work, the wrinkles on his face are as obvious as if they were carved by a knife.

"There's only one bucket of water, how can we cook the meat?" Zuo Kexin muttered. She regretted again that she had escaped from the village with Song Zhuxin.

"So our General Li suggested roasting these three wild wolves and eating them. This way we can save water and fill our stomachs." A centurion suddenly interrupted.

"No, with so many people sharing three wild wolves, there will be nothing left if everyone takes a bite!" Zuo Kexin immediately retorted.

She thought these people were too cruel. "Can't you make soup with it? Do you know how precious it is to be able to hunt three wolves now?"

Hearing Zuo Kexin's question, all the soldiers looked at her in astonishment, wondering where this little girl came from.

"Where did you come from, woman? Who do you think you are? How dare you question our General Li?"

The personal guard beside the deputy general suddenly roared, his eyes widened as if he wanted to swallow Zuo Kexin.

"I... I'm from Mojia Village." Zuo Kexin replied stutteringly.

At this moment, she was really afraid that she would be beaten. Although she had martial arts skills, she could not withstand the large number of people here.

"Nonsense! How can you be so cruel to a girl?" The deputy general reprimanded the guards majestically.