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

Gongxi Leqing carried two large buckets of water, lifted up his long gown, gathered his internal strength, and instantly seemed to be given wings, flying towards the village entrance on the wind.

The wind whistled past his ears, as if cheering him on, and the trees around him blurred into a green wave.

The young people followed closely behind, vying for the first place based on their own abilities, and the difference in their martial arts skills was clearly revealed in an instant.

It was the first time for most of the teenagers to leave the village. In their minds, being outside the village was an unparalleled freedom.

They passed by a large green field, where the lush crops swayed in the breeze, as if whispering the hope of a good harvest.

The houses in the village are carefully built with wood. They are simple and full of vitality, exuding a poetic tranquility.

However, after they left the village, they saw desolate scenes everywhere, silent and desolate, as if abandoned by time.

It is difficult to find even a grass root on the cracked land, as if the entire earth is ruthlessly rejecting the nourishment of life.

The withered yellow soil emits a dazzling luster under the scorching sun, like a wrinkled face, telling of endless thirst and loneliness.

The further you get to the foot of the mountain, the more desolate and bleak the scenery becomes. Not even the bark of the once vigorous and tall trees remains.

A strong wind whistled through the mountains, blowing up the fine sand on the ground, as if an invisible hand was sweeping across the dead land, making a low whimpering sound, as if mourning for the withered scene.

Occasionally, a few lone geese circled in the sky, making monotonous calls that echoed in the empty valley, sounding particularly desolate.

Their shadows are projected on the barren land, like a helplessness and silent protest against this desperate situation.

The desolation outside the village formed a sharp contrast with the dreams that once burned in their hearts.

Their imagination of the outside world is like the deep starry sky, brilliant and mysterious.

All the splendid buildings, luxurious clothes, and desirable life they had dreamed of were nowhere to be found.

At first glance, all they saw were ragged refugees slowly walking into their sight.

The refugees looked haggard, and the dust and fatigue on their faces were particularly glaring in the setting sun.

Their clothes were almost tattered, and their exposed skin looked like weathered leaves swaying in the autumn wind under the sun.

"Look, are those ragged people refugees?" a young man asked with fear in his eyes.

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists. It turned out that the world outside was so miserable!

"Of course it is, otherwise why would the Gongxi elders ask us to deliver water?"

“They are so pitiful!”

"I always thought the world outside was wonderful, that they would wear the best clothes and eat the most delicious food, but who knew..."

"There is no harm without comparison. Compared to this, our Mojia Village is simply a paradise on earth."

"Look, the eyes of those refugees reveal endless sadness and despair, which breaks my heart." Mo Yunfei said sullenly, stroking his chest.

"Yeah, it's such a sin!"

The boys' eyes were filled with fear, as if they were unable to understand the cruelty of this world.

At this moment, the hearts of the young villagers were suddenly torn by a strong emotion.

The splendor in the dream burst like a bubble, replaced by a deep reflection on one's own life.

"We really don't know how to appreciate what we have!" A man suddenly whispered, with a hint of shock and self-blame in his tone.

His eyes moved among the refugees, as if he felt their pain.

The hardships of that kind of life were like an invisible rope, tightly wrapped around their hearts.

"You are right, Mojia Village is our home, a paradise on earth." Another young man also lowered his head, his voice low and firm.

"There is water, really water?" The refugees who were originally sitting on the ground suddenly stood up and shouted when they saw dozens of buckets of water.

When they saw the water, it was like seeing a long-lost relative, with longing and expectation flashing in their eyes.

They ran desperately towards Gongxi Leqing and the others, but Lu Zhitao pulled Mo Lengzhou out to stop them.

Mo Lengzhou coldly warned the agitated refugees, "Stand still and don't move."

"No, I need to drink water. If I don't drink water, I will die."

"Yes, I need some water."

"Everyone, stand still. If you take another step, you won't be able to drink water." As soon as Lu Zhitao finished speaking, the refugees really stopped.

Her eyes were fixed on the people in front of her, "Line up properly, there's room for one person to walk in the middle.

Do as I say. You stand here and the person behind you follows closely. You stand in that position and follow closely behind.

Don't assume that standing in the front will guarantee you'll get the water first. We might start at the back. Do you understand?"

"I understand." The refugees responded weakly, and soon the team was lined up according to Lu Zhitao's request.

Seeing that the refugees had finally quieted down and no one dared to force their way forward, Lu Zhitao began to give orders.

"Yunfei, you and Zuo Yuwen will form a team of two. He will carry the water and you will scoop it for them to drink. Each of them will drink half a bowl first. Then you will pair up in order, in groups of two."

"Sister-in-law, I understand. Brother Yu Wen, please carry a bucket of water and follow me, so that they don't spill it." Mo Yunfei said with a grin.

"Madam, please rest assured. We understand. Brother Yuyi, I will be in your group. I will carry the water and you will distribute it."

Mo Yunfei watched the refugee with a haggard face drink up half a bowl of water in one gulp, still looking at him eagerly.

His heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and he felt deeply sympathetic towards the refugees yet also powerless.

"Don't look at it anymore. Let the people behind you taste some first. We'll deliver water out tomorrow."

"Well, thank you, young master."

"........."

Mo Yunfei's face flushed red, and he complained in his heart: What young master, I am a real peasant!

Zuo Yuyi felt more deeply than Mo Yunfei. A few years ago, he and Gongxi Leqing had left the village once.

Now things have changed. He looked at the refugees in front of him, whose skin was as dark as dry bark and whose foreheads were covered with anxious wrinkles.

They took the wooden ladle from his hand with slightly trembling hands, and held it tightly in their hands and licked it after they finished drinking.

"Hurry, give it to me quickly. We will send some more out for you to drink tomorrow."

"Thank you, sir." The young refugee's nervous voice broke through the silence, and he returned the wooden ladle to Zuo Yuyi tremblingly.

Watching them sipping greedily, Zuo Yuyi felt a surge of sadness in his heart, and at that moment, he figured it out.

Although there is too much pain and despair in this world, hope will also shine in the darkest corners.

Mojia Village is no longer a simple home in his eyes, but a harbor deep in their hearts. He must grow a lot of food.

Their simple act of delivering water not only saved the lives of the refugees, but also cleansed their souls at this moment.