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

Mo Yunfei already knew that his elder brother was going to do big things, so there was no need for him to hide his incompetence anymore.

"Brother Gongxi, let's go in and rest first. I'll look around tomorrow and see if we can set up some traps on the city wall."

"Okay, then you should go to bed early. I will call you tomorrow morning." Gongxi Leqing said with relief.

This kid finally figured it out and stopped hiding his abilities. While he was happy, an indescribable worry rose in his heart.

He knew that once the Mohist mechanical techniques were revealed, they would hide countless unknown dangers.

"Brother Gongxi, no matter what happens to you and my brother in the future, let me face it with you." Mo Yunfei said softly.

There was a hint of firm determination in his tone, as if he was willing to walk this thorny road hand in hand with them.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two of them, warm and soft, as if laying a layer of golden light for their future.

Li Ang once served as the Shaoqing of Dali Temple. He was not only talented but also skilled in martial arts. He was capable enough to take over the post of the governor of Liangzhou.

However, Liangzhou City was ravaged by drought, and the dry streets were mixed with a faint dust, as if whispering the sorrow of the people.

Although Li Ang tried hard to help the refugees rebuild their homes, he was unable to give them a sense of security.

All the refugees flocked to the foot of the mountain in Mojia Village. There were good houses in many counties in Liangzhou, but they would rather give them up.

Li Ang, who was originally full of fighting spirit, almost wanted to give up!

As Mo Lengzhou continued to send people to deliver food, Li Ang's heart was like a trickle of stream, gradually gathering into a surging river.

He watched carts of grain driving in from outside the city, and the plump golden potatoes sparkled brightly in the sun.

He injected long-lost vitality into the city. Every potato was the cornerstone of his governance of Liangzhou and the support of his beliefs.

At this moment, the sunlight shining through the window lattice with his sharp eyes reflected the determination and calmness on his face.

During these ten days, Li Ang's figure was like a gust of wind, wandering around every corner of Liangzhou City.

He walked along the wide street, the bluestone slabs under his feet gleaming warmly in the sunlight.

The accompanying guards and the people in the city witnessed his decisions and actions together.

Lu Zhitao has been building bases continuously in the apocalypse, and she has rich experience, but she knows that if it doesn't rain, anything she does now will be in vain.

Although she has special abilities, she cannot ripen crops at will. After all, it is difficult to explain without an excuse.

So she and Mo Lengzhou never left Mojia Village, and every day they called on the young people in the village to fetch water down the mountain to irrigate the crops.

She took the opportunity to use her supernatural powers to ripen the crops so that no one would suspect that her help in the quick ripening of the crops was related to her.

Although the population of Liangzhou as a whole has decreased a lot, the remaining refugees still need a lot of food every day.

If the young people in Mojia Village were to carry water alone, it might not even be enough to provide drinking water for the refugees.

Xiao Ji brought five thousand soldiers with him, divided two thousand of them into helping to fetch water and three thousand into helping to transport food to various places in Liangzhou.

On a sunny afternoon, the blue sky was swallowed up by long-accumulated dark clouds.

Heavy clouds hung in the sky like lead, and the long-awaited rain finally arrived.

This rain is a blessing after a long drought. The three-year drought has caused the earth to crack and plants to wither.

The entire Nanzhao was trying its best to endure the merciless sun. When the first drop of rain fell like pearls on the thirsty land, the air was immediately filled with an intoxicating fresh scent.

At that moment, it seemed as if all life was reviving, as if nature was caressing every inch of dry land with its most gentle hands.

The raindrops began to fall more and more densely, like little elves, happily jumping on the roof, leaves and ground, making crisp notes.

That kind of voice seems to be able to penetrate all troubles and wash away all sorrows.

The refugees came out of their homes one after another, as if awakened by the sudden music, their faces filled with irrepressible joy.

Their faces were wet with rain, but no one cared. Instead, their unrestrained happiness seemed even more vivid.

On the streets of the town, rainwater gathered into streams, winding and flowing, carrying a hint of the fragrance of soil.

The few children were playing in the rain, their laughter echoing in the air along with the sound of raindrops, like a melody from nature.

In the rain, Mo Lengzhou and Lu Zhitao stood in front of the window, quietly gazing at the scene outside.

Mo Lengzhou's heart was filled with complex emotions. The three years of drought had gradually submerged his dreams in endless expectations and disappointments.

However, at this moment, the rain was like a key, opening the long-buried hope in his heart.

The long-lost feeling seemed to make him forget all the hardships of the past.

His heart felt lighter as the rain fell, as if he was reborn. Especially when he saw the people around him, he felt unprecedented satisfaction.

"Wife, should we set off?"

"Yes, we are settling refugees along the way. Only when it rains will they feel safe and be willing to follow our arrangements."

As the rain gradually intensified, the trees on both sides of the street were washed more and more brightly.

The raindrops on the branches are crystal clear, like countless stars falling on the earth.

Just when Li Ang was getting extremely worried, it started to rain. He put down the documents in his hand and couldn't help but walk out of the room.

He let the rain soak his clothes, and the long-lost happiness in his heart revived at this moment.

He looked up at the sky, feeling the gentleness of the rain falling on his face, and feeling the gift that life had given him again.

Li Ang knew that this rain was not only a baptism from nature, but also a long-awaited feast in the depths of his soul.

Every drop of rain tells a story of hope, and every sound of rain echoes his courage to start again.

Time passed like water, and ten days of hard work finally blossomed into beautiful flowers.

Under Li Ang's governance, the appearance of Liangzhou City has been completely renewed and the streets are full of vitality again.

The cries of vendors gradually replaced the silence of the past, and the smiling faces of the people bloomed again.

Leon stood on a high place overlooking the city. The sunlight shone through the clouds and reflected on his confident face.

His heart was filled with endless imagination about the future, and he knew that this was just the beginning.

The real challenge is how to maintain this hard-won prosperity and peace.

He heard the shouts of street vendors and the laughter of children intertwined, as if cheering for the rain.

He leaned over to ask other officials about their needs, listened to the people's voices, and took the most effective measures.

In the palace, the old emperor listened to the dragon guards reporting on how Mo Lengzhou and his wife governed Liangzhou City.

They work tirelessly to encourage everyone to unite and strive for progress, and the couple's presence is deeply rooted in everyone's heart.

The old emperor laughed heartily, and then he heard the Dragon Guard report that Prince Chen was gathering military generals to prepare to attack Liangzhou.