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

Lu Zhitao's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, and her weak response was mixed with a hint of weakness.

But in Mo Lengzhou's ears, it was like the sound of nature, penetrating the defenses deep in his heart and reaching his soul.

He looked down at her. Although her eyes were still closed, a hint of color finally appeared on her beautiful face.

This discovery made Mo Lengzhou's heart so excited that it almost burst out of his throat. His whole world seemed to freeze in her response.

Even the air flowing in this quiet place turned into a ray of light, illuminating every corner of his heart.

"Tao'er is tired. I'll take her back to have some sleep." Mo Lengzhou said softly.

His voice was softer than ever before, and everyone knew he was afraid of waking the person in his arms.

Mo Lengzhou's behavior made the people in Mo Village even more worried. Everyone thought he was crazy.

Gongxi Leqing was so frightened that the vague ripples that had just sprouted in his heart disappeared in an instant.

He fiercely ordered: "Immediately lock them in the pigpen and do not give them any food or water until Miss Lu wakes up."

The Zuo clan elder no longer wanted potatoes. He dragged Huo Ziyuan towards the pigpen viciously and said, "You two should go to the pigpen now and wait for Miss Lu to wake up."

The elder of the Yan clan did not dare to think about his daughter-in-law. He said in a tired tone: "You stay in the pigpen and wait for Miss Lu to wake up."

Although the Huo family was extremely angry, their mouths were blocked and they couldn't say anything even if they wanted to.

The villagers had eaten all the leaves and roots in Mojia Village and the mountains. Although no pigs had been raised in the pigpen for a year, there was still a smell of pig manure.

Song Zhuxin didn't care about the verbal threats from several people at all. After all, she had food and spiritual spring water in her space.

Although she couldn't get water for the time being, she never worried that the spiritual spring in the space would dry up.

When she saw that Lu Zhitao was still alive, she was happy for her at first, but when she saw that she was being protected by the villagers with all their strength, she felt unwilling to accept it.

Especially when Lu Zhitao pretended to faint when he saw her and locked them in the pigsty, she found that Lu Zhitao was really a stubborn person.

Song Zhuxin felt ashamed to be locked up in a pigsty, so she kept begging for mercy to Gongxi Leqing and Yan Zulao, hoping that they would let them go.

At this time, she wanted to say something, but her mouth was blocked by a rag. She was so angry that she could only close her eyes and sulk.

Old Madam Huo was still fantasizing that the man would come forward to save the Huo family, but she had no idea that the nobles and royal family of Nanzhao were also having a hard time at this time.

After three years of drought, the sky in Nanzhao was like a ruthless slab of stone, and the land was torn apart by the scorching sun.

Two summers ago, almost all life withered silently.

The once vibrant village has now been forgotten in the dust of time.

Those lush green forests are now left with only bare tree trunks.

The leaves had long since fallen off during the long drought, turning into pieces of rotting dust that were blown away by the wind.

After three years of drought, all the rivers in Nanzhao State, from small rivers to large rivers, gradually dried up.

Only bare stones were left lying alone on the riverbed, like abandoned souls.

Not only did it not rain this winter, even the snow that should have fallen in winter did not fall.

What’s even more terrifying is that the sun comes out every day, shining on every corner of Nanzhao and illuminating the cracked land.

The air was filled with anxiety and despair, and the throats of the refugees were so dry that they felt like they were being burned by fire.

They used to be able to use tree bark and roots to support their survival day by day.

As the drought continues, the livelihoods of the refugees are gradually becoming desperate.

The faces of the people in Nanzhao looked increasingly haggard under the scorching sun, so the brave ones encouraged everyone to rise up in rebellion.

Before the Huo family went into the mountains, they saw refugees outside exchanging their own children for food, constant riots, and corpses everywhere.

But the refugees at that time had no idea of attacking cities, they just hurt each other.

The common people of Nanzhao accounted for seven-tenths of the total population of Nanzhao. In order to survive, they began to attack cities and seize territories without any regard for the consequences within a few days.

They started from the county town first, and the number of refugees who tasted the sweetness grew larger and larger.

Ambitious people gradually came up with strategies to attack the provincial capital, and this trend only lasted for a few days.

The water levels in all the wells in the city were getting lower and lower, and the nobles saw that the food reserves in the city were getting less and less.

In addition, the refugees gathered to attack the city and plunder the land, and people were panicking. The soldiers defending the city

Old Madam Huo was still thinking about that man's promise, not knowing that the man was powerless and had long forgotten the Huo family.

She looked up at the wooden fence of the pigpen, which was already dilapidated and some of the wood had become extremely brittle due to years of exposure to the sun.

The soil in the pigpen had already dried up and cracked, as if it could break in the wind at any time. Only the smell of pig manure reminded her that pigs had once been raised here.

The old lady could not bear this humiliation, so she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, and had no intention of comforting her younger generations.

She thought that the power of the family had been handed over to the third son's wife, and she had been doing a good job since she became a better person.

Huo Ziyuan was thirsty and wanted to drink water, but there was a rag stuffed in his mouth and he couldn't shout.

He tilted his head to look at Song Zhuxin, but Song Zhuxin closed her eyes and rested. He really admired her for having such good composure at such a young age!

He could only look at his mother, but the old lady who usually cared about him the most didn't look at him at this time.

He looked at his eldest and second sisters-in-law again. They lowered their heads to comfort their nephews and nieces.

Only Huo Wanyu was looking at him expectantly, as if saying: Third brother, I'm hungry!

She had a water bag with half a bag of water, but her hands were tied and she could not drink the water.

Huo Ziyuan responded with a helpless look, but Huo Wanyu felt that his look was saying: Just starve to death!

She never thought that she would end up in such a state. It was obvious that everything they did was to help her third brother find a doctor.

Why did the third brother treat her like this?

She had never hated her third brother, but at this moment she felt a trace of resentment in her heart.

Song Zhuxin never expected that the moment she closed her eyes to vent her anger, a rift would arise between the Huo brothers and sisters.

She was willing to expose the space just to hope that the Huo family would unite. If she knew that the brothers and sisters would have an internal conflict, who knows what she would think!

Lu Zhitao slept until sunset, and when he opened his eyes, he met a pair of scarlet eyes.

Seeing Lu Zhitao open her eyes, he stuttered excitedly, "Tao'er...Lu...Miss, are you awake? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mo Lengzhou and Mo Yunfei squatted on one side, Xiaoli and Yuan Zhen squatted on the other side. When they saw Lu Zhitao open his eyes, the four heads bumped into each other with a popping sound.

Xiaoli's eyes were red from crying, and she choked and said, "Miss, are you really awake? Is there any pain?"

"Xiao Li, you look so ugly like this!" Lu Zhitao joked energetically, "I'm not feeling unwell, I'm just a little hungry."