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

The sun rose higher and higher, and the warm winter sun fell on Lu Zhitao and Mo Lengzhou's shoulders, like a gentle palm caressing them.

"Village chief, Miss Lu, look at these potato seedlings." Gongxi Leqing waved at them excitedly.

"It's really amazing! Elders of the Gongxi tribe, are you very happy?" Lu Zhitao said with a smile.

"Yes! If Miss Lu hadn't discovered this magical well, we wouldn't have dared to grow crops here!"

"Mrs. Village Chief, you are the lucky star of our Mojia Village. Just tell us what you want to do in the future."

"Ms. Lu, how long will it take before we can harvest these potatoes?" the Zuo clan leader shouted. This was what he was most concerned about.

"Like I said last time, the normal planting time for potatoes is more than three months, and it takes about ten days from germination to emergence."

"According to what Miss Lu said, our potatoes can be harvested in half a month?"

"I'm not sure either. You can try watering it more. We still need to experiment to see the details." Lu Zhitao said ambiguously.

"Ms. Lu, will excessive watering affect the growth of potatoes?" asked a person with farming experience.

"This well water is different from ordinary water. It should have no effect, but we still need to test it slowly to see the specifics."

In fact, Lu Zhitao had already made up his mind and wanted to grow a batch of potatoes as soon as possible to relieve the villagers' anxiety.

Given Song Zhuxin's jealousy of her, Lu Zhitao guessed that she would definitely make the purifier as soon as possible.

She absolutely couldn't let Song Zhuxin's purifier be sought after by the villagers like in the book.

Looking at the hardworking villagers, their faces covered in sweat, they seemed so kind and real.

The growth of potatoes is not just a harvest in the fields, but also a nirvana during the three years of drought.

Reflecting everyone's love for life and longing for the future, Lu Zhitao also does not want to see the villagers despair.

However, if a woman is not cruel, her position will be unstable. As long as she doesn't starve to death, she can still be cruel.

When the villagers heard Lu Zhitao say this, they watered the potatoes without hesitation.

And under everyone's noses, Lu Zhitao secretly used his supernatural powers to give birth to potatoes.

Everyone was so excited that they burst into tears when they saw the potato seedlings that had just been watered growing taller visibly.

In stark contrast to the cheerful villagers, Song Zhuxin saw the villagers enthusiastically supporting Lu Zhitao.

Especially Mo Lengzhou's doting smile to her, and Brother Gongxi, who had fallen in love with her at first sight, had his eyes glued to Lu Zhitao.

Song Zhuxin felt a heavy pain, like an electric current, spreading from her heart to her whole body.

Everything around her seemed to have lost its color, leaving only those mouths opening and closing, like bloody maws, devouring her sanity.

She pushed Huo Wanyu away and said, "Get out of the way. You Huo family members are shameless."

"What's wrong with you, Third Sister-in-law? Are you jealous of Lu Zhitao's success?"

"Would I be jealous of her? How can she be so glorious like this?" Song Zhuxin yelled angrily.

Huo Wanyu was pushed by Song Zhuxin and staggered several steps before she could stand firm. She really wanted to kick Song Zhuxin to death.

At worst, she could marry a villager here like her second sister-in-law, but she didn't want to marry a country man unless it was absolutely necessary.

After all, the third sister-in-law has a treasure bowl and magical water to drink, so she still wants to rely on the rice in the third sister-in-law's treasure bowl in exchange for not having to work.

She could only hold back her anger and asked with a licked face: "Third sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? Didn't you hear your third brother getting angry this morning?" Song Zhuxin said sarcastically.

She hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. Yesterday evening, she took out rice from the space in exchange for not having to work the next day.

There was food in the space, so she was not worried. The peace of mind and satisfaction made her feel much more relaxed.

So, she fell into a deep sleep in the warm bed, doing what she wanted most in her dream, enjoying the beauty of tranquility.

She slept until she woke up naturally, but when she woke up she met Huo Ziyuan's gloomy eyes. He asked her for water with a painful look on his face.

She was so frightened that she woke up completely, "Ziyuan, the spiritual spring in my space has dried up, where can I get water?"

"What? Dried up?" Huo Ziyuan asked back in disbelief, as if she was deliberately not giving it to him.

His brows were furrowed, and the corners of his lips were slightly turned down. The oppressive aura made her heart beat faster involuntarily and she felt uneasy.

As expected, his face was dark, and his voice was as deep as thunder. "Xin'er, have you changed your mind? Don't you want to give me water?"

"Ziyuan, how could you think of me like this!" she asked in a dissatisfied voice.

In fact, it was her cheap husband who guessed what she was thinking, which made her heart tremble suddenly. She sat up straight in shock, feeling panicked.

Her thoughts raced as she thought of the dried-up spiritual spring in the space and all the experiences she had since coming here, which made her feel a little depressed.

"Ziyuan, the spiritual spring in my space has really dried up. How could I bear to lie to you!"

There was helplessness in her voice, but a hint of anxiety flashed in her eyes. She desperately needed her cheap husband to believe her.

But her cheap husband's expression did not ease at all, as if he was waiting for her to explain further.

The sunlight from outside the window shines through the glass, onto his slightly gloomy face, casting mottled light and shadows.

Her mood was entangled by the light and shadow, and she became more and more irritated. She wanted to slap him to death. Why did a disabled person need her to coax him?

She couldn't help biting her lip and praying silently in her heart, hoping that he would believe her. She didn't want to quarrel with him on this beautiful morning.

She was worried about being heard by the stupid villagers, and was most afraid that Lu Zhitao would laugh at her. She had ridiculed Lu Zhitao a lot when she first came here.

She vowed in front of Lu Zhitao that she would definitely make Huo Ziyuan stand up.

So at this moment she was willing to show weakness to make her cheap husband believe her, but as his gloomy eyes kept getting closer.

A complex vortex of emotions stirred within her, making it almost impossible for her to extricate herself. "Ziyuan, I'll take you into the space and let you see for yourself!"

Before they could enter the space, they heard Huo Wanyu loudly say that the potatoes had grown more than three inches overnight.

So she left her cheap husband and took Huo Wanyu to the fields, but what she saw was the villagers enthusiastically surrounding Lu Zhitao.

"Sister Song, have you seen our potatoes? Now you should believe that our well water is magical, right?" Zuo Kexin said innocently.

She saw from a distance that Song Zhuxin's face was ferocious with anger, so she ran to Song Zhuxin like a gust of wind.

Zuo Kexin felt much better when she heard her heart beating hard due to anger.

"Well, this well is really magical." Song Zhuxin said with a forced smile.

"Sister Song, you mentioned yesterday that you could make a water purifier. If you purified the water like this, would it be possible for people to drink it..."