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

Lu Zhitao and Mo Lengzhou walked side by side in front, and they could hear clearly what the teenagers behind them were saying.

Mo Lengzhou was also puzzled. He asked doubtfully, "Tao'er, why was it that the previous batch of potatoes could be harvested in eight days, but this batch has only grown so little in ten days?"

"Could it be that the water quality has changed and it has become ineffective?" Lu Zhitao thought with his chin propped up.

"Tao'er, what you mean is that we don't need a water purifier and can only use well water to irrigate the crops to be more effective, right?"

"What the village chief said makes sense. We don't need a water purifier anymore. We can just draw water from the well to irrigate the fields." Gongxi Leshan said excitedly.

"Don't be too happy, this is just my guess. After all, we haven't touched the water in the well, but I'm not sure if watering it directly will be effective!"

"Why doesn't it work?" a young man asked anxiously.

"We have angered the gods. Do you think they are still willing to help us?"

Lu Zhitao frowned and asked everyone. She supported her chin with one hand and looked thoughtful.

In fact, she was weighing the pros and cons in her mind. She had nearly 100,000 kilograms of potatoes and tens of thousands of kilograms of wheat in her space.

Should she stay in Mojia Village and grow up in poverty, or go out into the world and take in refugees?

"Madam, what you're saying is that we're distrusting the gods by installing a water purifier without their permission... so the gods are angry..."

"I didn't say that. These are just guesses. We have to try it to know for sure."

"Madam, your guess is correct. If I were a god, I would ignore you if I met a bunch of ungrateful people like you."

"Oh my God! When will our potatoes and wheat be ripe?"

"Madam said that potatoes can be harvested in about a hundred days from the time they are planted. We can only tighten our belts and wait."

"Madam's guess is very reasonable. I have long felt that the water purifier is a disaster." Brother Ning said with great dissatisfaction.

"That's right! We have well water in our village. If I had known earlier, I would have reserved this well specifically for watering the crops. How wonderful it would have been!"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in the young man's voice, like potato sprouts blown by the winter wind, dry and weak.

"It's my fault. If I hadn't supported Miss Song, perhaps our second batch of potatoes would have been harvested by now!"

Gongxi Leqing muttered to himself, his voice mixed with helplessness and regret, as if expressing the regret in his heart.

"........."

After leaving her cheap husband at the door of the dining room, Song Zhuxin hurriedly chased after him and heard Gongxi Leqing's complaints.

She was so angry that she almost couldn't catch her breath, and an uncontrollable resentment surged in her heart.

This Lu Zhitao doesn't have the same magnetic field as her, so nothing good will happen if she meets her!

Song Zhuxin wanted to rush forward immediately and grab Hua Lu Zhitao's cunning face.

Her five fingers curled up slightly, as if trying to grasp the resentment and anger in her heart.

The anger hidden in his fingertips seemed to be able to ignite every bit of tension in the air.

The winter sun doesn't usually burn people, but at this moment the light became dazzling in Song Zhuxin's eyes, as if mocking her powerlessness.

She could even hear the pounding of her heart, as rapid as a drum, accompanied by a surge of anger.

Song Zhuxin's mind emerged Lu Zhitao's face, the one that she had wanted to tear apart countless times.

But Lu Zhitao looked at her with a smile, which was full of arrogance and provocation, as if declaring endless mockery to her.

Song Zhuxin stared at Lu Zhitao with eyes as sharp as a knife, wishing she could tear her disguise apart and expose the meanness deep in her heart.

"Lu Zhitao, what exactly do you want to express?" Everyone could hear Song Zhuxin's gritting of teeth.

"I'm just expressing my doubts. Is there anything wrong?" Lu Zhitao restrained his smile and said seriously.

She is very beautiful, but when she doesn't smile, she actually looks a little cold.

"You actually suspect that my installing a water purifier has affected the gods? Are there gods in this world? I hate feudal dregs like you the most."

Song Zhuxin's voice became increasingly sharp, as if to pierce the suffocating silence.

Everyone looked at her sideways, vaguely feeling the fire burning in her heart.

"That's enough, Miss Song, can't you say less?" Gongxi Leqing's voice was filled with anger.

At this moment, Gongxi Leqing did not feel the true anger and pain in Song Zhuxin's heart at all. He was still immersed in self-blame.

Song Zhuxin stared blankly at the tall and straight figure in front of her and shook her head in disappointment, even if she only trusted her a little.

She would also feel much better. She looked at the man next to Lu Zhitao. He was tall and had a straight back.

The sharp edges of his face, like a knife, reveal a strong aura, with broad shoulders, a taut back, and a hard chest.

At this moment, he stood beside Lu Zhitao, slightly tilted his head, and looked at her with affection and doting eyes.

And his trust and protection of Lu Zhitao at the dining room door before, even the modern boyfriends who are known for being filial to their parents are not as good as him!

"What right do you have to ask me to keep quiet? You want to fight, right? Come on, who's afraid of who?"

"Humph, you, a foreign woman, want to fight with our big brother Gongxi?"

"That's right. We in Mojia Village never cause trouble, but if you come to us to bully us, don't blame us for being rude."

"What gives you the right to say that about my elder brother? If you want to fight, come to me." Gong Xileshan rushed to Song Zhuxin in one step.

Seeing that the teenagers in Mojia Village were ready to attack her, Song Zhuxin was so angry that she yelled angrily.

"You ungrateful bastards actually want to hit me? Come on? All the white rice I take out every day is fed to dogs?"

With every word Song Zhuxin said, Mo Lengzhou's expression became more serious, and his eyes were so cold that it seemed as if they could shoot knives.

"I, I didn't say you..." Song Zhuxin stammered, trying to defend herself.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with tears and tears hung on her eyelashes, making her look so pitiful.

But her appearance had no effect on Mo Lengzhou at all. His eyes were as cold as if he was looking at a dead person.

Lu Zhitao saw that Mo Lengzhou was just looking at Song Zhuxin with a cold, knife-like gaze, and no matter how sharp his eyes were, they couldn't kill anyone.

Song Zhuxin only wants to see people eating meat and not to see people being beaten. Since she wants that, how can we not satisfy her?

Lu Zhitao raised an eyebrow and said, "You can't just insult the villagers here.

I command you to take out ten thousand pounds of rice from the cornucopia immediately, or they will kill you now."

Mo Lengzhou didn't expect that his delicate young wife could be even more ruthless than him, but he absolutely couldn't let his wife down. "I've wanted to kill people and steal treasures for a long time."

"You...you...even if you kill me, you won't get the treasure bowl." Song Zhuxin said firmly.