The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

"Water, I actually dug out water."

"We have water!"

Someone had leaked the news, alerting the refugees from the nearby villages. Countless people immediately flocked to the dilapidated house to watch.

Everyone looked at the water seeping out of the deep sand pit. Although it was mixed with sand and soil, the refugees who had been thirsty for a long time didn't care about that. They still couldn't wait to drink it into their mouths. The refreshing feeling of having their throats soaked made everyone very happy.

"It's really water. It's very pure water."

The skinny and disheveled refugees went crazy. They crowded together and frantically grabbed water. Even the yamen runners could not resist the increasing number of refugees.

It’s because of the drought for several months and everyone hasn’t had water to drink for a long time.

Exiled all the way to the Imperial Capital, they occasionally encountered streams. The exiled prisoners were fine. Apart from experiencing inexplicable pursuits, at least they had food to eat and water to drink. But the villagers of Huai Village were different.

Most of them haven't had water for about...six or seven months.

"Wow, you actually dug out some water."

The yamen runner originally wanted to torture Qi Yu, because if it weren't for him, he and his brothers would not have been hunted down by the assassins, and his best brother would not have died on the road of exile.

"Good job, but there's too little water. Keep digging!"

The yamen runner kicked the hoe and threw it into Qi Yu's hand, and the well water that had just been gradually rising suddenly stopped.

In the villa.

Song Nian, soaked all over, looked at the valve he had tightened with great effort, and fell to the ground exhausted.

Fortunately, she was very familiar with the structure of the villa, otherwise it would have been flooded.

Song Nian quickly turned on the bathroom cleaning and drying system, took a shower and changed his clothes before returning to the room. Coincidentally, the printer had just printed out another piece of paper.

Oh, it never ends, right?

This hacker is quite persistent.

Okay, she wanted to see how else he could scare her.

Song Nianben was wiping the ancient ring she had taken off from her right thumb. When she saw the paper, she casually placed the ring on the desk.

"Water actually appeared in the dry land that had been dry for months. It seems this place isn't that bad after all."

"Perhaps there is some hope in the days of exile."

Song Nian sneered and laughed.

Is the relationship hacker teasing her?

When she dug a well over there, her water pipe burst.

The water was spilled everywhere, but he still dug out the water. What happened? Did the water from her house reach the well in his story?

Song Nian put his hands on the keyboard and was about to curse at him, but the alarm on his phone rang.

In an hour, she will fill out her college application form. Her father, stepmother, and stepsister will all come to her villa. Tonight, her stepsister will coax her into going to a nightclub and get her addicted to drugs.

She ran out of time.

"I don't care who hired you to hack into my computer and scare me. I don't have time to waste with you right now. I'm warning you, don't use such childish tactics again. If you have the guts, tell the people behind you to step forward. Don't hide in the shadows like a rat."

After typing frantically, Song Nian closed the document and web page, and immediately put the diary she had recorded in the secret compartment under the bed. She also deliberately wrote a space diary to make up for it, making sure to erase all traces that would make people doubt her rebirth. After finishing a series of things, she instinctively glanced at the printer.

No new printed paper or text.

Look, the other party is still scared.

Huai Village.

Upon hearing the news that there was a water source, the refugees and the people of Huai Village took over and fetched buckets to collect water. Soon the water was gone.

The yamen runner ordered Qi Yu to continue digging, but after two hours, he did not dig out a drop of water.

Qi Yu threw away the hoe and rubbed his torn palm. The wound didn't hurt much, but he just couldn't figure it out.

Since a well could be dug to produce water, why did the water suddenly run out?

"It's time to distribute the food."

The yamen runner in the distance shouted, and the working people put down their tools and rushed forward.

Qi Yu didn't want to eat at first. He had lived a life of luxury in the past, and he was not used to fighting for food like a beggar.

But the rumbling sound in his stomach seemed to remind him of something. He was about to step forward when a burly man suddenly bumped into him from behind.

He was knocked to the ground without warning and was in a mess.

"How outrageous!" Qi Yu growled, gritting his teeth.

In the distance, Jiang Zhi discovered that he was being bullied, and was about to rush over with two bowls of porridge in his hands. Some people stepped forward fearlessly to grab them, but Jiang Zhi, who was very secretive, would never let anyone succeed.

He kicked the man to the ground, tapped his toes lightly, stepped on the man's raised head, and flew over the crowd.

"Is your highness okay?"

Qi Yu looked at the people who laughed at him and felt his current situation. He couldn't help but sneer.

"No problem."

So this is the life of a convict?

They did hard labor, were bullied, lived in cold houses, and had no food to eat.

He suddenly understood why the imperial concubine had insisted on having him exiled that day, and why the assassins she sent only injured but never killed him each time.

It turns out they were all waiting here to humiliate him and wear down his mind.

"This porridge is actually for people to drink?"

Aside from the vague appearance of a few grains of rice, a layer of yellow sand also floated on the surface of the porridge. Qi Yu wanted to accept the reality, but in the end he was defeated.

"If you don't want to drink it, give it to me."

An arm suddenly stretched out, trying to snatch the bowl of porridge from Qi Yu's hand, but no matter how fast he was, how could he be compared with the prince who had practiced martial arts since childhood?

Before the man could react, Qi Yu grabbed his jaw.

"How dare you! Who gave you this burden?" Qi Yu's eyes turned red.

It seemed as if all patience was exhausted at this moment.

"You're clearly just pretending to be noble." The refugee refused to accept this and tried to struggle a few times. Not only did he fail to break free, but he felt like his jaw was about to drop. He still said stubbornly, "Let me go!"

Qi Yu looked at his sunken eyes and protruding cheekbones. His skinny appearance was really scary.

Knowing that he was also forced into a corner, Qi Yu let go and asked sternly, "Is there any hunting ground nearby?"

"What did you say, hunting? Don't you see where we are?"

The refugees pointed around mockingly, "The sky is filled with yellow sand, there's no grass or trees, not a single crop, and no water. And you're still going hunting? You're dreaming."

"How can you speak to His Highness like that, you..." Jiang Zhi was so angry at the man's arrogance that he was about to scold him, but Qi Yu reached out to stop him.

The person in front of him was not a convict who was exiled together, but a refugee from near Huai Village.

Seeing Jiang Zhi staring at the bowl of porridge for a long time without being able to eat it, Qi Yu finally couldn't bear to hand his bowl of porridge to the refugee.

But he didn't give it away in vain.

He asked, "Has Huai Village always been like this?"

The refugees were soft-hearted. "Not really. Huai Village used to be very prosperous. But last year's scorching summer, with its intense heat and prolonged dryness, killed all the crops and fields. We ran out of food, and gradually ran out of water. Those who could escape fled, and those of us who couldn't can only go from village to village looking for food, relying on our luck. Otherwise, how could there be so many refugees here? And why would you build a temple here?"

The refugee said, "A temple? Never mind. I hope the gods can really show their power."

The people believed in gods and hoped to build temples to move the gods and get them to send down nectar from heaven to relieve the suffering of all living beings.

Qi Yu had heard of this method from the national teacher before, but he was also puzzled.

"Since the drought is so severe within a hundred miles, how can we even have a thin porridge to drink?"

Also, what about the water source that appeared briefly just now?