After traveling through time, I led the whole village to become rich!

Zhang Hulan met villagers on the road, and they all greeted her with a smile.

"Tiger Orchid..."

"Tiger Orchid has woken up..."

Zhang Hulan didn't know why these people were so polite to her. It seemed that her relationship with these people was not so good before.

The village is bustling at this moment. The water from the mountain has been diverted to the well, and the villagers are drawing water.

The water from the mountain was very dirty when it first came down, with leaves, mud and sand all over it. But after being washed by the previous stream, the water is now very clear.

As soon as we arrived at the village entrance, Wang and the others came back.

"Brother, how's the field?"

"With water, there will definitely be a harvest, but the yield will be much lower."

Wang continued, "It's better than nothing at all. As long as there's some harvest, we can get through this."

When I was walking back, I heard a child in the village suddenly crying loudly: "Help come quickly..."

"My grandma fainted..."

"woo woo woo woo……"

"Please, save my grandma..."

The child shouted and cried loudly.

Some villagers immediately went to check.

"It's Shanzi, is something wrong with Shanzi's grandmother?" Wang said hurriedly, "Quick, let's go and take a look."

Shanzi's name is Zhou Shan, and he is only eleven years old. His parents died two years ago, leaving only his grandmother, He, to take care of him.

There is only one old person and one child in the family. We don’t have enough to eat on weekdays, let alone the current situation.

Mrs. He gave all the food to her grandson. She herself hadn't eaten for two days and just fainted from hunger.

The original body has memories of He Shi. He Shi was a very kind person, always polite to others, and never had any arguments with the villagers.

The villagers carried He to the bed, and someone went to call Zhao Guoliang.

Some villagers suggested pinching He's philtrum, but Zhang Hulan stopped them, saying, "Aunt He fainted from hunger. Pinching her philtrum won't work."

Zhang Hulan squeezed in to take a look, touched He's nose, and found that she was still breathing.

Zhang Hulan asked loudly, "Does anyone have some sugar? I could mix some sugar water and feed it to him. I think he could be saved."

At this time, when there is no food, who would have sugar?

Seeing no one answer, Zhang Hulan shouted to Zhang Hujun: "Brother, there is rice soup at home, go back and bring a bowl."

"okay."

Zhang Hujun hurried back to bring rice soup.

Zhao Guoliang also rushed over quickly, and after finding out the situation, he could only sigh.

Zhang Hujun brought the rice soup, and Zhang Hulan asked Wang to lift He's upper body and then pour the rice soup into her mouth.

He hadn't completely fainted yet, and he knew how to swallow the rice soup he was fed. However, he swallowed less and more liquid flowed out.

After feeding her half a bowl of rice soup, He's eyes opened slightly and her lips moved, "Thank you..."

When Shanzi saw his grandmother open her eyes, he was so happy that he started crying again.

Zhang Hulan said, "Shanzi, don't cry. Don't let your grandma worry about you."

Shanzi stopped crying immediately, but tears were still falling down his face.

Zhang Hulan could tell that Mrs. He was saying thank you, so she whispered, "Aunt He, please don't talk. Drink more rice soup. Don't worry, everything will be fine."

After drinking the whole bowl of rice soup, He's condition improved a little, but she felt weak all over and didn't even have the strength to speak.

Zhang Hulan handed the bowl to Zhang Hujun, "Brother, scoop some more, a little drier this time."

After a pause, Zhang Hulan said, "Bring some more. Shanzi probably hasn't eaten anything either."

Zhang Hujun did not hesitate and ran back immediately.

This time, Zhang Hujun brought two bowls of wild vegetable and brown rice porridge.

A bowl was handed to Shanzi. Shanzi looked at Zhang Hujun, then at Zhang Hulan, wiped his tears with his sleeve and said, "I'm not hungry. Give it to grandma."

Zhang Hulan said, "Eat quickly, or your grandma won't worry. This bowl is enough for your grandma. She can't eat too much right now."

Shanzi hesitated for a moment, then took the bowl and drank it in big gulps.

Zhang Hulan continued to feed He, but He refused to eat and stared at Zhou Shan.

"Aunt He, eat quickly. Don't worry about Shanzi. We still have food at home. If Shanzi isn't full, come to our house and eat later."

Wang also said, "Old sister, take care of yourself first. If you save this bit, how long can Shanzi last? If you die like this, can you bear to leave Shanzi alone in this world?"

He's tears trickled down her cheeks. "Sister, I'm unlucky for my husband and my children. I've brought down my whole family. A few years ago, Shanzi was still too young, and I was really worried about him. Now he can find food on his own. If I were still alive, I'm afraid I'd bring him down too..."

This was not just what He said, there was also a lot of gossip in the village.

He's husband died early in life, leaving behind two sons. Later, her eldest son died, leaving him without an heir. A few years ago, her youngest son and daughter-in-law also died, leaving He feeling deeply guilty. She also felt that her family had brought bad luck upon her husband, son, and daughter-in-law.

"Aunt He, since you think you're the one who brought down Uncle Zhou and the others, that means you believe in fate. If you believe in fate, then you should believe that everyone has their own destiny. It's okay to believe in fate, but we can't just accept it. You should live well and raise Shanzi to adulthood, watch him get married and have children, and then have great-grandchildren."

Zhang Hulan looked at Shanzi and asked, "Shanzi, are you afraid that your grandma will kill you?"

Shanzi immediately replied, "I'm not afraid. I'm strong. I want to be with Grandma forever."

"Aunt He, you heard it. Shanzi is not afraid of you. Have you ever thought that you are Shanzi's only relative now? If you leave, how sad he will be? Can you bear to let him live alone in this world without anyone to rely on?"

He couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she bear to leave her eleven-year-old grandson alone in this world...

"Aunt He, don't worry too much. The village now has water, and the millet in the fields can still be saved. We can still harvest at least some crops. Let's get through this period, and things will get better."

The villagers looked at Zhang Hulan in surprise. They were all surprised at how good Zhang Hulan was at speaking and persuading people.

Zhao Guoliang looked at Zhang Hulan and nodded frequently. Zhang Hulan had grown up under Zhao Guoliang's care. She used to be a scoundrel, and although her temper was still not very good, she was more sensible than before.

At Zhang Hulan's persuasion, He drank the wild vegetable porridge. Seeing that He had recovered, the villagers also dispersed.

When Zhang Hulan and the others left, they asked Shanzi to come to their house for dinner. Shanzi shook his head and said he was full and wanted to stay home with his grandmother.

After returning home, Zhang Hulan asked Zhang Hujun to bring two more kudzu roots to Shanzi.

When Old Man Zhang heard that He had nearly starved to death, he sighed and said, "They are all miserable people..."

Everyone was very quiet during the meal.

Zhang Hulan was thinking about the situation at He and Shanzi's homes. She also recalled what she had heard from some villagers yesterday: many families were out of food. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Dad, Mom, brother, sister-in-law, why don't we tell the village head about Kudzu root?"

"Now that there's water in the fields, the millet will be ready for harvest in a month or so. My family should be able to make it, but some other families in the village may not."

"We've all lived in the same village for decades, and we're all related for generations. We can't just watch them starve to death."