A peasant girl with a special ability uses herself and two wolves to escape famine!

"Old Liu, you know, this can't go on. My dad will find out sooner or later. I can't stay indoors forever, can I?" Xia Fuxi was extremely worried. She was cooped up in the house all day, all by herself, and she couldn't take it anymore.

“I’ve thought about this. I’ll go to the village chief and confront him. It’s the Xia family who are being dishonest and trying to sell you out. You’re mine now, my wife, and they won’t dare do anything to you.”

"Really?" Xia Fuxi looked at him with bright eyes.

"Really, they're the ones in the wrong in this matter. Where's your mother? Did she really starve to death? If things really escalate, they won't get away with it. Besides, you're mine now, what can they do?" Although he spoke confidently, he was actually incredibly nervous inside.

There's nothing he can do, but they'll ask for a dowry! He can't just stay with him for nothing!

He's penniless now, can't even afford a single penny, so what will he use for the betrothal gifts? If this is considered a marriage without a matchmaker, how can Fuxi face anyone afterward?

He didn't want to wrong her, after all, she was someone he had liked for so long, and they got along so well inside the house. He wondered how many women in the village would dare to play with him like that, to be so uninhibited, especially since she was one of the most beautiful women in the village.

Ultimately, he profited, so he deserves to be given a proper status.

The old bachelor held the person in his arms, his mind racing, trying to figure out the best way to resolve the situation. His stomach kept rumbling, but he didn't pay it any mind.

"Hurry up and eat, look how hungry you are. If they dare to cause trouble, I'll kill myself in front of them."

"What nonsense are you talking about! I can handle it. Come on, let's go eat!" The old bachelor put his arm around her shoulder. "Did you miss me today?"

Xia Fuxi punched him: "You're such a rascal!" She loved his irreverent nature.

"I missed you so much! When I was queuing this afternoon, I was thinking about how I'm usually indoors... I was so itchy to get out there!"

Xia Fuxi blushed and nodded; of course she wanted to as well.

"Hahaha... I knew you were the same way!" The old bachelor was even more satisfied; he liked her unpretentious and unpretentious manner.

Unlike other women, who are clearly happy inside but still grumble and curse, pretending to be happy.

Neither of them expected that when the incident occurred, the Xia family would stick to them like glue, impossible to shake off.

While Xia Ning was running around, hoarding water, firewood, and fish, the people gradually realized that something was wrong.

The temperature rose day by day, and after twenty days of cold wave, even wearing short-sleeved shirts instead of cotton-padded coats was still too hot to breathe. The fields were also rock hard from the sun.

What worried them most was that they discovered the river level seemed to be dropping.

"Village chief, it's so hot, will the seeds even sprout? Will we even have a harvest this year?"

In Xiajia Village, a dozen villagers surrounded the village chief, asking him all sorts of questions. The same scene was playing out in other villages as well.

The rice seeds they just planted have no water, so how can they germinate? To germinate, they need to water them every day. But in this hot weather, the water is absorbed immediately, and the ground cracks again in less than an hour.

What can they do? They can't just keep watering the fields all day long; it's too much work for them! If it gets any hotter, they're afraid they won't even have enough water to drink.

Several elderly people looked on with sorrow in their eyes. It seemed that God was not going to leave them a way to live!

The heat was abnormally intense that day.

After the snow stopped, it never rained again. If it really doesn't rain for a year or two, not only will the crops not grow, but they will probably die of thirst.

Some shrewd families stopped summer planting and secretly spent all their money on expensive grain. Some wanted to sell their land, but now, who would take on this hot potato? Even worse, some organized their families in the middle of the night to secretly hoard water. Some people went up the mountain whenever they had free time, picking wild grass and tender leaves, and drying them.

The recent cold wave lasted for a year. If another year of drought were to come, I dare not even think about it. I can only try my best to prepare as many supplies as possible.

The village chief was at a loss and didn't know what to do. He was so worried about his own land that he dared not offer advice to the villagers; otherwise, he would be the one to blame.

"Who knows what will happen that day? You all go home and discuss it yourselves, think of a solution. I myself don't know what to do now!"

Knowing that the village chief was telling the truth, no one wanted to make things difficult for him. They sighed and went home with their heads down.

However, the harmonious atmosphere in the village had vanished, replaced by a tense atmosphere even more pronounced than during the cold snap. Everyone was making plans for their future.

"Fuxi, what do you suggest we do?"

"This heat is awful. Maybe we shouldn't plant any grain for now. I think even if we did, we probably wouldn't get a harvest. Let's keep the wheat seeds; they'll be useful for food later."

He felt the same way; in this kind of weather, even if seedlings sprouted, they would wither and die.

“We’re trying to figure out where we can store water. Several households in the village are secretly storing water at night.”

"We only have so many basins at home, how many can we put in them?"

“I secretly followed them at night to see if they were the ones we had saved.”

"Ai!"

It must be said, the old bachelor was indeed quick-witted and well-prepared. It's just that no one expected the drought to last so long, so very long…

That very evening, he learned how everyone had been storing water. It turned out that these families had cleaned up the dry well, and someone had come up with the idea of ​​mixing mud, laying two layers of bricks, and then mixing several more layers of mud to ensure that it wouldn't leak. They then poured water into the half-filled well.

That's a brilliant idea!

There was a dry well in his backyard, behind the woodpile. Usually, a wooden plank was used to weigh down the firewood, and no one knew about it. He went out for a while and brought back hundreds of bricks from somewhere. He asked Xia Fuxi to dig soil and mix it with mud so he could go down into the well and plaster it.

For a whole day, the two of them plastered the well, then plastered it again as it dried, over and over again, and then let it dry for half a day. The old bachelor fetched a bucket of water, poured it in, and lay down by the well opening, waiting for several hours, but the water level didn't drop.

It's done, no water seepage.

Exhausted, the two wiped themselves down quickly. It was hot, and the sticky feeling from before was gone. They sat back to back, snoring intermittently.

“Fuxi, you have to come with me to fetch water,” the old bachelor suggested the next day after waking up.

Many hands make light work; now is not the time for sentimentality. Who knows how many more days the water can hold out?

"But……"

"No buts. Do you want to die of thirst later, or come with me to fetch water now? Don't be afraid, Old Xia's family. Right now, everyone is busy with the drought relief efforts, and they don't have time to bother with us. Besides, we can't hide away forever just because of them. If you're really scared, just wear a mask. It'll be a little hot like this."

This was the best solution he could think of; if it still didn't work, he was out of options.

"Okay, I'll do as you say. I'll put on my mask and we'll carry water together. But if everyone carries water, won't the villagers say anything?"