Even in a famine, there's no panic; the eldest sister has stockpiled plenty of money and grain.

"Son."

Wang Er was dressed in a black outfit, with a string of iron whips hanging from his waist. He had strong features, a resolute gaze, and thick calluses on his fingertips.

"Go and take a look at Pingshan."

"Yes."

Wang Er accepted the order and left, while Wang Shaoyang tapped the table lightly, his brows furrowed and his eyes showing a thoughtful expression.

“Ming Yu is about to arrive in Luzhou, but the drought in Luzhou has not been resolved, and the resettlement of disaster victims will eventually have to be carried out in the surrounding counties.”

"Nan'an County has not had rain for a long time, which may be a sign of a major disaster."

"Disasters inevitably lead to chaos."

"Jiang Bai, Jiang Lü, Jiang Songwen."

"It's perfectly reasonable for refugees to enter a village and rob or kill a few people!"

Wang Shaoyang's handsome eyebrows narrowed slightly, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and his lips curled up slightly.

Among the eight villages bordering Pingshan, Jiangjia Village, where Song Yining lived, was one of them. Considering that he had sent people to make several attempts but failed, it was either that these siblings were not simple, or that they had someone helping them behind the scenes.

Since that's the case, let's take advantage of the refugees and make a move.

Jiang Bai knew nothing about Wang Shaoyang's schemes. It was only when those people appeared in Pingshan that she remembered something she had forgotten.

During the looting of grain, the arrows that had been shot were forgotten to be retrieved.

Fortunately, the bow given to Ji Yanwen was retrieved after they returned; otherwise, the officials might have discovered it when they inspected the granary.

What a risk.

As the weather gets hotter, the amount of water coming out of the well is decreasing.

A few days ago, the villagers went up the mountain pretending to look for water, but now they are actually searching for water in the mountains.

The disaster victims who had been wandering around the village all left.

The stream had dried up, and the village wells were heavily guarded by the villagers, who prohibited anyone from drawing water from outside the village.

Even with water rationing, the village's water supply is dwindling.

"Sister, the water we brought back today already has sediment in it."

Jiang Lu held the gourd ladle and saw that the water inside was a murky yellow, indicating that the well water in the village had already been scooped down to the bottom layer.

"We should drink water sparingly. Let's filter this water before using it."

“I know, elder sister.”

Jiang Lu's lips were cracked from dehydration, but she didn't ask for water.

Each person could only take a small sip at most each day, and dared not drink more.

"The clan chief and the others are discussing that if it still doesn't rain in a few days, they plan to flee south."

The situation in the village has been getting worse lately. The water shortage has not only made it impossible to grow crops, but also affected the basic food and water supply for families.

The wild vegetables on the mountain had long been picked clean, and even the grass roots had been dug up, just to get a sip of moisture.

But this is just a drop in the bucket.

"The south has a lot of rain, so it's a good place to go."

"However, the drought has affected a very wide area, and it is unknown how long it will take to find a place to settle down in the south."

Ji Yanwen never expected that in less than a month, Nan'an County would reach a dead end.

Looking up, the once lush and green Pingshan was now a desolate yellow, with fallen leaves and no longer the sounds of wild animals.

It seems that either the wild animals died of thirst, or they migrated.

"What a pity about my beans, they were just planted!"

Jiang Bai felt a pang of regret.

"Shall we go together?"

Ji Yanwen asked her.

"I'll go back into the mountains and see if I can find a water source or a suitable place to dig a well. Maybe then we won't have to leave."

Jiang Bai didn't want to leave.

She still has her hidden treasures and grain on that mountain. If she leaves, and someone else takes all those things, she'll have nowhere to cry.

It's her fault; she doesn't have any magical abilities to control the weather, otherwise...

and many more.

Jiang Bai stopped climbing the mountain, his heart skipping a beat as he thought of the merits he had accumulated.

She looked up at the blazing sun in the sky.

When a dynasty falls apart, various natural disasters are likely to occur within its territory. If a person with great merit prays for rain at this time, it may bring down a timely rain.

Jiang Bai recalled the merits he had accumulated over the thousands of years of working. If it was just to pray for rain, it should be able to work... right?

She wasn't entirely sure.

The scorching sun beat down on her, and she pulled her straw hat down further as she walked toward the highest point of Pingshan.

Three hours later, she stood atop Pingshan Mountain, looking down below.

Bare trees stood in all directions, a dry, yellow expanse as far as the eye could see.

A few green leaves are mixed in with these yellow ones.

The brim of the straw hat blocked the sunlight, and Jiang Bai looked up at the sky.

The sky was truly clear and cloudless, not a single dark cloud could be seen.

"Fight."

She gritted her teeth slightly, found some dry grass to put on the ground to insulate herself from the underfloor heating, and sat down cross-legged on the spot.

He tossed his straw hat aside, ignoring the oven-like heat above his head, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into the depths of his soul to find the merits he had accumulated.

With the slightest touch, the pure golden merit rippled slightly.

With a heavy heart, I used the power of my soul to tear off a piece of merit and drag it out of my soul.

"Rumble"

A clap of thunder sounded in the sky, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain looked up at the sky in surprise.

Is it going to rain?

They looked at the sky expectantly.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew from the depths of Pingshan, and a dark cloud drifted in from the outside, covering Pingshan and the surrounding villages for miles around.

"Rumble"

Thunder rumbled again, and the bright sky suddenly darkened.

Suddenly, a drop of rain fell on the face of the villagers standing outside.

They were stunned for a moment.

"It's raining, God the sky is raining."

The sounds of ecstasy filled the entire village, and even the clan chief and his men, who had originally planned to flee the famine, were dancing with excitement.

"Quickly grab something to catch the rainwater, hurry, hurry, hurry!"

The eight villages surrounding Pingshan were all busy. People were carrying basins and jars, and they wanted to fill the whole yard with all sorts of things.

Jiang Lu and the others weren't idle either; they also used things to catch the rainwater.

"This rain came out of nowhere."

Ji Yanwen kept looking at the sky while he was busy working.

He had no idea that this rain was something someone had prayed for at an enormous cost.

The rain wasn't heavy, lasting only half an hour, but Jiang Bai felt as if all his strength had been drained away, collapsing helplessly to the ground, his clothes soaked through.

She doesn't even have the strength to move a finger now.

The most terrifying thing was that I also felt a series of throbbing pains in my head.

"It's just asking for a little rain, why are you making such a big deal out of it?"

Jiang Bai looked at the sky, which had cleared up again, and muttered to himself, feeling a little regretful.

She had just used up a small portion of her merit to pray for rain, which had completely depleted all her internal energy. Now she was powerless and didn't know when she would recover.

If you were to encounter bad people at this time, you might not even have the power to fight back.

She thought bitterly in her heart.

But it seemed as if fate was conspiring against her; suddenly, a person appeared on the previously deserted summit of Pingshan Mountain.

Even before the footsteps arrived, one could tell that the person was a trained martial artist.

It’s over.

Jiang Bai struggled for a moment, but could only lift a finger; his whole body was limp and he had no strength at all.