Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

"What!" The two brothers exchanged a glance, and He Zhu quickly stepped forward to snatch the item from He Sen's hand.

It turned out to be a household registration document; all of theirs were there, except for the eldest brother's.

"Father, what exactly is going on?" He Zhu was still somewhat confused.

"Idiot, do you even need to ask?" He Zhu rolled her eyes at He Shu: "With the household registration in hand, the family of three must have left."

"What a heartless boss! How could he just leave without a word!" He Sen slapped his thigh and cursed angrily.

He Zhu's eyes darted around. His parents had originally followed him, but now his eldest brother had abandoned them and left, leaving only him and his third brother. Right now, they were all struggling to take care of themselves. What were they going to do?

Looking at the household registration book in her hand, He Zhu suddenly had a thought: her older brother had taken the household registration book and left for no reason; something must have happened.

Normally, her father keeps the household registration book, and she has never even seen it herself. He Zhu quickly took out the one that belonged to her family and said, "Dad, I will keep this household registration book myself."

He Shu saw what he was doing and when he saw He Zhu draw his card, he quickly drew his own card as well.

"You two are rebelling!" He Sen reached out to snatch back the household registration, but it was too late. He Zhu and He Shu had already stuffed their own household registration into their pockets.

"Dad, this is the one for you and Mom. Here you go." He Shu stuffed the remaining one back to He Sen.

"You two brats!" He Sen glared angrily, about to yell, but He Zhu, seeing things were getting out of hand, quickly said, "Dad, it's getting late, I have to go find something to eat." With that, he turned and ran away.

He Shu was no fool either. Seeing He Shu run away, he turned around and quickly walked out as well, leaving He Sen glaring angrily.

……

The well in Dahe Village was filled with buckets and people lined up to draw water. As usual, everyone was waiting for the village chief to begin the unveiling ceremony.

The village chief arrived at this time, and seeing that it was about time, Fu Biao and Fu Gui quickly lifted the stone slab.

But when they lifted the stone slab, they were dumbfounded. Usually at this time, the well would still have at least one-third of its water left.

But today the well water is pitifully low; you can see the bottom at a glance, and the water level is probably only about the size of a palm.

"Father, come and see!"

When Village Chief Fu saw the serious expression on his son Fu Biao's face, his heart jumped.

He quickly walked to the well and peeked inside.

Fu Lin rubbed his eyes: "What's going on? Why is the water level decreasing?"

Upon hearing the village chief say that the water level had dropped again, the crowd immediately became restless.

Normally, each household could carry half a bucket of water, which was barely enough to drink. If there were any less water, they would really have no way to survive.

Many people went closer to take a look and were immediately dumbfounded.

"What are we going to do? There's so little water, and there are over 100 households in the whole village!"

"That's right, if this continues, it's like the heavens are going to abandon us!"

Those at the front of the line started clamoring for water, while those at the back, hearing that there was no water left, became restless, fearing they wouldn't get any, and started talking all at once.

"Village chief, we can't divide it like we always do!"

"Exactly! We can't keep queuing like that, or the person at the end of the line won't get a drop of water."

At this moment, a man shoved the man and said, "What are you saying? Everyone said we have to queue. Those who come first get water first. It's your own fault for not coming earlier!"

"Why did you push me? You want to cause trouble, don't you? Let me tell you, we're not afraid of trouble!" The man who was pushed retorted.

"Go ahead and hit me if you dare!"

The two started pushing and shoving each other, neither willing to back down. Their argument escalated to a point where they began to fight, and bystanders tried to break them up, but the scene quickly became chaotic.

The village chief roared, "Stop fighting! Isn't it chaotic enough already? If you keep fighting, neither of you will be able to hold your ground!"

This trick worked perfectly; everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and stared at the village chief.

"Stop arguing, everyone listen to me!" Village Chief Fu gestured for everyone to quiet down. Seeing that everyone had calmed down, the village chief continued, "There's really too little water. We won't distribute it the usual way today."

The village chief had his two sons draw water from the well, but the water was pitifully little, with sand at the bottom. They only managed to draw up seven or eight full buckets of water.

The village has a total of over one hundred households. Each household contributed a bucket, and the village chief had everyone put their buckets together and started distributing them with water ladles.

After one round of distribution, another round of distribution took place, and in the end, each household only received two or three ladles of water.

Looking into the well, not much water seeped out even after a long time, indicating that the groundwater was almost gone.

The village chief was well aware of the seriousness of the matter. Based on the well's output, the water would likely be even less tomorrow, and if things continued like this, it seemed they wouldn't last more than two or three days.

The village chief said with a serious face, "Listen to me, everyone. There's only this much water left right now. We'll come back to check later. If there's still water in the well then, we'll distribute it again in another round."

Now that things have come to this, there's no other way but to do this.

Everyone's faces began to darken; if this continued, it would truly be unbearable.

Fu Gui suddenly noticed something and quickly said to his father, "Dad, have you noticed that we haven't seen Zhao Lian and Zhao Feng today?"

Village Chief Fu slapped his forehead: "That's right! How could I forget about them? Boss, go check on Zhao Lian!"

When Fu Biao arrived at Zhao Lian's new house, he found the gate tightly closed and no one would open it. He quickly told his father about it.

Village Chief Fu frowned deeply: "Go and take another look at the He family!"

He remembered seeing the second and third branches of the He family lining up to get water just now.

When Gao Feng and Liang Zhu carried their meager amount of water back to their doorstep, they ran into Old Yang, who was returning home.

Old Yang returned with an old woman dressed in green with a red flower in her hair. The old woman was thin and had slanted eyes that seemed to see through people's thoughts.

Judging from the woman's attire, Gao Feng immediately guessed that she must be a matchmaker.

It was sweltering early in the morning. Matchmaker Ma waved her flowered handkerchief, wiping the sweat from her forehead from time to time, and swallowed hard.

"Mother~"

Upon seeing Old Madam Yang, Liang Zhu's heart pounded. Her mother had brought a matchmaker to the door; was it to arrange a marriage for He Run or something else?

Right now, we can barely feed the few people in our family, let alone have the money to get He Run married.

Old Madam Yang ignored Liang Zhu and said to Matchmaker Ma with a smile, "Mrs. Ma, please come in. Are you thirsty? Wait a moment, I'll have Zhao Feng get you some water."

After saying that, Old Yang shouted loudly towards the main room, "Zhaofeng, hurry up, we have guests, go and boil some water."

"Haha~"

Gao Feng said sarcastically, "Mother, you're probably going to be disappointed. I didn't see Zhao Feng fetching water at all today. She probably hasn't gotten up yet!"

"Also, there's even less water today, only a few scoops. Let me be clear, Zhao Feng didn't fetch any water, so I don't have any extra water to serve you to our guests."

Gao Feng was afraid that Old Yang would ask him for water, so he made sure to tell her in advance.

Upon hearing that there was no water to drink, the matchmaker's face immediately fell.