Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills

Chapter 120

Chu Qingzhi got off the horse and walked towards the little girl, "Little girl, don't cry, I'll help you see grandpa, and I'll rescue him in a while."

  When the little girl heard this, she quickly knelt down to Chu Qingzhi, "Sister, save my grandfather, I will serve you like a cow or a horse, and a maidservant."

  Chu Qingzhi's firm heart was moved by the little girl's words, "Good boy."

  She stretched out her hand to feel the pulse of the old man.

   It's not serious, it's just the dehydration caused by lack of water.

  Tang Jinghong came over, "What's wrong with Qingzhi?"

  Chu Qingzhi said, "Lack of water."

  Fang Zerong came over with a water bag, opened the lid, and slowly fed the old man to drink.

  Tang Jinghong raised his head, and there was a village nearby. At this time, it should have been the time when the cooking smoke was rising, but the village was very quiet, as if there were no people.

  He ordered, "Tan Yibin, take a few people to visit the village."

   Tan Yibin cupped his fists, "It's the general." He turned his head and waved to the four soldiers, "Follow me."

   "Cough cough cough..." The old man woke up, he slowly opened his eyes, the dazzling light made him feel like he had ascended to heaven.

  Seeing the old man woke up, the little girl jumped over happily, "Grandpa, grandpa..."

  The old man hugged his granddaughter before regaining consciousness, "Yingying, it's okay, grandpa is awake."

   When he was talking, he noticed the people around him. Seeing that they were soldiers, he quickly got up and said excitedly, "Mr. Jun, Mr. Jun, are you sent by the imperial court to help us?"

   Tang Jinghong's eyes darkened, "Yes, tell us about the situation."

  The old man couldn't help crying, "It's good if you come here. Our village is not facing the river, and the surrounding area has dried up. The three old wells in the village have dried up, and the food has withered. We can't survive."

  Tang Jinghong took Qing Zhi to the side and asked in a low voice, "Qing Zhi, is there a water vein near here?"

  Chu Qingzhi nodded, "Yes, there are in every place, it's just a matter of depth, please appease the villagers first, I'll go find the water veins."

  In fact, no matter how dry it is, the ground will never dry up, and there will be water no matter what, but the surface is short of water.

  Tang Jinghong pinned Chu Qingzhi's sweat-wet temple hair to his ears, "Qingzhi, thank you for your hard work."

  Chu Qingzhi smiled and said, "I am happy to help you."

   Then Tang Jinghong arranged for a group of soldiers to follow Chu Qingzhi to find Shui Mai, while he led a group of soldiers to the village to check the situation.

  The village is lifeless, except for a few big trees that are still green, other grasses, vegetables, and grains are all withered, and the leaves are so dry that they can make a crisp sound when stepped on, and can be ignited at a touch.

  The villagers sat dryly in their houses, their faces numb, as if they were just waiting to die.

   But seeing the soldiers, they still ran out and surrounded them, with bright hope bursting out of their dead eyes.