The villain was shocked: his mother used a ghost to coax the child

Zhao Chen looked at her fourth daughter-in-law with some confusion.

The latter just raised an eyebrow in Haruki's direction.

Before Zhao Chen could react, the voice of her second son came back to her.

"Girl, do you have any manners? How can you search the kitchen when you are in someone else's house?"

Haruki was stunned and spoke haltingly.

"No, no, I didn't. I didn't put sugar in it. No, I didn't mess around."

Hearing this answer, the faint disdain on Zhao Zhiwu's face turned into confusion.

"Are you...are you sick?"

Hearing him say this in a serious tone, Wen Qingliu almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Haruki let out a confused cry.

"If you're not sick, why would you ask me how it tastes? Could it be that the water you drink has a flavor?"

"Listen to my second brother. If there is any problem, go get it treated right away. It's not too late."

"I'm not sick, Brother Zhao, don't you like me?"

Chunxi's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at Zhao Zhiwu with her pitiful almond eyes.

The latter nodded and answered seriously.

"I don't like you."

"Did I do something wrong? Brother Zhao, do you have any misunderstandings about me?"

As Haruki spoke, tears welled up in his eyes and tears as big as beans rolled down.

Wet the land.

Zhao Zhiwu looked at her in confusion. Didn’t she ask the question herself?

I still cry after answering.

I really don’t know why, I’m crying and looking so ugly.

Her wife is still pretty. Even when she is crying, Ling Yun is as beautiful as a fairy.

Zhao Chen was not panicked at all now.

How could she forget that her second son was a stubborn person?

That guy's mouth is so deceptive that it's killing people. Only Lingyun can stand him.

Chunxi was shocked. What a fool! No wonder he had to live in this village all his life.

How could there be someone who doesn't even know the most basic courtesy and gentleness towards women?

"Mr. Zhao, hurry up and get your water bags and buckets. The village chief's house is flooded."

There is a small river in the village, and the water used for farming is usually taken from the river.

But a few months ago, the water level of the river began to drop.

Today, only the river water that once seeped into the soil is struggling.

Moreover, the ground is dry and cracked, and has been blown by sand and dust countless times.

In serious cases, a person wearing clean clothes in the morning will turn into a mud figure after a sandstorm.

What is even more unbearable is that the weather is so hot that even the wind that blows up the dust can make people sweat all over.

It's just hot wind.

The village chief's courtyard is in a good location and has a large space. A well was dug there, so even if there are people living there, every family can still have drinking water.

As for farming, people are already hungry, so how can they have the energy to take care of the crops?

But the water in the well is to be distributed to everyone in the village.

The water level is dropping day by day, and the speed of dropping is very fast. It looks like it won’t last much longer.

"Hey."

Zhao Chen responded to the woman passing by.

Fortunately, they have their treasure Qingliu at home, and they stored water as soon as the weather started to get hot.

I had followed Wei back to Weijiazhuang before. That place is close to the mountains, and I don’t know where she found the mountain spring.

It stored a lot of water. It was magical that the yellow talisman paper was not big, but it could store so much water.

And no matter what, it's paper, and it can actually blend with water.

She took Cui and several water bags from home to the village chief's house to fill them with water.

Although her family had water stored by her four daughters-in-law, it was hard to tell when that water would be of great use.

However, she drank much less water, after all, there were many people in her family.

The amount of water that was brought home was almost the same as that of a family with only seven or eight people.

"Mrs. Chen, you're here."

Because there are so many people with the surname Zhao in the village, and the younger ones like to call her sister-in-law in order to appear closer.

If you meet someone on the street and want to say hello, just call out "Sister Zhao."

They would always turn their heads around, and sometimes the neighbor’s wife would come out and ask what was wrong.

The current village chief of Zhaojia Village, Zhao Mingde, had a good relationship with Zhao Chen's deceased husband.

The age difference between the two is about eight or nine years.

I didn't like to call her Sister-in-law Zhao, but after a while I slowly started calling her Sister-in-law Chen.

"Hey, Mingde, how are you, is there enough water?"

Speaking of this, Village Chief Zhao sighed.

"To be honest, Sister Chen, I'm afraid I won't last for a few more days. My father said last night..."

Having said this, Village Chief Zhao closed his eyes and spoke in a muffled voice.

"If it keeps getting this hot, I'm afraid no one will be able to stay here."

Speaking of this, Zhao Chen also felt a little uncomfortable.

She has lived in Nanlian County for more than 40 years, married and had children here.

Then I watched my children grow up, get married, and my grandchildren were born.

I have experienced so much here.

It can be said that this area is the root of Chen Zhaodi.

But sometimes, you really have to dig out the roots and move them to another place in order to survive.

"There is no water. We must find a place with water to survive."

"Sister-in-law, I understand the reason, I'm just worried that some elderly people are unwilling to move."

"I won't talk about others, but my father has been so worried these past two days that he couldn't even eat. I thought something was wrong, but when I asked him, I found out that it was because of the lack of rain and drought, and he was reluctant to go south."

As Zhao Mingde was speaking, his father Zhao Laogen walked out of the house.

"I'm getting old, but I don't want to walk anymore. Now I've seen through it. I can't just hang around a tree and wait to die."

"Son, gather everyone together later, ask them to pack up their things at home in the next two days, and set a date."

Zhao Laogen sighed silently and looked up at the sky, but the scorching sun made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

"We, it's time to go."

Zhao Mingde responded, he couldn't tell what his mood was at the moment.

Those who advised his father were all thinking that it was time to go, that God wanted people to die, and now his father has agreed.

Before he left, he began to miss the morning and evening trees in Zhaojia Village.

"I'll go and ring the bell."

There is a bell in the center of the village. Whenever there is an important event, the bell is rung to gather the villagers together.

"We just finished releasing the water, why is the bell ringing again?"

"Yeah yeah."

When most people had gathered, Zhao Mingde made his hands into a trumpet shape.

"Uncles, madams, brothers and sisters, you can all see that there is no water in the ditch."

"The well at my house is no longer producing water. After a few days, it can no longer produce water, and the crops we harvested have all gone."

"Everyone, get ready. It's time for us to leave Zhaojia Village."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people started shouting. Some said there was no need to leave, and some said couldn’t we leave a few days later?

Some even started to cry on the spot.

"Mother, mother, there's a letter from the county magistrate's wife."

Wen Qingliu had a close relationship with the county magistrate's wife, and everyone in the village knew about it.

What she told others was that when the store was first opened, her wife came here all the time and they became familiar with each other after coming here and there.

Zhao Chen took the letter in a hurry.

"I can't read, Qingliu, what's written?"

Wen Qingliu sighed and said, "Mom, you can ask the village chief to read it."