I started as an exile, and I relied on space to support my family of loyal heroes.

"Hey, since we've built such a high altar for praying for rain this time, it should be able to bring rain, right?"

"Of course it can. It's already in the sky..."

"If it doesn't rain, I really can't bear it anymore. My mother is dying of thirst, and my father is dying too, wuwu..."

"God bless, God bless...May tomorrow's prayer for rain go smoothly..."

"..."

The refugees muttered a few words, then knelt down and kowtowed to the rain-making altar, praying for a smooth rain.

Xiao Yunhao frowned, left the crowd immediately, and walked towards the manor of Wanfu in the suburbs of Beijing...

......

"Mom, there's no water in the well. Why don't we go back to the capital?"

Wan Xingzhi grabbed Madam Wan's arm and pleaded in a hoarse voice.

Madam Wan frowned as she looked at the mud that had come out of the well and sighed deeply.

"Hey~"

In the capital, you can still moisten your mouth with a sip of water every day.

When we arrived at the farm, we could only get a little silt from the well. After half a day, only a little water could come out, which was enough to moisten our lips at most.

Mrs. Wan raised her hand and rubbed her son's head.

Her throat was so dry that it hurt when she opened her mouth.

"Zhi'er, hold on a little longer."

The master told them to stay at the farm for two or three days and then go quietly to Guangfeng City.

However, there were more and more refugees at the city gate in recent days, and she didn't dare to take the old lady and the old woman to Guangfeng City in a carriage.

Although the horses were also skinny, she was afraid that the hungry refugees would steal and kill them.

The servant went out to look for water these days, and every time he came back his face was pale with fear.

When they asked, they found out that people from the capital were seen leaving the city in horse-drawn carriages, and the horses were eaten alive by the refugees.

"Mom - I'm thirsty!"

Wan Xingzhi was so thirsty that his whole body was itching. He even wanted to bite himself and drink some blood to quench his thirst.

Madam Wan frowned and looked towards the gate of Zhuangzi.

"When your father comes back, there will be water to drink..."

"..."

Xiao Yunhao hid in the pavilion next to the well, frowning as he looked at his sister-in-law and nephew.

He asked why there were suddenly so many people on the farm. It turned out that his father-in-law had asked his family to hide on the farm first.

Xiao Yunhao couldn't bear to see his sister-in-law and nephew with dry lips.

However, now is not the time for him to show up.

He had to meet his father-in-law, Wan Yuandong, before talking about the water issue.

Along the way, he discovered that the closer he got to the capital, the more severe the drought became.

If it weren't for my fourth brother's wife who prayed for rain for several cities in the northwest, I'm afraid more people would have died of drought in the northwest.

If there is no food, we can wait for the court to send people to provide disaster relief, but if there is no water, there is really no way out.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xiao Yunhao immediately walked towards the secret passage.

Although there are many people in the village, they all look listless.

If you don’t drink enough water for a long time, your reaction ability will be much lower.

Xiao Yunhao successfully found the secret passage.

The secret passage was a warehouse, and it was obvious that no one had been in there for a long time.

Xiao Yunhao frowned, raised his hand to disperse the spider webs, found the entrance to the secret passage, and jumped directly in.

The secret passage that was damp in the past has now become extremely dry.

Xiao Yunhao breathed lightly and quickened his pace.

When Xiao Yunhao came out of the rockery in the yard of Wan Yuandong's mansion, it was already completely dark.

He was also covered in dust.

Xiao Yunhao looked around vigilantly and frowned in confusion.

This Wan Mansion is too quiet and cold.

"tui~"

"tuitui~"

Xiao Yunhao gently spat out the dust in his mouth, raised his hand to wipe his face, and shook off the dust on his body.

The secret passage was so stuffy and smelly that he was almost suffocating.

"Whoo~"

Xiao Yunhao breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed, and jumped directly onto the nearest roof.

He stood up slightly and looked around. In the entire Wan Mansion, only the study room had the light on.

Xiao Yunhao rushed over in two or three steps.

He lay on the roof of the study, gently lifted the tiles and looked inside the study.

"Um!?"

Xiao Yunhao's brows immediately frowned when he saw this.

How did my father-in-law's study become so simple?

There is just a desk and two chairs.

It shouldn't be.

This is not like his father-in-law's style.

Wan Yuandong loves calligraphy and painting, and he loves staying in the study.

His study is filled with calligraphy and paintings by various celebrities, as well as his father-in-law's own calligraphy and paintings.

Every time he came to his father-in-law's study, his father-in-law would pick up his brush and write down his mood and emotions at that time.

Then Wan Yuandong would invite him to appreciate the calligraphy and painting he had just written…

In his own study there are many handwritten calligraphy and paintings given by his father-in-law.

If it wasn't a calligraphy or painting written by my father-in-law himself, he would be reluctant to give it to him, fearing that he would be a wild boar and not be able to appreciate the fine grains, and would waste good things.

Moreover, the desk, bookshelf and various study items in Wan Yuandong's study were mostly gifts from him.

Whenever he went out to fight and got something good, he would bring it back and give it to Wan Yuandong.

How come everything suddenly disappeared? This is not like his father-in-law's usual style.

Xiao Yunhao frowned, lay down in confusion, and observed it carefully again.