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Chapter 157 Spring Drought
When Qingzhu saw her coming back, he hurriedly greeted her, "Qi Niangzi."

He Lingjiang nodded and looked in the direction of the Lin family: "Is the mother safe?"

"Yes, mother and child are safe." Qingzhu replied.

Wang Li and her daughter-in-law had also returned. Seeing He Lingjiang returning from the outside, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where did the lady go?"

"I can't sleep, but I just walked around." He Lingjiang explained with a smile.

"Yo, where did this bird come from, so beautiful?"

He Lingjiang walked under the lamp, Wang Li's wife was sharp-eyed, and at a glance, she saw a bird with gorgeous wings on her shoulder.

The bird glanced at her, then turned her head.

He Lingjiang's brows were slightly curved, and his eyes were full of smiles: "I don't know where it came from, so I refused to leave."

"Then this is recognition of the master. It shows that this bird has some spirituality." Wang Li said with a smile, and then she took out a red seal and gave it to He Lingjiang, "Miss, don't dislike it, this is the thanks of the Lin family."

The daughter-in-law of the Lin family had just had a difficult childbirth. Thanks to Lady Qingzhu's method, the child was born smoothly.

Although I don't know if her method is really the key, but the daughter-in-law of the Lin family, who had already fainted, did wake up after Lady Qingzhu put down the umbrella and waved the willow branches, and gave birth to the child smoothly in one breath.

Just now, the Lin family has already thanked Mrs. Qingzhu, but she said that this method is just an old-fashioned method in her hometown, and her wife ordered her to do it.

Otherwise, she, a maid, can't rashly do such things that may not be good.

The Lin family heard that they were going to come to thank Lady Liu in person.

It's a pity that Mrs. Qingzhu refused to go back. She only said that her own lady always loves tranquility, and now it's the early morning, and she doesn't want others to disturb her.

The Lin family had no choice but to entrust her to transfer the letter to Lady Liu, and to pack another one for Lady Green Bamboo.

This was a happy event, and He Lingjiang did not reject it, but took it over.

After all this tossing, it was already dawn, and Wang Li's wife hurried to the kitchen to prepare everyone's breakfast.

He Lingjiang turned around and returned to the house first.

After breakfast, He Lingjiang and his party politely declined the words of Muzheng who wanted to stay with them for another day, so they set foot on the carriage and set off.

They went all the way to the southwest, hurrying during the day, and when the sun was about to set, they looked for a town or a village to settle down.

After five or six days in a row, they arrived in Shaoyang.

Poet He lifted the curtain of the car and looked at the scene outside, frowning slightly.

At this time, it is the spring of March, when everything should be revived and full of vitality.

However, in this Shaoyang area, the trees and branches are weak and weak, the flowers and plants are decadent, and even the sounds of the birds are a bit sad, and there is no spring vitality.

It's been a long journey today. He Zheng asked the people in the car across the carriage: "Qi Niangzi, Lord Shilang, it's noon. Would you like to take a break and make some repairs?"

"Row."

He Zheng found a forest on the side of the road that was protected from light and stopped.

Qingzhu Qiongzhi jumped out of the car first, took out the equipment from the carriage, and then asked He Ling Jiang Tong He Poet to get off the car.

He Lingjiang carried his skirt and his feet fell on the land of Shaoyang.

Underfoot is brown soil, and between walking, it seems to be able to gently raise a piece of dust, which is dry and tight.

She looked around, and from the green grass, she could guess that it probably hasn't rained for a long time here.

Poet He gave a "tsk" and shook his head with a sigh.

Qiongzhi had just laid a mat on the glade, and He Lingjiang sat on it, watching her as she was about to take out the tea set and water bag to make tea for the two of them.

He Lingjiang stopped her movement: "You don't need to make tea, just drink it like this, it's a waste of water."

This place is dry at first glance. He Zheng and a few went to the river to fetch water, but they may not be able to return as they wished. It is better to save some of the current water.

It's a waste to use it for washing and brewing tea.

Qiongzhi nodded, opened the water bag, poured two glasses of water in the cup and handed it to He Lingjiang and He Poet.

He Ling Jiang Fang drank a cup, and He Zheng and a few also came back with water.

"How?" Poet He asked, "Is there water?"

He Zheng nodded, but his face was not optimistic: "Looking at this river, it should be a big river. Now it seems that the water surface is almost bottoming out..."

This drought is so serious.

He Lingjiang's heart sank.

At this time, it is spring, and it is the season for sowing and farming. Now the spring drought is severe, and people's daily drinking water may be a problem, let alone irrigating crops and fields.

If the crops in the spring are not good, and the harvest is not good in the autumn, it is a ferocious year, and the people will have a hard time this year.

As the saying goes, after a major drought, there must be a major disaster, and this is also true.

However, this natural disaster is beyond human effort. I just hope that the officials here can handle it properly and reduce losses for the people.

After making some adjustments, the group moved forward again.

Gradually, villages could be seen looming on both sides of the road, and there were more pedestrians on the road.

He Lingjiang looked through the lifted car curtain and saw that most of the people were disgraced, and at a glance they knew that they were people from poor backgrounds.

They are all carrying or carrying a bucket and a basket filled with water, or walking in twos or threes, or walking alone, all seem to be heading in the same direction.

Poet He stuck his head out and asked an old man, "Old man, where are you going?"

The old man raised his tired head, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Go to the Temple of the Earth."

"Oh?" Poet He couldn't help but wonder, "What's going on today?"

"Lang Jun is a foreigner, right?" the old man asked curiously.

Poet He nodded: "Exactly, we happened to pass by Guidi."

The old man sighed: "Langjun is just passing by, and he can go to his place quickly. We native people, but we can't go."

He raised his head and pointed to the surroundings: "Lang Jun also looked at it. We are in drought here. It has not rained for three months since the first month."

There is no rain in March, and the water levels of the lakes and rivers in Shaoyang have dropped. Now, they have a tendency to dry up.

If the water in the vicinity is exhausted, then go to a place farther away. Now, there is no water available in this area for ten miles, and it is difficult to drink water.

"Is there still water in the Temple of Earth?" Poet He asked curiously.

The old man shook his head: "I want to find another water source now, but I'm afraid I have to go to a place twenty miles away."

"However, fortunately we have good people in Shaoyang. Every two days, we will pour water in front of this land temple. Everyone can go and get a bucket of water. The whole family can save some use, and they can use it for two days."

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help showing a bit of gratitude on his face.

(End of this chapter)