[Shuangwen + Make a fortune]
The sky and the dry land were rent asunder. Li Qiao held her daughter who was too hungry to cry. She looked at the lifeless village and felt pain in her heart.
Just when she was desperate, a few drops of clear water seeped out from her palm, showing vitality. She subconsciously put water on her daughter's chapped lips.
Unexpectedly, this water is very magical. The wasteland behind the house was watered for three days, and green sprouts sprouted. In just over a month, the rice ears are hanging down heavily, and the grain piles are so full that the warehouse is about to collapse.
Outside, the villagers are fighting for the grassroots. The aroma of her white-flour steamed buns spreads throughout the village. She pushed open the courtyard door and said to the hungry people: "If you want to eat, just use your strength in exchange."
Some people called her a witch, and some people wanted to steal her. She did not argue and diverted water to irrigate the fields. The next day, the fields were golden under the sun. She asked in front of everyone: "If this 'magic' can prevent everyone from starving to death, do you want it?"
As time went by, she went from being a widow that everyone shunned to becoming the person in charge of the job of a whole village. The spring water was becoming more and more effective, and she vaguely felt that it could not only save the fields, but also feed the shaky world.
One day, my daughter held up the steamed buns and asked with a little pout, "Mom, why don't they grow it themselves, and they always want to rob it?"
Li Qiao wiped the crumbs from her face, looked at the golden waves of rice, and said softly: "When people are afraid of hunger, they forget that their hands were born to cultivate the land."
