During the Jing Dynasty, in Qingshan Village, there was no rain for forty-three days, and the rivers cracked and the wells dried up.
When Lin Sui opened her eyes, she was tied up in the ruined temple by Wu Hua Da. The second aunt took five taels of silver to sell her as a concubine, but when she refused, the whole village said that she was the reincarnation of the Han Demon, and they would set up a fire to offer sacrifices to the Dragon King at noon tomorrow. Burn her to death and it will rain.
Fortunately, she can return to the present day while sleeping.
There is an extra APP on my phone that cannot be removed.
Distance to severe drought: fourteen days.
Distance to the passage of the locust plague: sixty-two days.
Distance to the spread of dysentery: seventy-four days.
Countdown to host's death: nineteen hours and thirty-seven minutes.
While others were tied to the altar and crying for their father and mother, Lin Sui went back to Hyundai overnight to shop for goods.
She wrapped the fire blanket tightly around her body and covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel. When the fire reached its peak, she stood up from the center of the fire. There was a great silver light and white steam steaming, and the whole village knelt down and shouted to the Dragon Girl.
From then on it was out of control.
Antibiotics, water purification tablets, compressed biscuits, six tactical vests and one hundred and eight pockets, she moved to ancient times one night. In the year of disaster, gold is cheaper than earth. A gold lock piece left by her mother can be converted into 28,000 yuan in modern times. The capital cycle has increased, and half of the warehouse and supermarket has been emptied by her.
While others were munching on tree bark, her team was left with nothing but white rice.
While others were waiting to die from the disease, she sealed wells with lime and distributed medicine to each household.
The villagers who originally held torches to burn her later blocked the entrance of the courtyard and kowtowed: "Dragon Girl, take us away."
Only the cold-faced hunter with the scar on his brow knew that this woman's food was conjured out of thin air.
She squatted in the fire and counted the few dozen breaths of her heartbeat, while he watched her for a whole stick of incense on the slope.
