My Dear Grandson, Our Ancestors Are Waiting for Your Disaster Relief Food.

Dai Viet Dynasty, Linjia Village, ancestral hall. The head of the Lin family devoutly burned incense and prayed: "Dear ancestors, Dai Viet has suffered a severe drought that has not been seen in a century. Many crops have failed to harvest. The rivers in our Lin family village that have never dried up will soon dry up. The 18th generation of the unfilial son of the Lin family prays to our ancestors to protect us from the disaster. If there is any hidden food, let us know in our dreams." The fifteen-year-old Lang Lin Changan behind him laughed out loud: "Master, our ancestors are all very poor. How can we hide food for us? In my opinion, it is better to pray for my descendants." The clan leader huffed and clenched the cigarette rod. The young man clasped his hands indifferently: "My descendants, I am your ancestor Lin Chang'an. Your ancestors are currently suffering from natural disasters and drought, and are about to die of hunger and thirst. If you are successful, please find a way to honor us." The patriarch picked up the cigarette rod and knocked the young man on the head: "You little boy, what nonsense are you talking about." "Grandpa, don't be so irritable." The young man held his head and wanted to hide, but suddenly appeared in the open space in front of the altar table in the ancestral hall: Northeast Wuchang Rice x 5 bags Baisui Mountain Mineral Water x 5 boxes Fresh fruits and vegetables x 5 boxes Patriarch:! ! ! ! Lin Changan: Is the ancestor showing his spirit? Or are descendants showing up? Copywritten on July 19, 2025 Intention: Live well.