Chapter 48 Helping My Own Little Girl (1/2)

Yan Yu came to this era and wandered aimlessly for eight years, merely seeking a quiet place to eke out a living.

Until he met Ruan Tang.

He met his little girl.

From that moment on, the world gained meaning.

As for the lives of others, natural disasters and man-made calamities...

What does it have to do with him?

Yan Yu's icy gaze swept past the flustered crowd and precisely locked onto the petite figure peeking out from the edge of the threshing ground.

Instantly, his furrowed brows relaxed.

Little girl.

So lively.

She certainly didn't know that her spiritual power had been enveloping her from the very beginning.

His mind was constantly imprinting her every move, every smile, and every gesture, leaving an indelible mark on his soul.

So cute.

I want to kiss you.

Tsk.

Why isn't it time to get off work yet!

Ruan Tang was completely unaware of Yan Yu's inner thoughts.

She was currently gathered under the old locust tree with several other women, listening to their sighs and lamentations.

"The weather is so stuffy and humid. It's okay for the wheat that's spread out, but I'm afraid the wheat in the fields that hasn't been harvested yet will get moldy overnight!" Chen Fengxia frowned and sighed heavily.

Zhao Guizhi also worried: "That's right! This is our brigade's hope for the whole year. If it really rots, we won't be able to pay the grain tax, and we'll have to tighten our belts for the rest of the year!"

The women in charge of the household chatted amongst themselves, their brows furrowed with deep, unyielding worry.

As Ruan Tang listened, she also became nervous.

She stood up, walked to the edge of the threshing ground, and squatted down to look at the wheat spread out on the ground.

The batch that arrived this morning is doing well; most of the moisture has already been removed.

But the batch that arrived in the afternoon was no longer suitable.

A distinctive sour, rotten smell, characteristic of fermented grain, kept wafting into my nose. When I dug it open with my hand, I saw that it was already showing signs of heat underneath.

Just as Ruan Tang was wrinkling her nose and examining herself closely, the "Green Vine Cloud Mist Technique" within her body silently began to operate on its own.

A faint, cool sensation flowed through her meridians.

The tender Ruomu sapling beside her spiritual root seemed to have been tickled, and excitedly shook its leaves.

Immediately afterwards, a faint green light emanated from between the branches and leaves of the Ruomu tree.

Ruan Tang felt as if the moisture in the damp wheat field beneath her feet was forcibly drawn out by an invisible hand, turning into specks of crystalline green light that rushed into her spiritual root and were completely absorbed by Ruomu.

The leaves of the Ruomu tree seem to have become greener and more vibrant.

The spiritual energy that returns is becoming increasingly pure.

This is... an incredible stroke of luck!

Ruan Tang was overjoyed, but when she looked down, she froze.

The small patch of wheat at her feet was completely dry, its color a bright golden yellow.

Beside them, the wheat remained damp and dark in color.

The contrast is just too obvious!

If someone sees her, they'll probably think she's a monster and arrest her!

Ruan Tang's heart skipped a beat. She quickly started walking around the wheat field, pretending to look around.

Wherever she went, a small patch of wheat would be quietly dried.

She walked quickly, like a guilty little fox, trying her best to make the traces she left behind less abrupt.

When Yan Yu pushed the cart back, this was the scene he saw.

His little girl wandered around in a pile of wheat, her face flushed red from the sun, and fine beads of sweat glistening on the tip of her nose.