The people of Fu'an Village have lived by the Fu'an River for generations, making a living by fishing and growing crops. It is the water of the Fu'an River that gives them hope for survival.

Therefore, everyone here believes in the water god, and every household will worship the water god and pray for a smooth life and everything is well every year.

Unexpectedly, the Fu'an River, which had always brought them hope in life, suddenly surged, threatening their lives and health.

Now, these people, led by Xu Jiang, knelt in front of her house, praying for safety and success.

Who is she?

It's just a ghost from another world.

Mountains will fall if you rely on them, water will flow if you rely on water, and run if you rely on people.

Since then, she has believed in the philosophy of relying on herself in everything.

When the flood rushed into the village and came along the flood ditch of the main road, the crowd was in chaos. Some people screamed and some fled in all directions.

"Come up quickly."

Xia Qianqian reached out and dragged Xu Jiang, who was closest to her, to the gate, and then dragged an old woman who had fallen.

The rest of the people woke up and climbed onto the edge of the road one after another.

The flood roared past where they stood just now, crossed each family's homestead, along the flood ditch in front of the avenue, and then hurriedly flowed into the distance.

The avenue in front of this gate has always been used as a road. I never thought that when it was first built, it existed as a flood discharge ditch.

Xia Qianqian's home is at the east end of the village. When the house was being built some time ago, the avenue at the door was renovated and extended forward.

At the end of the intersection, a deep ditch opened, leading directly to the Fu'an River not far away.

When the floodwater passed by her house, it was blocked by tall sandbags and left in a deep ditch not far away, rushing straight out of the village.

The villagers looked at this magical scene in front of them, and their gratitude to Xia Qianqian could not be expressed in words.

In this disaster, without her, their house, which had been in disrepair for a long time, would have collapsed due to a heavy rainstorm.

Without her warning, the flood ditch would have been in disrepair for a long time, and floods would have flowed wildly and destroyed the foundation.

If she hadn't stopped them yesterday, their family might have died trying to catch the fish flying in the river.

As for the edamame and corn at home, if it weren’t for her, she wouldn’t have harvested them in advance.

After a major disaster, there is no harvest, and there is no food left at home. The life of the poor is even more difficult, and there is a possibility of starvation to death.

The people in front of me combined various coincidences and came to a conclusion.

She is the person favored by the river god and the water god’s messenger who can predict good and bad luck.

This morning, seeing Fu'an Jiang in a critical moment, everyone despaired of themselves and hoped that she could point out a clear way.

Now, as the flood pours in and passes through the village, the crisis that oppresses everyone has been lifted invisibly.

"Thank you, Immortal Envoy, for saving my life." Someone expressed his thanks.

The others also bowed to her.

Xia Qianqian turned to Xu Jiangfu Yifu beside her and said seriously: "Village Chief, you and other fellow villagers must not give me such a big gift, I can't bear it."

She glanced at the faces of her fellow villagers and said solemnly: "What I said yesterday is only because my father used to practice stargazing when he was young, and I was taught by him when I was young, so I understand a little bit."

"Everyone, please rest assured that this rain will continue continuously, but it will definitely not last more than ten days. There are soldiers guarding the flood control embankment. We can wait at home and have no worries about our lives."

"Xia Chi can actually do astrology?" Xu Jiang couldn't believe it.

"Yes." Xia Qianqian's face remained as usual and she said affirmatively.

Xu Jiang was suspicious, but couldn't say anything, so he took a group of people and returned home in the rain.

After the heavy rainstorm, continuous drizzle continued for four days. The water in the Fu'an River became higher every day. Fortunately, the water level on the avenue in front of my house remained stable. It reached the top of the front steps and never rose again.

The weather was bad, and Li Yunniang lay ill on the kang, coughing.

On weekdays, apart from cooking and boiling medicine, Xia Qianqian keeps cleaning the edamame in the house.

I picked most of the edamame in the field and put them all on the mat to dry, so I was afraid that they would get moldy.

Just after noon on the fifth day, Uncle Wang came in the rain. As soon as he entered the door, he looked sad.

Xia Qianqian asked why.

It turned out that he was responsible for guiding the soldiers and cement to build the embankment that day. Unexpectedly, it rained that day and the river surged, washing away the repaired gap.

For this reason, he has been worried, fearing that the general would look for him to accuse him later.

Bricks used in building houses with cement must wait for them to dry before they become strong.

Such a huge flood naturally has poor effects.

Xia Qianqian comforted him and asked him for some advice on making tofu.

When it comes to tofu, Uncle Wang has endless things to say.

He has always liked to eat tofu since he was young.

Going forward more than ten years, every time during the Willow Tree Fair, he would always go to the market to buy a piece of milky tofu from the lady. When he came home, the tofu was still hot.

His mother-in-law would always give him a tofu to eat.

Fried tofu, tofu soup, shaved chicken tofu.

I never thought that so many years would pass by in the blink of an eye, and his mother-in-law would be gone, and the old woman selling tofu would also pass away.

"Uncle Wang, how about we start a tofu business together?"

Xia Qianqian suggested: "Look, there are so many beans here. We made tofu and sold it at the market. What do you think?"

Uncle Wang looked at Xia Qianqian and said in disbelief: "Can you do it?"

"I bought a few books. Following the instructions above, can I try them?" Xia Qianqian blinked, looking eager to try.

Uncle Wang frowned and said in disbelief, "Son, making tofu is a hard job. The process is complicated and tiring?"

"I'm not afraid of hardship." Although she has 3,800 taels of silver in her pocket now, these silvers were given to her by her young masters spending huge sums of money.

The money you get from betting is just like buying a lottery ticket, you get it by luck.

As for her, she likes to try her luck, but more often than not, she prefers to compete with her strength.

"That's a good relationship!" Since Uncle Wang learned to bake bricks and build brick kilns with Xia Qianqian, he has 100% trust in her.

"How about I bring the edamame from home and you try it first?"

"No, I have it here."

"Your beans are meant to feed three people. If they get spoiled, you won't be able to eat enough. You should use mine. I can't eat that much by myself." Uncle Wang insisted stubbornly.

Xia Qianqian laughed dumbly.

Uncle Wang doesn't believe in her craftsmanship.

"Okay, if I am in short supply of beans, I will definitely get them from you. But I declare in advance that I will pay you silver per stone according to the market price."

"How could you, a child, be so ignorant?"

"Brothers are still settling accounts."

The two looked at each other and smiled happily.

In the afternoon, Xia Qianqian stood at the gate, staring blankly at the Fu'an River in the distance.

My mind couldn't help but reminisce about that day when I and Yuan Bao were trapped on the embankment slope. Cuttlefish took the risk to rescue them and got caught in another heavy rain.

For the past five days, he has been standing in front of the military parade, wondering how his health is.

Just when I was worried, several black spots appeared on the riverside in the distance. They were not eye-catching at first, but after a while, under the rain and fog, those black spots gradually turned into large ships.

Xia Qianqian's heart skipped a beat.
Chapter completed!