Mr. Bronze took the sweet ball and held it carefully in his hand as if he had found a treasure.
The rough palm slowly scratched the surface of the sweet ball.
This is definitely the most perfect handicraft he has ever seen!
In this era, I'm afraid only ghosts can create it, right?
"And... why do you feel that the method of making this Warcraft Ball is somewhat similar to my method...?"
A layman can be lively, but an expert can watch the door.
Of course, in comparison, my own methods are much cruder and primitive.
The latter's technique is more like an extension on its own basis and a secondary creation...
strangeness.
When Mr. Bronze raised his head, he reluctantly handed the sweet ball back to Xiaozhi.
After all, it is someone else's property. Although Mr. Bronze is old, he still has martial ethics.
But the way he looked at the latter completely changed.
So Mr. Bronze smiled, looking like a kind old man, and pulled Xiaozhi into the wooden house.
"Come, young man, come to my home and chat..."
The two of them, plus the forgotten granddaughter Shihui, entered the wooden house.
...
Although it was still hot inside the wooden house, the temperature was much lower than outside.
Maybe the juniper bark on the roof really has a cooling effect...
"Young man, where did your magic beast ball come from...?"
Mr. Bronze asked Xiaozhi to take a seat and asked softly.
Only then did he notice that Xiaozhi's dress and accent didn't look like a local.
"Is this the Electric Mouse's Warcraft puppet? It's so weird..."
Looking at Pikachu hanging on Xiaozhi's back, Mr. Bronze reached out and touched the latter's belly.
Hot...
Skin..."
Pikachu still seemed to be down, repeating meaningless sounds.
"Hey, are you still making a sound?"
Mr. Bronze's eyes suddenly brightened.
"Haha, it's just a doll that can make sounds and heat up, it's no big deal..."
Xiaozhi quickly hugged Pikachu in his arms, fearing that Mr. Bronze from the Great Inventor would dismantle his Pikachu.
anyway...
"By the way, Mr. Bronze, what time is it now!?"
Xiaozhi suddenly stood up and asked loudly.
This is the key. He never knew that he had traveled to that year.
"Time? It's 8:30 in the morning."
Mr. Bronze was stunned and replied inexplicably.
Xiaozhi: "..."
This illustrated answer made him sit down again.
Eh...
...
After some understanding, Xiaozhi realized that the current year is 350 years away from his time!
Xiaozhi's heart was very big, and he gradually started to get excited.
"Wow, Brother Chi, are you excited? We actually traveled back to the world 350 years ago!"
He urgently needs a tool to share his joy.
Just like Mr. Bronze, Xiaozhi is urgently needed to show off the coconut balls.
red:"..."
He just remained silent.
He was so excited that he even traveled from the electronic world to the real world without any worries or even blinking.
When he opened his eyes before and saw that he was surrounded by real high-definition images instead of a pixel mosaic landscape, Chi knew that this was not his hometown.
Then again, when you know that the world you once lived in is just a world in a video game.
Chi doesn't have much idea about returning to his hometown...
"Wait, 350 years ago!?"
At this time, Xiaozhi suddenly stood up again.
Startled, I looked at Mr. Bronze and Shi Hui next to me, and they were also confused.
As for the legend of Jupi Town that I heard before, it was only said to be hundreds of years ago, but there is no actual number for the specific year.
But the hot air outside, the dry ground...
Xiaozhi is almost certain that this is the time when the legend of Jupi Town happened.
Is he going to be involved in the legend?
Shock.
"Young man, you let me see this World of Warcraft ball, I must thank you..."
At this time, Mr. Bronze next to him suddenly turned around and entered the inner room, took out a cowhide kettle, and moved carefully.
Full of it.
Ever since he saw and even touched the sweet ball in person, he felt like countless fantastic ideas were bursting out in his mind.
Xiaozhi took the kettle without thinking.
Just in time, I'm dying of thirst.
And to personally participate in the legend, you also need to drink water to calm down.
"Gulu gulu..."
So Xiaozhi raised his neck and drank all the water in the kettle.
In the hot environment, the cold water flowed continuously through his throat, making Xiaozhi moan quite happily.
"Comfortable!"
"Hey! This water is..."
Just seeing this scene, the expression of the grandfather and grandson next to him changed, and Shi Hui wanted to say something.
But soon, Mr. Bronze pulled her back and shook his head.
This operation of the Riddler made Xiaozhi stunned and innocent.
"Ah? What happened to me?"
Mr. Bronze just smiled bitterly and waved his hand.
"To be honest, that was all our water source for two days..."
He originally planned to take a small cup and pour Xiaozhi a drink.
Unexpectedly, the other party regarded it as beer and drank it directly.
Judging from the posture, he probably drank it all and not a drop was left.
This sentence made Xiaozhi even more confused.
The water in this kettle is only 500cc, right? Two days?
He usually drinks at least 5000cc a day.
Just looking at the wry smiles on his grandson's and grandson's faces, Xiaozhi suddenly became stretched...
"Ah, sorry, I thought..."
"It's fine..."
Mr. Bronze waved his hand, indicating not to feel any psychological pressure.
"Actually, our Huipi Village has been suffering from drought and water shortage all year round. Only the well east of the village entrance still has water, but it has become less and less recently."
Their grandfather and grandson could only receive one jug of water in two days.
"The well to the east...?"
Xiaozhi remembered that in his time, there was a large well east of Jupi Town, which was also a place used to worship the God of Slowpoke.
Well of Slowpoke.
...
"Mr. Bronze, can you tell me about the situation here?"
Soon, Xiaozhi sat down and his expression became serious.
After drinking other people's precious well water, Xiaozhi felt that he had to do something.
The first step is to obtain information.
Mr. Bronze sighed, rubbed Shi Hui's head, and said slowly:
"The drought in our Huipi Village has lasted for three years..."
In the first two years, the well water was able to support it, but this year, it has been particularly difficult.
Because that well is going to dry up.
"Not only the water source, but also the food here is running low..."
Speaking of this, Mr. Bronze's face flashed a bit of weirdness and embarrassment.
There is not enough water and food, which makes the entire villagers in Huipi Village look sallow and malnourished.
"Two years ago, a troubadour came to our Huipi Village, but he finally walked around and just shook his head."
"In the end, I only left a small mountain of rice, a small mountain of noodles, and a piece of gold lock, and left..."
Because it is a metaphysical thing, even though rice and noodles are food, no one in the village dares to touch them.
It is still piled on the east side of the village, next to the well.
Xiaozhi: "?"
It was originally a rather sentimental and tragic story, but why did it suddenly turn into a fantasy?
"Then why don't you move?"
Xiaozhi asked curiously.
"Well, because I don't want to leave my hometown... But this drought has lasted for three years and has not ended. The villagers of Huipi Village have already planned to move collectively..."
Mr. Bronze nodded and sighed sadly.
If Xiaozhi comes a few days later, there will probably be no one in this village...