Type-Moon, the Ultimate Villain Simulator

But the next year, the harvest was good and he had more money, plus it happened to be the time when the Empress came to power.

More people are coming for entertainment.

Therefore, the stored food was wasted, and the year's prosperity made people become much lax.

By the third year, three years of prosperity had made people forget to be prepared for danger in times of peace.

It was also the following year, and right around that time, that famine broke out.

There was a plague of insects. Ants were walking in the wild, chirping as they did so. They were eating up thousands of acres of grass and stinging as they flew.

There was a severe drought, the ground was red for more than a thousand miles, and there was not a single cloud in the sky.

Perhaps someone has stored up a lot of food to survive such a cold winter. After all, there are many smart people, and excellent clan leaders will also make their people prepared.

But at the same time, there are many unwise people, or even more, who think that Jimin is a bandit with a knife, as fierce as a tiger or a leopard.

Those who are well prepared are surrounded by wolves.

The village could be looted at any time.

Therefore, there were quite a few refugees on the road.

What made Zhang Jue even more worried was that according to what the old immortal Nanhua said, the place where they were now was originally a vast plain besides Nanhua where the old immortal Nanhua was.

It is suitable for growing various crops, and some places outside the Great Wall also have more people living there, but not all places are suitable for growing crops.

Their harvest will only be smaller.

The suffering they endured was definitely greater than here.

Along the way, Zhang Jue returned home worriedly.

As soon as I entered the door, I started talking to Aong.

"Aong, do you know?"

"Of course I know what you're going to say."

When Aong saw Zhang Jue, instead of being surprised, he scolded him, "You must have seen a lot of refugees along the way."

"Why did you come down the mountain at this time? Do you know that there is not much food at home during famine? If you come down, won't you become a member of Huo Huo's family?"

"We originally stored some food and could share it with the neighbors to get through the day. Now there's one more mouth to feed, and it's growing so strong!"

The more he talked, the angrier Aung became.

He picked up the stick in his hand and wanted to whip Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue said aggrievedly: "Aunt, I didn't know the situation in the mountain. I went up there at the beginning of the year hoping to study for a while longer, but now is the time to come down the mountain."

"That's because you didn't learn well. An immortal should be able to tell fortunes, but you're useless. You can't even tell the situation below the mountain with just a few calculations."

Zhang Jue kept crying out that he was innocent.

After all, even the old immortal Nanhua seems unable to do this.

According to Nanhua Laoxian, immortals also have their limits! If you want to surpass your limits, you can only stop being a human!

When the old immortal Nanhua said this, there was a hint of inexplicable smile on his face.

But Zhang Jue still remembered what the Immortal Nanhua said, that everything has its limits.

Then isn't it normal that you can't do the math?

But Aung doesn't care about that.

He just wanted to know that seeing Zhang Jiao's strong appearance, he was afraid that his family would have one more mouth to feed.

You could have eaten better at the immortal's place, but you ran down instead.

Unfilial son.

There was a lot of fighting and the situation finally ended when Zhang's mother came out.

When Zhang's mother saw Zhang Jiao and heard what Grandfather had said, she also sighed and said, "Why did you choose to come to this world? With Grandfather like you at home, we don't have to worry about anything. Your uncle's family will also help us. There is nothing to worry about at home."

"But as for food, you don't know that these days one ounce of elm bark is worth ten coins."

"Some people even say that the white soil in the north of the mountain is edible, saying it is blessed by the gods and is divine soil."

"I heard from your grandfather that a few days ago, someone was running in the alley with bones. Maybe he wanted to get some oil, but those bones... didn't look like livestock."

"Based on my mother's experience, in the next few days, there will probably be even less food. I don't know where all the food has gone. It was clearly a bumper year, but perhaps because of the drought, all the granaries caught fire."

Zhang Jue remembered that the old immortal said that starting a fire was the best way to settle accounts.

Death has no evidence.

The old immortal also said that there was once a monkey who used his own strength to fight in heaven and on earth for five hundred years, and brought tens of millions of immortal fruits, hundreds of millions of immortal pills, and countless bad debts to the world.

"Ugh."

Zhang's mother sighed and said, "Yesterday, I wanted your grandfather to buy something, but he said someone was selling meat soup outside. He took a look and didn't have the courage to buy anything else, so he just ran away. Your uncle worked with him at the time, and saw many people gathered around wanting to buy meat soup."

"But where can we get meat these days?"

Having not seen her child for a long time, Zhang's mother suddenly dumped out all her stress.

Zhang Jue broke out in a cold sweat after listening to this.

He quickly said, "Don't worry, mother. I have learned the magic now and returned. There will be no problem. We can even open a free clinic to help some refugees."

"Immortal magic?"

The old man grinned and said, "I think you can't even tell fortunes, you're just a fool!"

"Old Immortal, help me."

As soon as Aong finished speaking, a basin of water was poured down on his head.

"Ah, old man! You are right. I didn't learn it. I wanted to make it rain in the fields, but I made it rain in the wrong place."

Many of the things Zhang Jue and the Immortal Nanhua learned could be said to be without any respect for hierarchy.

The family members also got used to it and were taught by Zhang Jue that this was a more natural form of equality.

Faced with this kind of thing, Zhang's mother was the first to burst out laughing.

The two younger brothers appeared with chubby bodies, just like Zhang Jiao in the past.

The old man was so angry that he groaned and said, "Well, if you have this ability, you might as well go and pray for rain. At least the food can be preserved and more people can live."

When Zhang Jue heard this, he quickly stood up and said, "Ah Weng, I can go to Qiuyu."

As he said this, he called his two brothers to go to his uncle's house and find someone to build an altar in the field.

People knew that Zhang Jue seemed to have some abilities, especially his uncle's family who knew it better.

So they built an altar for Zhang Jue and killed an old dog as a sacrifice.

Since the beginning of the year, people have been praying for rain everywhere and calling on heaven.

Praying for rain is a normal thing.

So no one is surprised.

"Combining the creation of heaven and earth, please help me, old immortal!!"

Thunder rumbled and rain fell.

"Jiao, you are really capable. But it will take some time for the crops to grow."

"If you have time, pray for rain in other places as well. Maybe more people will survive."

Zhang Jue looked at the wilderness plain.

Walk down the altar silently.

With such a large area of ​​land, can I really use what I have learned to bring about autumn rains one by one and help people overcome their difficulties?

Free clinics cannot save hunger.

Whether the magic can be done well.

Or...even magic cannot save the world.

Chapter 7: The old potato fairy finally became French fries, and the people followed him with the yellow scarf (a recommended chapter)

Running tiredly in the wilderness.

These days it’s hard for ordinary people to even find a donkey.

Rather than letting your family starve to death or be stolen by others, it is better to slaughter them in advance and make bacon.

Something hidden is always harder to find than a living thing.

Therefore, Zhang Jue could only use his feet to measure the land and walk over it.

Continuously provide rainwater.

But a city has so much scope.

There are villages below the county town.

There are counties above the county towns.

Three days and nights.

It was exactly like the time when Zhang Jiao was looking for the immortal Nanhua.

Never slept and could hardly sit down to eat a bite.

I could only walk on the road carrying the Hu pancake.

If you have time, find some hot water and soak the fried grains in the water, you can still eat some of them.

But apart from that, no matter who tried to stop Zhang Jue and wanted to host a banquet for him after he donated rainwater, Zhang Jue refused.

The road ahead is long and it is not easy to complete.

After the county seat is finished, it will be the other county seats until the entire county is free of drought.

The counties are free from drought and are all states.

After the states, there are still nine states.

Outside the Nine Provinces is the world.

There are still many people suffering in this world.

"Can I really do it on my own?"

Zhang Jue looked into the distance with sorrow.

"Master, I..."

thump.

"Someone, come and help!"

"Master Zhang is tired, please bring the water over."

"Brother Zhang is dying. There is no hope for us."

"Fuck you."

Before Zhang Jue could finish his words, he fell to the ground with a thud.

The other relatives and friends who followed Zhang Jue, the refugees, and the guards driven out from various villages were naturally in chaos.

Leaderless.

Until busy at night.

Zhang Jue just barely opened his eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the night sky.

A night sky where even moonlight cannot penetrate.

I have never seen the stars shine.

Whenever there is a disaster year, if there is no star god on duty in the night sky, it is also a sign of disaster.