Meng Juntong was sent back to the house by Bai Yu, and just as he lay down, there was a strong sense of sleepiness.

Since she herself is a dream weaver, she is very alert to this sudden sleepiness at the moment, she reminds Bai Yu on the side to stay by her side, if she hasn't woken up after an hour, she will light a soul incense stick to lure her out of her dream in a relatively gentle way.

If the awakening incense is useless, then take a silver needle and prick her Tianchi, Parkway two acupoints, and use severe pain to frighten the dream.

Although Bai Yu has been practicing dream art recently, her realm is still far from reaching the fourth realm where she can use the Divine Rejuvenation Lightning.

So Meng Juntong asked her to wake herself up in the most simple and crude way.

The Dream Weaver knows better than anyone how far someone can go if they want to do something in a dream.

Bai Yu carefully remembered these in his heart and repeated them twice, and Meng Juntong relaxed his spirit and fell asleep slowly.

Meng Juntong fell asleep very quickly, almost with a snap of his fingers, and fell asleep.

In fact, she is far from worrying so much, not to mention that she has such a shocking merit treasure as Shao Huajun, just the spirit rhino chain where Bai Ze lives is a major means for her to protect herself from evil spirits.

The dream picture scroll was slowly unfolded in Meng Juntong's dreamland, which was a scene that Meng Juntong had never seen before.

Vast expanses of low earthen houses stood on the yellow earth, and the scorching sun overhead exposed the earth.

The place seems to be facing a huge drought.

In Meng Juntong's field of vision, there were several middle-aged people whose skin had been dried and cracked, and they were surrounding a hole, desperately poking their heads out to look inside.

"Brother Lu, have you seen the water head down there?" someone shouted loudly at the mouth of the cave.

It turned out that these people were digging a well, Meng Juntong stepped forward and wanted to take a closer look, the strange thing was that she didn't use the technique of escape in her dream, but the people around her still didn't seem to see her.

A man's deep voice came from the bottom of the deep mud well, and his voice buzzed down the shaft, echoing for a long time.

"Only wet mud!"

Everyone showed a disappointed look when they heard this, and there was only one child, crawling at the mouth of the well, looking at the well with a look of hope: "Daddy, come up quickly." ”

Soon, under the pull of everyone at the well, a man with a strong figure came out of the well.

This well was already the tenth they had drilled, and all the strong men in the whole village had to dig it in turn for five days before they could dig such a well, but so far, they still haven't seen a single source eye.

"Brother Lu, do you really think that there will be a water source here, could it be a mistake. "The voice of doubt has actually been there for a long time, but the people in these villages, firstly, believe in this craftsman surnamed Lu from the Central Plains, and secondly, they really have no other tricks, if they don't open a new well, relying on the past grain and water, they will die here in half a month at most.

There was a man in the team who was not very good-tempered, and said in a strange voice: "Take the water and food of the whole village, let everyone work with it for so long, and I haven't even seen a shadow of water, this Central Plains people ......"

"Aliman!" Immediately, someone in the group shouted at the grumbling young man.

"Don't forget, Lao Lu has dug three wells for our village, so that we can live in this wasteland for more than ten years! What's wrong with the people of the Central Plains, he saved us, he is our compatriot and our brother. ”

The person who spoke was the head of the village now, that is, the father of the Lu family who had taken in the village ten years ago, when the child by the well was still lying in swaddling clothes.

It is also such a drought year, this man surnamed Lu, with the young men of the village, in a place less than 300 steps away from the village, casually inserted a benchmark, so that the villagers can dig a well downward, saying that it is less than two zhang, and the head of the water will be seen.

At first, the villagers did not believe it, they had not tried to dig wells around the village, but they had never seen a well that could produce water, and they had to rush to the Mna River, more than 30 miles away, to fetch water for a drink.

However, in the year of disaster, the Muna River will be controlled by some large villages, and except for a small amount of water that can be exchanged for some necessities or rations, the people outside will not even think of carrying a bucket of water from the Muna River.

It is also miraculous, along the place where the man inserted the pole, the villagers just dug more than a foot deep, and then there was water gushing out.

Over the next decade, there were two more major droughts. They all spent smoothly with the help of the Lu family, and even sold water to the surrounding neighboring villages, which have been quite nourishing in recent years.

But now, it seems that God has taken away the man's perception of water from the man surnamed Lu.

Even ***, I haven't been able to hit a drop of water.

The man surnamed Lu sat on the edge of the hole he had just dug with a solemn face, and carefully accelerated his calculations to see if something was wrong.

It was here that the little boy stumbled and threw himself into the man's arms.

Due to the suddenness of his arrival, the man surnamed Lu almost didn't sit down and fell backwards into the cave.

Fortunately, his skills were very agile, and he hugged his son tightly, and then his waist shook out of thin air, and he used his strength to sit up straight again.

"Abba, I just heard Uncle Aliman telling others that you are a liar. "The little boy has a tiger head and a tiger brain, he is very cute, and his face is generally very similar to a man surnamed Lu, but there is a trace of Hu blood between his eyebrows and eyes, and he thinks that his mother should be a Hu man from the Western Regions.

The man surnamed Lu reached out and rubbed his son's head indifferently: "If he wants to say, let him say go, Dad will find water for the village, he will definitely do." ”

"Yes, I'm sure Abba. But I don't like them like that. When I had water to drink, I offered us as gods, but now I can't find water, but I don't like it. "The child is very serious about revealing his feelings and emotions to his father.

The man surnamed Lu stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the boy's head: "Xiaolou, you must know that in fact, in this world, there are many people who are like this, they are not bad people, they are just ...... Well, it's just not good enough. The man surnamed Lu said carefully, for fear that his already precocious son would have some bad thoughts.

The little boy clenched his fists and waved in front of the man surnamed Lu: "Abba, in fact, we have a way to make them better." ”

The man surnamed Lu smiled and shook his head, as if he did not take his son's words to heart.