Chapter five hundred and ninetieth reason

Mr. Bronze took the sweet ball and held it carefully in his palm as if he had won a treasure.

The rough palm slowly slid across the surface of the sweet ball.

This is definitely the most perfect handicraft he has ever seen!

In this era, I am afraid that only ghosts can create it?

"And... how do you feel that the method of making this Warcraft Ball is somewhat similar to mine...?"

Laymen can be lively, but experts watch the doorway.

Of course, in comparison, my technique is much rougher and more primitive.

The latter method is more like an extension of its own foundation, and the second creation...

strangeness.

When Mr. Bronze raised his head, he reluctantly returned the sweet ball to Xiaozhi.

After all, it is someone else's property. Although Mr. Bronze is old, he still speaks martial arts very much.

It's just that the way he looks at the latter has completely changed.

So Mr. Bronze smiled, with the appearance of a kind old man, and pulled Xiaozhi into the wooden house.

"Come on, boy, come to my house 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 it's the juniper bark on the roof of the house, which really has a cooling effect...

"Young man, where did your magic beast ball come from...?"

Mr. Bronze asked Xiaozhi to sit up, and asked softly.

It was only then that he noticed that Xiaozhi's dress and accent didn't look like a local.

"Is this the Warcraft puppet of the electric mouse? It's so weird..."

Looking at Pikachu hanging from Xiaozhi's waist, Mr. Bronze reached out and touched the latter's belly.

hot...

Skin..."

Pikachu is still like a shutdown, repeating meaningless calls.

"Hey, can you still make a sound?"

Mr. Bronze's eyes brightened immediately.

"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, for fear that Mr. Bronze, the great inventor, would dismantle his Pikachu.

anyway...

"By the way, Mr. Bronze, what time is it now!?"

Xiaozhi suddenly stood up and asked aloud.

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 for a moment, and replied inexplicably.

Xiaozhi: "..."

This reply like a picture book made him sit down again.

Eh...

...

After some research, Xiaozhi finally knew that the current year was 350 years away from his time!

Xiaozhi's heart was very big, but he gradually became excited.

"Wow, Brother Chi, are you excited? We have traveled back to the world 350 years ago!"

He urgently needs a tool person to share the joy.

Just like Mr. Bronze, Xiaozhi is in desperate need to show off the coconut balls.

red:"..."

He was just silent.

Excited, he even traveled from the electronic world to the real world, all in a calm manner, without blinking his eyes.

When he opened his eyes before and saw that the surroundings were full of high-definition images instead of pixel mosaic landscapes, Chi knew that this was not his hometown.

Then again, when you know that the world you once lived in is just the world in video games.

Chi didn't have much thought about returning to his hometown...

"Wait, 350 years ago!?"

At this time, Xiaozhi suddenly stood up again.

Surprised, looking at Mr. Bronze and Shi Hui next to him, he was also inexplicable.

As for the legend of juniper town that I heard before, it was only said that it was 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 sure that this is the time when the legend of Junpi Town happened.

He wants to participate in the legend?

Shock.

"Young man, you let me see this World of Warcraft Ball, I must thank you..."

At this time, Mr. Bronze, who was next to him, suddenly turned around and entered the inner room, took out a cowhide kettle, and moved carefully.

It's full.

Ever since he saw and even touched the sweet ball, he felt that countless wonderful ideas burst out in his mind.

Without even thinking about it, Xiaozhi took the kettle.

Just right, I'm thirsty.

And personally participating in the legend, you also need to drink saliva to suppress the shock.

"Gulu Gulu..."

So Xiaozhi raised his neck and drank all the water in the kettle.

Under the hot environment, the cold water flowed down his throat continuously, making Xiaozhi moan quite happily.

"Comfortable!"

"Hey! This water is..."

Just seeing this scene, the expressions of the grandpa and grandson next to him changed, and Shi Hui wanted to say something even more.

But soon, Mr. Bronze pulled her back and shook his head.

This operation of the Riddler made Xiao Zhi stunned, innocent.

"Huh? What's wrong with me?"

Mr. Bronze just gave a wry smile and waved his hand.

"To be honest, that's all our water for two days..."

He originally planned to take a small cup and pour a cup for Xiaozhi.

Unexpectedly, the other party regarded it as beer and directly mouthed it.

Judging by the posture, it is estimated that he drank all of it, not even a drop left.

This sentence made Xiaozhi even more confused.

The water in this kettle is only 500cc, two days?

He usually drinks at least 5000cc a day.

Just looking at the wry smiles of the grandpa and grandson, Xiaozhi suddenly became stretched...

"Ah, sorry, I thought..."

"It's fine..."

Mr. Bronze waved his hand, indicating that there should be no psychological pressure.

"Actually, our Hinopi 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."

The two of them, grandpa and grandson, could only receive one pot of water for two days.

"The well to the east...?"

Xiaozhi remembered that in his time, there was a big well to the east of Hinopi Town, which was also used to enshrine the God of Slow Beast.

Slowdown's Well.

...

"Mr. Bronze, can you tell me about the situation here?"

Soon, Xiaozhi sat down and his face 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 juniper village has lasted for three years..."

In the first two years, there was still water from that well, but this year, it was particularly difficult.

Because that well is about to dry up.

"It's not just the water source, even the food here is running out..."

Speaking of this, Mr. Bronze's face flashed a bit of strangeness and embarrassment.

There is not enough water and food, which also makes the villagers of the entire juniper village look sallow and sallow, and they all look malnourished.

"Two years ago, a troubadour came to our cypress village, but he just shook his head after he circled around."

"In the end, only a small mountain of rice, a small mountain of rice, and a golden lock were left, and we left..."

Because it is something of metaphysics, although rice noodles are food, no one in the villagers dare to touch them.

It is still piled up on the east side of the village, next to the well water.

Xiaozhi: "?"

Originally, it was quite a sad and tragic story, why did it suddenly become mysterious?

"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 Huaipi Village have already planned to move collectively..."

Mr. Bronze nodded and sighed.

If Xiaozhi came a few days later, there might be no one in the village...

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