After returning to the Earth Temple, Ji Zhao, who was leaning against the wall, seriously thought about how to earn money.
Now that it had been a year of drought, only the villagers of Shanghe Village, which was by the river, had a slightly better life. At least, every family could barely fill their stomachs.
The other villages were plagued by the drought.
Ji Zhao thought for a moment and piously knelt in front of the statue of the Earth God.
"Earth God, please be merciful and plead with the Dragon King. Send the rain earlier!"
Ji Zhao knew that summoning the wind and rain was not within the jurisdiction of the Earth God, but she still kowtowed three times to the Earth Elder with a pious heart.
After resting in the Earth Temple, Ji Zhao prepared to go out and take a look to see if she could catch more wild chickens.
After walking 2 to 2.5 kilometers to the east, she only saw barren mountains.
Ji Zhao sighed dejectedly.
