CHAPTER 204: CHAPTER 191: FOUND A PERSON 2

How high is it? Probably, dozens of meters? Who knows, anyway, as high as the space is, the water column is that high?

But it’s precisely because of this understanding that Xiaomi is preparing to release some water now, to cheer everyone up.

After all, everyone has been miserable for a few months now.

Why not let everyone water the sorghum first?

Even if sorghum is drought-resistant, without water, it will wither and die.

Recently, the sorghum has shown signs of wilting, and although no one says it aloud, everyone knows deep down that if it doesn’t rain soon, there will be no harvest.

Even Jiang Hu, who occasionally checks the fields, can’t help but sigh when he comes back, though he mostly doesn’t show it in front of the children.

In the midst of these thoughts, Xiaomi arrived at the water pond, Yue’er timely revealed her little face, letting Xiaomi see the condition of the pond.

Indeed, everyone got happy too soon yesterday.

The water in the pond was only a little more than it was after they left last night.

Not delaying any further, Xiaomi squatted by the pond, pressed her hand on the ground, and with a thought, a water column thicker than her head poured down.

The stream flowed toward the pond along the slope, and within a few breaths, the water level rose slightly.

Xiaomi wasn’t in a hurry; with this action, after about two quarters of an hour, the pond was half-filled.

This was about right; it was enough to water the sorghum in the village, anything more would be a bit much.

Xiaomi stopped and headed home.

Arriving at the back yard gate, she took off her coverall and changed her shoes back.

Just as she was putting things back into the space and was about to push the door open, she suddenly felt something, quickly turned around and gasped.

"Who are you!"

A small child, about five or six years old, was right behind her, and Xiaomi had no idea how long he’d been following her.

But she was sure he must have seen it!

The moonlight brightened, revealing the child’s bewildered face as he looked up at Xiaomi, opening his mouth.

"Hungry..."

The next second, his eyes rolled back and he fell.

Xiaomi instinctively stepped forward a few steps to catch him, but of course, she failed.

She stood in place for a moment, finally couldn’t bear it, sighed softly, and leaned down to check his breath.

Luckily, he wasn’t dead.

The moon ducked behind clouds again, so Xiaomi took out a flashlight.

The boy, five or six years old, was emaciated, with chapped lips, dirty, and had scars on his body.

Xiaomi frowned slightly; these scars were left by swords or knives; where on earth did this child come from?

But there was no time to think about this now; the boy’s breathing was very weak. If she waited any longer, he might die.

If it were an adult, Xiaomi wouldn’t care, but this was a child, and she couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

She quickly gave him some Spiritual Spring water; it seemed he had been dehydrated for too long. Even in unconsciousness, he instinctively swallowed.

After feeding him water, Xiaomi hesitated a bit, then held the boy’s wrist.

The next second, the boy disappeared, and Xiaomi’s eyes widened!

"Damn! That’s so fucking unfair!" Xiaomi couldn’t help but curse softly.

Why can animals enter the space, people can enter the space, but she can’t directly enter the space!

She was pissed!

Even after she returned to her room and lay back on the bed, Xiaomi was still feeling angry.

But anger aside, she remembered that there was still a person in the space, so she closed her eyes, and her consciousness entered the space.

Inside the space, it was still daytime; the arrival of night outside didn’t change the lighting here.

The small boy lay on a bed in one of the rooms, still unconscious.

Xiaomi mentally drew a boundary around the yard and closed its gate.

In this perpetual spring, there was no worry about temperature extremes, but Xiaomi still fetched a quilt, a somewhat retro one.

She also brought two cans of baby formula, opened them and poured the powder into a small wooden bucket placed in the boy’s room.

Passing by the main room, Xiaomi went in and lit three incense sticks again. This had become her habit over the years.

When she came out, she thought for a moment, closed the door, and instructed the space not to let the boy open it.

The space was conscious; after years of observation and hearing that voice before, Xiaomi was certain of it.

But for some other reason, that consciousness couldn’t communicate with Xiaomi.

Back in the room, Xiaomi made some formula with Spiritual Spring water. Thankfully, this world also had porcelain bowls; at most, the patterns and shapes were different, but nothing else would give it away.