I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 115
Irrational thoughts flashed in his mind, and then were suppressed by Feng Bingwen.

According to his understanding, although the human race and the dragon race sometimes have some conflicts, they are maintained on a small scale. From a macro perspective, the human race and the dragon race get along quite harmoniously, and to a certain extent, they are mutually beneficial.

The habitats and reproductions of the human and dragon races do not conflict at all, but occasionally there are some intersections.The human race sometimes uses the power of the dragon to control the wind and rain, and the dragon will use the incense of the human race to make offerings and go a step further in practice.

"What's the matter with this Xuanting Dragon Lord? The legend about him has been circulating around Xuanting Lake hundreds of years ago, which means that he has been incensed by the human race for hundreds of years, so there is no reason to dig his own foundation what!"

No useful information was detected, no matter how Feng Bingwen guessed, he couldn't think of a result.

"Xiaowen, the wind and rain are too heavy tonight, do you want to come and sleep with me!"

At this time, the old man who came in the rain suddenly suggested.

"No, I'm used to sleeping alone."

Feng Bingwen refused without hesitation. He knew that the old man was worried about him, but this kind of worry was unnecessary.

"Then you should pay attention to sleeping alone at night, and don't sleep too hard."

"I know."

After some exhortations, the old man left with the two long-term workers.

But Feng Bingwen looked at the pouring rain, and after a moment of silence, he went back to sleep with the cat in his arms.

Although the celestial phenomena are different, with his current strength, there is no problem in keeping Fengjia Village safe.With such a thought in mind, he can still calm down now.

One night passed while Feng Bingwen recited Taoism, and he spent a fulfilling night, but under the cloud and rain, countless people were awakened by the violent wind and rain, and then they couldn't sleep anymore.

"Ughhh..."

When the sky was still dark, Feng Bingwen heard the indistinct crying sound from the fire door of his house, the voice was full of sadness and despair.

Hearing such miserable cries, Feng Bingwen got off the bed, opened the door and walked out, and saw a group of beautiful and beautiful flower spirits flapping their wings and surrounded them, one white and one yellow were sitting on him. On the shoulders, they chattered and reported the situation they had detected.

"Master, a group of people came to the door. They were all crying, and they were all dirty. Some people were being carried, and their bodies were covered in mud. They looked so pitiful."

"Master, don't listen to Xiao Bai Shao, listen to me first, she doesn't even know what happened."

"Oh, don't talk nonsense. It's all about the news I found out. Why are you guys taking credit from me!"

A single elf has a soft and pleasant voice, listening to them is a kind of enjoyment, but a full half a hundred elves gather together, making a lot of noise, even the most beautiful voice becomes noise, Feng Bing Wen's face couldn't help showing annoyance.

"Enough, Xiao Huangju, tell me!"

Feng Bingwen spoke directly, and made a final decision, appointing the flower essence with the highest spirituality in Baicao Garden.

Going to the county bookstore to steal small books was an idea she came up with on her own. This shows how far her wisdom has come. The only pity is that she didn't use this wisdom on the right path.

"Master really dotes on me the most."

Xiao Huangju, who was designated, couldn't help but feel complacent, with a smug look on her face, and even glanced provocatively at Xiao Bai Shao, who was sitting on Feng Bingwen's other shoulder. With Feng Bingwen's support, this elf also Enough spirituality was bred to learn to speak.

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me something serious."

Feng Bingwen stretched out his finger and poked her forehead.

"Oh, sir, don't worry, it's like this. I heard that last night, the house of a family in your village was washed away by the rain, and the man in that family was even more unlucky. He seemed to be worried that the crops in the field would be destroyed by the rain. I crashed and ran out to look at the crops, but because of the heavy rain, I couldn’t see the road clearly, so I fell and hit a rock and broke a leg.”

After being clicked by Feng Bingwen, this little flower spirit immediately calmed down, and confided all the news she heard in the corner of the wall in one breath.

"Early in the morning, the old master heard about what happened to that family, so he asked people to invite them to our house, and I heard that they will be allowed to stay."

"So it is."

Feng Bingwen nodded after hearing the words, not surprised.

One village has one surname, and more than a dozen families in the village are basically related by blood. Going back several generations, they all come from the same ancestor.

"Master, this person in your village is so stupid. It's raining so heavily. What's the use of running out to see it? What should be washed away by the rain will be washed away. He ran out blindly in the middle of the night. The leg was broken."

Seeing Feng Bingwen's calm appearance, some elves couldn't help mumbling, thinking that those who ran to grab the crops in the middle of the night were really stupid.

"You little guy, stop talking nonsense."

Hearing this, Feng Bingwen angrily gave it a head-scratching blow.

It's not that he thinks the people in the same village are stupid. The crops planted in the ground are more important than the lifeblood of the farmers. If there is a harvest in the ground, they will not be hungry. It is obviously unrealistic to expect the other party to remain calm and make the most reasonable judgment.

"It will be washed away overnight by the rain. It is estimated that there are only adobe houses left, probably Uncle Ping'an's house."

Hearing the indistinct crying sound coming from the wind and rain, Feng Bingwen thought for a while, took out an oil-paper umbrella from the room, opened it, and walked towards the door.

In the living room of his home, he saw a few figures covered in wet mud. A middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes was lying pale on the ground, with a few wooden boards sandwiched between his legs, and bloodstains could be seen faintly. It was a woman, crying there with several children.The two elderly people in the family comforted him.

"Wooah, the home is gone, the food is gone, how can I live like this!"

The woman wailed, and several children of different ages, but equally ignorant, also cried along with her.

"Aunt Xiangzi, although your house is gone, everyone is fine. Ping An only has a broken leg. He will be fine after a few months of recuperation. He is not very old. By then, if you work hard for a few years, you will still be able to recover." Build a house."

Feng Bingwen looked at his grandma comforting him, and repeatedly said that it is good that people are fine, which is the only reason to comfort them now.

"Don't cry, what are you crying for? It's just that there is no harvest this year and the house has been washed down. I am the master. I will lend you ten silver baht without charging you any interest. I will pay you back when you recover next year. As for the residence, the old house next to it , if you don’t dislike it, you can live in it temporarily.”

(End of this chapter)