Quick Travel: Is it OK to recycle yourself?

Chapter 121 Ancient Version of Poor Little One 6

Following his memory, he found the village chief's home. The village chief looked at the child standing at the door. There was a thick cloth wrapped around his head. The blood had turned it black and he looked very pitiful.

He sighed and waved, "It's Nannan, are you feeling better? Are you hungry? Come in and wait, I'll get you something to eat."

When he saw the child like this, he thought the child was hungry and looking for food. Qu Nannan's family was not without food, there was still some, but it was all used up for Qu's father's funeral.

The crops in the fields have not yet reached the harvest time, and Qu Nannan is in a period of transition.

Qu Nannan waved her hands. She didn't want to beg like a beggar. Not to mention the food in her space, she would not starve to death now that she was guarding the mountains.

She held the village chief who was about to leave with her little hand, raised her head and asked, "Grandpa Village Chief, can I tell you something in private?"

Looking at the little guy who is not much taller than my knee, with a stern face saying that he has something to tell me in private, why does it look so funny?

It’s also because the village chief has a good temper. If it were another adult, he would have waved his hand to send Qu Nannan away long ago. How could he have the patience to listen to a child’s whispers?

The village chief smiled and picked up Qu Nannan and sat her in the main hall. He also gave her a steamed bread. Qu Nannan took it without refusing. She had always lived like this. If she refused out of the blue, it would easily make people suspicious.

She carefully placed the steamed bread in her arms: "Thank you, Grandpa Village Chief."

Watching Qu Nannan's cautious movements, the village chief felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. If the family conditions allowed, he would never let such a young child live outside alone.

This was also his helpless decision. Only by letting the child live alone could the whole village raise the child together. It was absolutely impossible to do it relying on one person or one family.

Qu Nannan tried her best to keep her skinny face straight and make her expression look serious: "Grandpa Village Chief, I encountered a strange thing during the three days I was in a coma."

No matter how hard the little girl tried to keep a straight face, she didn't have that serious expression. The village chief tried hard to hold back his laughter: "Oh~ Tell me, what strange thing did Nannan encounter? Did she have a dream?"

Qu Nannan knew that her age would not convince people, but she still had to say that it was more than a dozen lives! Besides, if her prediction was successful this time, things would be much easier in the future.

"I dreamed about our village. It started to rain heavily on August 16th and continued for ten days. At midnight on the 26th, the hillside at the end of the village collapsed, killing many people. I was very scared but didn't know who to tell, so I thought about telling the village chief."

She was just doing her best and leaving the rest to fate. After all, few people would really believe what a child said. If the village chief didn't believe it, she could just make some noise that night and lead everyone to the center of the village.

"Elf, why isn't this in the storyline?"

"That's because the story mainly describes the heroine at the beginning. The original body and the appearance of Qujia Village are only described in a few sentences, and there is no detailed introduction to the situation of Qujia Village."

The key point is that Qu Nannan accepted the original body's memory and did not find these things in the original body's memory.

The village chief did not answer for a moment. He was not sure whether to believe this matter or not. Normally, he should just treat the child's words as a joke, but the day was too specific. Even if he said he didn't believe it, the child would not make up such nonsense to fool him.

The elders always said that children have the clearest eyes and can often see things that adults cannot see. But how can I tell the families at the end of the village about this? Should I just say it was a dream of a child?

Otherwise, let's wait and see. Didn't the kid say that it rained heavily for ten days before the hillside collapsed? If it really comes true, it's not impossible to say it. When the time comes, get it out first. As long as the people are still there, the rest will be easy.

The village chief looked at the little girl staring at him nervously and rubbed her head. "Grandpa Village Chief, remember this. Go back, little girl. Don't tell anyone about this anymore. Remember?"

The village chief was also doing this for Qu Nannan's own good. If what he said came true, it would be fine. But if it didn't, people in the village would have bad thoughts about the little girl.

Qu Nannan nodded obediently: "Grandpa Village Chief, I'll remember it. I'll go back first then."

As Qu Nannan ran out of the village chief's house, the elf's voice rang out: "Host, do you think this old man believes it?"

"He probably wants to believe it but doesn't dare to. He is the village chief and the clan leader. If he does something wrong, it will affect his prestige. I guess he may want to see if the rain is true before making any decision."

"If it rains on the day I said, the village chief will naturally arrange the rest. If it doesn't rain on that day, they will probably think it's just a kid's nonsense."

"Well, regardless of whether others believe it or not, I live at the end of the village. I'd better think about whether my little thatched house can withstand ten days of heavy rain."

Elf: It's true. The house where the host lives can be used as a stargazing room at night. Not to mention ten days of heavy rain, even a light rain can't be withstood by the roof.

"What should we do then?"

What should she do? She was also desperate. She was only a five-year-old kid, a kid who could fall down when climbing a tree, with short arms and legs. If she could go up to the roof to thatch now, she was afraid that the people here would burn her as a monster.

Finally, she had to beg her neighbors to help her cover the roof with a layer of thatch they had bought themselves, so that the sunlight could not be seen falling through the roof during the day.

The village chief also talked to a few elders in the village about Qu Nannan's situation. Even if these people didn't believe it, they would not deliberately spread it out to ruin the little girl's reputation.

After much discussion, a few people decided to wait and see whether heavy rain would come before discussing anything else.

The heavy rain came as expected, starting in the evening of August 16. The sun was shining brightly during the day, but by the evening the sky was almost as black as ink, accompanied by strong winds and thunder and lightning, which looked quite scary.

Qu Nannan thought that the roof would be fine as long as she laid a layer of straw, but who would have thought that she couldn't even survive a single night. It was raining heavily outside and it was drizzling inside the house. The sound of dripping water was everywhere, and Qu Nannan didn't even have a dry place to sleep.

The rain was dripping evenly throughout the house. Really, there was no place in the whole house that wasn't dripping with water. But she couldn't just sit there and do nothing.