Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 140 - 142: The Magical Well

Feng Bailing recalled what Princess Consort Shun told her about some past events related to Xiaojin.

This child seems to have been born with the ability to communicate with animals.

Even Zhui Yue, who is usually very unsociable towards people, licked Xiaojin’s face this morning.

She came up with an idea and pulled Dugu Xiaojin aside.

"Xiaojin, can you tell me if you can sense where there are locust eggs in these fields? Don’t worry, whether you know it or not, I won’t blame you. Look at these villagers, they have been devastated by the locusts and if we cannot manage this pest problem, they won’t survive."

Dugu Xiaojin thought back to the sight of the villagers’ gaunt appearances and the children who, due to malnourishment, were not even as tall as him at the age of seven or eight.

"Brother Xiaojin, can you really help catch the bugs? Please help them."

Feng Xiaoli hugged Dugu Xiaojin’s arm, shaking it back and forth.

"I’ll try."

Under the expectant gazes of Feng Bailing and Feng Xiaoli, Dugu Xiaojin nodded.

"But even if we find the eggs, we can’t exterminate the insects; the fields in Qi Village are too vast. We cannot eliminate pests one patch at a time, and with spring plowing upon us, if we miss the sowing season, the whole year is wasted."

The village chief expressed his difficulty.

"We can directly irrigate with water. I have some medicines that can be mixed into the water. Within ten days, we can completely get rid of the eggs. If we miss the sowing season, we will not plant grains but instead sweet potatoes and yams. If the several large bags I brought today are not enough, I will have someone bring more when I return."

Feng Bailing said with a smile.

She had observed the topography of Qi Village, which was crisscrossed with canals, making it convenient to irrigate the fields with water.

"Miss, your idea is good, and it’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that since the locust plague hit the village, we’ve also been struck with a drought and our wells have dried up. We have to dig wells outside the village for water."

The old village chief’s face twisted into the expression of a bitter melon.

"That shouldn’t be the case. Chu City is only dozens of miles away from here, and it gets plenty of rainfall. How could the wells run dry?"

Feng Bailing wondered.

"Overnight, they just mysteriously dried up. I’ve checked myself, and there’s no water bubbling up in the wells."

The village chief shook his head.

"Approximately when did the wells start drying up?"

Feng Bailing pursued further.

"About three years ago, come to think of it, around the same time as the locust plague."

The village chief sighed.

Having read up on the matter, Feng Bailing knew well that drought could cause locust populations to grow and reproduce rapidly. It all seemed so coincidental—could it merely be chance or was there another reason?

"Did elder sister mention before that people from the Grandmaster Mansion wanted to buy our village?"

Feng Bailing casually asked.

"There is such a matter; they say the land here has good Feng Shui."

The village chief didn’t understand Feng Shui; he only knew that Qi Village had been struggling just as much as the Princess’ Mansion in the past few years.

"Your Majesty, Brother Xiaojin has marked out all the places with bugs."

Feng Xiaoli and a group of children ran over like the wind.

Feng Bailing instructed the village chief and the villagers, old and weak, women and children, to start turning over the marked soil.

"I’m going to check out the several wells in the village; Xiaojin, help turn over the soil, and take care of Xiaoli, don’t let her cause trouble."

Feng Bailing said, and headed towards the several dried-up wells in the village.

Qi Village is not large, with just seventy or eighty households.

There were five or six wells in the village, which supplied water for daily use by the people and livestock. Originally, there was also a stream outside the village for irrigating the fields, but it too had dried up since the wells went dry.

The first well was right next to the village chief’s mud-brick house. Feng Bailing probed at the well’s edge, and indeed, there was no more water.

She thought for a moment, then moved to the second well.

The second well was in the center of the village; it was also the largest well, but now it too had long since dried up.

After checking two or three more wells, she found nothing.

As the day gradually darkened, Feng Bailing decided to head back, recalling some words from the old village chief earlier.

"If only the old well at the village temple hadn’t dried up twenty years ago, the sweet potatoes watered with its water are sweeter than honey."

Feng Bailing’s sweet potatoes were delicious because of genetic domestication, a product of high technology, but the village chief’s sweet potatoes were only irrigated with well water...

Feng Bailing paused in her steps, turned back, and in front of her was the village’s temple, with the oldest well in the village.

Walking up to the well, Feng Bailing bent down to inspect the well opening, which seemed no different from the others.

But at this moment, Feng Bailing’s Seventh Sense stirred.

A gleam appeared in her eyes; a faint mist of moisture rose from the depths of the well.

To anyone else, it was just a dried-up well.

But to Feng Bailing, the presence of mist meant the water was not dried up.

The well opening was dark; Feng Bailing lit a flint and leaned in for a closer look.

From behind, someone sprang out, pushing her forcefully. Feng Bailing, startled, teetered on the brink of falling into the well.