In front of a low, flat house in Zhaojiazhuang.
An old woman with gray hair sat by the door, mending a coarse hemp garment in her hands.
Opposite her sat a young man.
He had handsome features, but his eyes were vacant.
The young man suddenly mustered his courage, approaching the old woman:
“Mother, there’s been a terrible drought this year, I heard people say the crops in our village are almost dead from the drought?”
The old woman paused in her work and comforted him:
“The drought is severe this year, but don’t worry, our village doesn’t lack water, maybe we can still have a good harvest this year.”
“Water? Where did it come from?” the young man asked curiously.
The old woman’s face showed a hint of joy:
“All thanks to your brother Zhao Yun for inviting a deity to our Zhaojiazhuang.”
“The deity couldn’t bear to see our crops die from the drought, so he specially used his divine powers to bring endless divine water.”
“The water we used to cook porridge today is the divine water your father fetched last night.”
The young man became even more curious:
“Wow! Mother, are there really deities in this world?”
The old woman nodded solemnly:
“Of course, your mother I saw the deity with my own eyes yesterday.”
The young man nodded, a look of longing on his face, he leaned forward and continued to ask:
“What does the deity look like?”
The old woman carefully recalled.
However, she had only caught a glimpse from afar, and she couldn't see clearly. She could only describe it based on her impression.
“The deity, with divine aura, looks unlike mortals, he can summon wind and rain with a wave of his hand…”
Listening to the old woman’s description, the young man’s mind immediately pictured an old deity with white hair and a youthful face.
“I wish I could see the deity with my own eyes.” The young man suddenly sighed.
However, when he thought of his eyes.
He let out another long sigh.
He knew.
This wish would probably never be realized in his lifetime.
Because even if the deity stood before him.
He, who was born blind, could not see anything.
Just then, a lean man stumbled in:
“Sister-in-law, good news, great news!”
The old woman looked at the man who had barged in:
“What good news?”
The lean man held onto the door frame, panting heavily. After a moment, when his breathing calmed down, he quickly said:
“The deity said he would cure us, Sister-in-law, quickly take Xiaotong to him, we mortals can't cure blindness, but with the deity’s intervention, there’s definitely no problem.”
The old woman’s eyes widened, she went forward and grabbed the man's shoulders tightly, shaking him:
“Are you telling the truth?”
The man nodded:
“Sister-in-law, how could I lie to you? It’s definitely true!”
“I’ll go to the field to tell Brother Jiu, you take Xiaotong to the deity first.”
“The deity is currently at the house of Master Tong.”
After saying that, the man turned and left without looking back to inform the next household.
Looking at the man’s retreating figure, the old woman’s trembling hands reached out to her son Zhao Tong and said:
“Son, you are finally saved, when your eyes are healed, we must find a way to repay the deity.”
Zhao Tong nodded heavily.
His heart filled with anticipation.
Can my eyes really be healed by a deity?
A deity…
Once my eyes are restored, I must see what the deity looks like!
………
Coincidentally.
In front of another flat house in Zhaojiazhuang.
A middle-aged man with disabled legs sat at the door weaving straw sandals.
His name was Zhao Chen.
He had lost his legs seven years ago when he fought off a mountain bandit who descended to plunder Zhaojiazhuang.
Most people would probably be devastated if they lost their legs.
But he had never given in to despair.
Instead, he relied on his dexterous hands to weave straw sandals and made a good living.
People within a radius of ten miles, upon hearing his name, would all give him a thumbs up in praise.
Suddenly.
A hurried sound of footsteps came from outside the door.
A tall, thin middle-aged man ran excitedly towards him:
“Yuanzhen, put down those broken sandals and come with me.”
Yuanzhen was Zhao Chen’s courtesy name.
Upon hearing the man's words, Zhao Chen didn't say a word, he put down his straw sandals, grabbed the crutch beside him, and was about to rush out:
“The bandits are attacking again? Quick, take me there!”
The middle-aged man who ran over was stunned, immediately realizing that Zhao Chen had misunderstood.
He hurriedly explained:
“Wrong, the bandits haven’t attacked, I heard that a deity will cure everyone, so I quickly came over to tell you.”
“The deity will cure us?” Zhao Chen asked in confusion.
The middle-aged man nodded:
“Yes, the deity has already cured Master Tong, and he said he will cure everyone in our Zhaojiazhuang.”
Zhao Chen stopped with his crutch, looked down at his empty lower limbs:
“Can the deity cure my condition?”
The middle-aged man patted Zhao Chen on the shoulder:
“Of course! This is a true deity who brought divine water, not one of those fake deities who pretend to be gods.”
“Moreover, the deity is at Master Tong’s house now, not far away.”
“Whether you can be cured or not, go and try, what if the deity really heals you? I’m still waiting to farm with you.”
“Alright, I’m going now.”
Zhao Chen nodded, under the guidance of the tall, thin middle-aged man, he propped up his crutches and walked step by step towards Master Tong’s house.
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