Even though two months had passed, Ye Sha still couldn't get used to the food here.
It was practically inedible. Pinching his nose and squeezing his eyes shut, he tilted his head back and gulped down the boiled beans, then sighed and groaned for a long while before taking another bite. He ate them like they were Eight-Treasure Porridge, finishing the whole bowl in four or five mouthfuls.
After wiping his mouth, he asked, "Chief, last time I burned paper to ask you to put out the fire, I really got the short end of the stick. Thinking it over afterward, I should've asked you for some high-yield rice seeds instead. Those shabby village houses burned down anyway, and if I just move to another village, I'll be a mountain god again..."
"You were tied to a tree at the time. If I hadn't put out the fire, you'd have died," Mo Qiong said with a chuckle.
While the Battle of Yamen was still raging, Mo Qiong had received a plea for help from Ye Sha.
That fellow often went into the mountains to hunt. Whenever he caught a wild chicken or mountain dog, he would butcher and roast it, but he always did things halfheartedly. He left before putting out the fire completely.
As a result, the embers were blown by the mountain wind, directly starting a forest fire.
The forest fire grew larger and larger, frightening everyone within ten miles. When Ye Sha ran down the mountain, flames were already soaring into the sky.
No matter how stupid Ye Sha was, he knew he had to dig an Isolation Belt at that point. The village was full of thatched and wooden houses, which could easily be burned to the ground.
But the Ignorant Villagers here didn't know to