Once in a quaint village nestled between lush green hills, there lived a humble farmer named Lian. Lian was known for his kindness, hard work, and a small piece of fertile land where he grew the most bountiful crops.
One summer, a severe drought hit the village. The rivers dried
up, the wells were low, and the crops began to wither. The villagers were
desperate and worried about the impending famine. Lian, too, saw his crops
dying, but he noticed something curious: a tiny spring of water bubbling up
from a rock in his field. It wasn't much, but it was fresh and cool.
Lian could have kept this water source a secret, using it
solely to save his own crops. Instead, he called a meeting of the village and
shared his discovery. "We have a little water, but together we can make it
last and help our crops survive," he said. The villagers agreed, and they
worked together to build a small irrigation system, channeling the water to the
fields that needed it most.
As the days turned into weeks, the villagers took turns
using the water, ensuring that everyone got their fair share. They helped each
other, shared their remaining food, and took care of the elderly and the sick.
Though the drought persisted, the village survived, and the spirit of unity
grew stronger.
By the end of the summer, the drought finally broke. Rain
poured down, soaking the parched earth. The villagers rejoiced and celebrated
their harvest, which, though modest, was enough to sustain them through the
winter.
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