Farmer's little Fubao is cheating

The next day, Old Zhao did not come to Songjiacun, but Song Yufeng and Song Chengye knelt down at the door of Song Baqi's house.

Song Baqi never opened the door.

Song Yufeng saw that her father really refused to forgive them, and hatred burst into her eyes.

"Dad! I know it's wrong and I still kneel down to you in front of so many people. Do you have to be so heartless?"

She is young and energetic, and can't stand her own father humiliating her again and again.

After crying for a while, Song Yufeng stood up from the ground and shouted at the courtyard door: "I will make you regret it! Just wait!" After that, she picked up her nephew and left.

After that, there really wasn't any more trouble.

"Oh, you didn't see that Song Yufeng was cursing all the way out of the village. She really doesn't look like an unmarried girl."

Jin Osmanthus told Wu what she saw, looked at Chang'an again, and whispered: "You have been optimistic about Chang'an recently. That family is not a good person. Don't let them take out their anger on their children."

Wu nodded: "I know, thank you Sister-in-law Jin for reminding me."

"Thank you, what's the relationship between our two families?" Sister-in-law Jin laughed and saw Mrs. Wu weaving objects with straw, and asked curiously: "Have you also learned to weave grasshoppers?"

"It's not a grasshopper." Wu replied without saying much.

Sister-in-law Jin didn’t pay attention and sat beside her sewing summer clothes.

Her family has been able to bring back ten guan of money in a few days since they started digging wells with Sanshun. Plus, her son has a promising career as a hoe and learns how to make clay figurines from Chang'an. He can earn more than 100 yuan a month, and his family's living standard has skyrocketed. From poverty to well-off, she became free and made clothes and shoes for the children every day, no longer worrying about livelihood issues.

If it weren't for the severe drought and her house couldn't be too conspicuous, she would have wanted to build a new house.

Jin Osmanthus was very envious of the spacious yard of Sanshun's family. They also raised two big dogs. No one dared to care about anything they kept in the backyard.

Chang'an is currently making molds for clay statues.

First, a box is filled with mud, and then the fired clay statue is laid flat and printed on it. When it dries, the clay statue is slowly dug out.

Then print the other side of the clay statue.

After the two molds are printed, they are carefully trimmed to make them uniform and flawless. When the uncle comes back, you can ask him to put them in the furnace for firing.

Changan made two molds in one go, both of which were simplified versions of the Dragon King statue.

Then he started to make a four-foot-tall water official statue.

This is what she promised to give to Uncle Zhang Tu.

The large size of the clay statue is a bit troublesome. First, you need to tie the limbs and skeleton, and then apply mud, otherwise it will easily fall apart.

A few days later, Chang'an finally finished a four-foot-tall Shuiguan statue, which only needed to be painted and fired.

On this day, something suddenly happened in the village.

The reason was that the clan leader wanted to dig a canal to divert the water from the pond to irrigate the farmland. As a result, the villagers who dug the canal dug out a small clay statue from the side of the pond.

Someone recognized at a glance that it was the Dragon King statue that Chang'an once made.

"Eh? Isn't this a clay statue made by Chang'an? Who buried it here?" Everyone in the village knows that the clay statues made by Chang'an are the most valuable, and they don't have to worry about selling them, so they won't be buried in the soil for no reason.

At this moment, the colorful clay statue has been shoveled into two pieces by digging shovels, and it is a bit strange to lie in the mud.

The clan leader frowned, picked up the clay statue and threw it aside, muttering: "Which naughty boy buried this thing indiscriminately?" It looked scary.

"Don't worry about it, get to work!" The patriarch waved his hand to the villagers.

So the villagers continued digging the canal.

Unexpectedly, early the next morning, the water level in the pond suddenly dropped to half, surprising the whole village.

"What's going on? Why is there so much less water?" The villagers quickly told the clan leader about the situation.

The patriarch, who was squatting in the toilet to relieve himself, had no time to wipe his buttocks, so he was carried to the pond by two villagers.

"The water level suddenly dropped! Do you see what happened?" The villagers pointed to the pond with a frightened expression.

In the past, no matter how much water was taken away from this pond, it would definitely overflow again the next day.

However, the pond that was full of water yesterday was suddenly mostly gone this morning. How can it not be shocking?

The clan leader was also shocked by this scene and held his trousers in his hand and remained speechless for a long time. "Uncle, is our pond leaking?" Someone turned his attention to the newly dug ditch and asked, "Could it be that the ditch was dug yesterday and the pond was accidentally dug through?"

The clan leader said angrily: "How to dig through? Didn't you see that the water level is already below the ditch?"

"You must have moved somewhere you shouldn't have moved, so the water in the pond has bottomed out!" A village elder came over and poked his cane angrily.

The clan leader chatted.

The village elder's white beard was fluttering wildly in excitement, and he almost hit the villager on the head with his crutch: "What are you doing standing still? Find the reason quickly?"

"How do we know?" the villagers muttered.

The village elder blew his beard and glared: "I didn't know you were still digging around?"

He pointed at the clan leader: "And you! If you fail to succeed, you will fail! Are you too idle? Why dig a ditch?"

The patriarch, who was in his fifties, was so scolded by the elders that he shrank his neck and did not dare to say a word.

At this moment, there are still people from other villages coming to carry water in an endless stream, and they can't be driven away, which makes the people of Songjia Village even more anxious.

The clan leader carried his pants and walked around the pond, and suddenly thought of the Dragon King statue dug out yesterday.

He quickly looked around: "Where is the clay statue from yesterday?"

"What kind of clay statue?" Someone didn't understand.

The patriarch stepped forward and kicked him: "It's the clay statue you dug up!"

The villagers suddenly realized and immediately ran to the place where the ditch was dug yesterday to search.

But after digging through the soil, there was no trace of the clay statue.

"It must have been picked up by some bastard!" someone speculated.

The clan leader stood by the pond for a while holding the waistband of his trousers, then suddenly ran home to find a belt to tie his trousers.

Then he grabbed his grandson Song Chengqi and said, "You don't have to go to school today, go and play in Chang'an."

Song Chengqi blinked and looked confused: "But, I know how to punish people."

"Let your eldest brother take a leave of absence from the master." The patriarch took the schoolbag from his grandson's hand and said with a smile: "Let's go to Chang'an's house with my grandfather."

Song Chengqi felt that his grandfather was a little abnormal today, and he twisted around to avoid going away, so as not to embarrass himself in front of others.

But his grandfather was holding him tightly by the back of his neck, and he couldn't help himself.

When the two grandparents came to the door of Song Sanshun's house, they saw many people coming in and out carrying buckets.

Song Sanshun was sitting at the small table at the door of the kitchen house having breakfast. When he saw the clan leader suddenly arriving, he quickly stood up and said, "Uncle, have you eaten?"

The patriarch glanced at the thick rice porridge and crispy scallion pancakes on the table and swallowed slightly: "Not yet."

Song Chengqi turned his head and looked at his grandfather in surprise. Just as he was about to say something, his mouth was covered by his grandfather's big hand.

"Then sit down and have something to eat." Song Sanshun quickly ordered his wife to get a bowl of porridge.

Chang'an also stood up and brought two benches for the patriarch and Song Chengqi to sit down.

The patriarch slurped the rice porridge, took another bite of the scallion pancake, and said to Song San, "Yesterday I wanted to divert a channel from the pond, but ended up digging up the Dragon King statue buried in the ground."

He kept talking while staring at Song Sanshun without blinking.

Song Sanshun stopped holding the bowl and continued to drink porridge.

Patriarch: "Who would have thought that the water in the pond had dropped by half this morning? Oh, Sanshun, I didn't mean to do it. What should I do if you see this?"

Song Sanshun looked up at the clan leader and said, "I don't know what to do."

The clan leader took a sip of the porridge, picked up another chopstick of sour beans, and sighed, "I thought you had a way."

Song Sanshun was speechless.

Chang'an suddenly looked at this and that with his big eyes, holding a piece of scallion pancake in his hand and chewing on it.

"Hey, what will our village do in the future?" The patriarch took a bite of the scallion pancake and said sadly, "What if the pond dries up and all the crops in our fields are gone? Sanshun, those are life-saving grains."