The fourth girl of the farmer

Chapter 61
"I'm afraid it's going to be dry!" Yang Danian was very worried. "I'm not afraid of working for a year. I heard from my grandfather before that there are usually years of famines and wars, and many things will go wrong. The weather and floods usually last for two or three years."

"Hey, this is the time to eat something, Bodhisattva bless you, don't be a god!" Yueniang felt that the situation was serious when she heard Yang Danian's words.

"If you really want to work for two or three years, Master Li's land, I'm afraid you won't be able to rent out the land!" Yang Danian had planned to increase the rent before, and if the master of the sky was playing tricks and the next year expired, who would he be? The family will no longer be a tenant.

"Well, how do you say this. On the one hand, I hope that I don't want to be a god, and at least I can charge a little; on the other hand, if the weather is not good, Mr. Li will not dare to raise the rent." Yueniang was conflicted. Still don't do it.Forget it, left and right, it's not something you can decide on your own.

"Brother, what do you mean, next year, the sky may dry up!" In the stone house, Yang Zimu led three children, pointing to the many symbols written down on the wall, analyzing and researching.

Little Wuya was lying in the arms of her elder brother, her little hands kept digging at the symbols on the wall, hoping to play with them.

"The sky is dry, so the crops will not be harvested!" Thinking that the ground was withered and yellow, Yang Ziqian's head grew big in one fell swoop.

God, don't play with people like this!I just enthusiastically led everyone to plant wheat to eat white flour pancakes, but now, I was told that there may be no harvest.Is there anything more tragic than this?

Day by day, Eunuch Sun is not lazy and commutes to and from get off work on time.

Until the Chinese New Year, when the wheat in the field came out of the nest, and when it was pumped, there was no moisture at all from the rain.Every household, for three to five days, carried water in the river to irrigate, and it was almost the harvest time, so they couldn't go back to their hometown in the sun.

"Ah, there's no more tap water!" Yue Niang exclaimed one day after getting used to tap water.

There are only two possibilities for the tap water in the bamboo tube to be cut off. One is that it is destroyed by human beings halfway, and the other is the last thing everyone wants to see-heavenly stems!

Yang Ziqian called his eldest brother, and the two of them took a knife and a hoe and searched all the way along the bamboo tube until they arrived at the deep pool where the water source was installed. In the end, they only saw the bamboo tube intact, and the water level was already at the bottom of the pond. Under the water tank.

Damn it!

The brothers and sisters quickly went to the river.

I only know that recently, there have been many people carrying water to irrigate the wheat, but it is not so likely that even the small river has been carried dry.

During this time, I played with Xiao Wuya every day, and I didn’t come to the river for a long time. Unexpectedly, the riverbed of this small river with clear water flowing all year round has dropped a lot. It used to be more than two meters wide. Now, It is less than one meter wide, and the further you go, the more likely it will shrink.

"If this goes on like this, the river will stop flowing before the seedlings are planted!" Yang Zimu said painfully.

Yang Zimu, who has already entered the role of a farmer, is worried about the weather and that this year's seedlings will not grow.

"It's over, this year's seedlings can't be planted anymore!" Shaking their heads while carrying water, Luo Hu and Wang San, any one of these tenants has more experience than the small crop Yang Zimu.

"That's right, if the water is cut off, it won't be able to lead to the fields. As far as the current situation is concerned, even using the bamboo tube diversion method like Brother Yang's and the others won't work!" Wang San thought carefully, bamboo tube diversion, Li's village In those fields, there are cracks as wide as palms, and that little water is not enough to fill the gaps.

"That's right, look at the winter water fields of Feng's and Zhang's families. There was no opening to release water. Now, there are also cracks. One can imagine that those fields we deliberately let go have no chance of storing water!" Luo Hu thought With such a difficult question, he had a headache.

"Don't worry about that much for now. A season is a season. At the moment, keeping the wheat is the business!" After Wang San finished speaking, without waiting for Luo Hu's answer, he carried water and went into the wheat field.

"The contract won't expire until next year. God, you'll do well next year!" Luo Hu was still thinking about this matter at this moment, hoping for God's mercy.

Unfortunately, until the time of wheat harvest, God has been dozing off, did not hear everyone's request, and did not shed a drop of rain.

The small river that hadn't dried up for many years was cut off decisively.

There are only occasional small fish swimming in deep pools.The big fish has long been caught by the children.

It is estimated that it will not be long before the lives of these little fish will be lost!
The part-time fishermen headed by Yang Zisen lost their jobs collectively.

"I can't fall down!"

"It can't be planted anymore! All the seedlings have grown into a single column of fragrance, and they can't survive if they are planted!"

"Oh my God, I'm going to take someone's life!"

"It's a pity that I'm sowing millet. If I had known, I could still cook a dry meal!"

In the village of Li's family, everyone was heartbroken when they met each other, and shared their sufferings.

The wheat was harvested three to five picks too much, but the millet was put a little too high!
Except for sighing that there is no water, everyone is helpless!

"Wang San, what are you doing carrying water?" Yang Danian saw Wang San carrying water from the ditch to the field with a hoe in his hand.

"Second brother Yang, I want to grow rice seedlings like side dishes." Wang San smiled wryly, treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, at any rate, let him harvest another season of millet.When the contract expires next year, if you don't plant for a season, the deficit won't be so bad.

How to grow side dishes?
One hoe, one nest, one nest, one vegetable, and one nest, one scoop of water.

Nothing is unachievable.

Plant it down, take good care of it, and if you can survive until it rains, it will be considered a success.

One spread to ten, ten to one hundred, every household, from morning to night, started an unprecedented and unheard-of revolution in planting rice seedlings!
"I see, let's do the same in our family tomorrow!" At the dinner table, Yang Danian made up his mind whether to sit and wait for death or to die, and everyone chose the latter.

"Oh, why am I so stupid!" Yang Ziqian slapped his forehead and scolded himself.

"What's the matter, girl!" Yang Danian asked worriedly seeing his daughter so excited.

"Father, you have forgotten too, there is a treasure sleeping in the cellar of our house!" Yang Ziqian patted himself on the head several times.

At home, Yueniang raised chickens, including seven hens and three roosters. Because they ate less, they laid fewer eggs.It was hard to get enough twenty eggs, but none of the hens showed signs of laying a nest to hatch chicks. As a last resort, Yang Danian was asked to sell them on the street.I cut some meat and boiled the oil.The mother and son of the taro were fried and eaten up in these oils, so I didn't open the cellar.At this moment, taro Zaizai has long been forgotten.

God, I'm such a madman, I forgot such an important thing!
"Really, look, dad is too old-fashioned!" After hearing what his daughter said, Yang Danian was also afraid.

"Tomorrow, instead of planting seedlings, we will plant taro seeds!" Several people looked at each other and smiled.

(End of this chapter)