Sister Han is good at farming

Because of the drought, the hearts of the people in Qingshui County were shrouded in a haze. On the one hand, they were worried about the unknown future, and on the other hand, they tried every possible way to pray for rain.

Only Ruan Qingqing's family has been busy in an orderly manner.

"Dad, I'm going to the cornfield today to see if it's ready to be harvested."

Ruan Qingqing suggested during breakfast.

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Ruan Wantie nodded.

"We should harvest as much as we can! We also need to prepare the land as soon as possible and then plant wheat. We will also harvest sorghum and late rice later."

After saying this in a series, he was stunned.

“It’s going to be very busy.”

Ruan Qingqing hurriedly suggested: "Dad, if you are really too busy, let's hire someone!"

"I can still handle it for now, so there's no need to hire anyone. If I really can't handle it, I'll ask your Uncle Chi to come to our house to help." Ruan Wantie said calmly.

"I just don't know when the county magistrate will open the canal to release water. Now many places have no water to drink. Even if there are water wheels in the fields, the water is just enough. Some people have even set their sights on the mountain stream at Wudaoling."

Ruan Qingqing looked up suddenly. "Are they going to dig a ditch to divert the water in the mountain stream to another place?"

"Isn't it? Your father and I have argued with many people about this." When Ruan Wantie mentioned this, the food in his mouth became tasteless.

"If we don't release the water from Qianlong River, something bad will happen! Several families in the village have already had fights because of the water."

Ruan Qingqing also put down her chopsticks. "Dad, have you asked Uncle Chi when the county magistrate is going to open the canal to release water?"

"Why didn't you ask? It is said that the county magistrate has not agreed to dig a canal because the ownership of the buffer reservoir has not been determined." Ruan Wantie wiped his mouth.

“Who owns the buffer reservoir?”

"There are several gentry and landlords who want to obtain the ownership of the buffer reservoir, but the county magistrate has not given them a definite answer."

Ruan Qingqing slowed down her chewing when she heard this. It seemed that the county magistrate was already proceeding according to her idea.

But the buffer reservoir must not be owned by an individual. Otherwise, when a drought comes, someone will close the buffer reservoir to make huge profits, and no one in the surrounding area will have any water to use!

Zhou Zheng was also thinking about this question. These old foxes who are obsessed with money!

He clearly said that they were allowed to build workshops outside the buffer reservoir, but they were so aggressive that they wanted to take ownership of the buffer reservoir. If it was really delegated to them, would they start selling water next?

A bunch of greedy old guys!

But the villages and towns below are in urgent need of water. If there is no other way, we have to dig canals to release water first!

"Master, two people died in the village today because of a water disturbance." The lawyer reported in a serious tone.

Zhou Zheng couldn't wait any longer, "How are the channels dug in other places going?"

"We have recruited migrant workers overnight, and the canal has been almost dug, but we haven't had time to dig reservoirs and artificial lakes yet."

"Gather the men again and rush to the Qianlong River dam in Qingping Town to dig a channel to release the water!"

The master hesitated and said, "Master, if we open the canal to release water now, it will be much more difficult to dig the reservoir and artificial lake later."

Zhou Zheng waved his hand and said, "It's alright, just get through this first. The rest will be fine when we get to the bridgehead!"

"Yes!"

"It is also imperative to carefully record the working hours of migrant workers so that they can be guaranteed to work properly and be paid accordingly."

"I understand! We must get this done! But Mr. Wang and his people..."

"If they don't give in, just let them go. It's not like our county government can't handle these things without them! It's just that it's done a little slower! Do you really think I, Zhou Zheng, am begging them for money? Humph! They've got such big appetites!"

“But this funding…”

"Tomorrow I will go to the prefectural capital and sit in front of the prefect to cry poor. I don't believe that you can't ask for nothing! I, Zhou Zheng, have never asked for anything before. This is my first request, so the prefect should at least show some respect! Such a great thing cannot be delayed due to lack of funds."

The county magistrate made up his mind to open the canal and release water, but Ruan Qingqing and his friends were busy harvesting corn.

The corn with husks still on was carried home in baskets, which soon attracted the attention of the villagers.

"Ruan Laosi, harvesting corn!"

"Yes!" Ruan Wantie wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sweat towel around his neck and kept walking.

"How's your corn harvest?" someone asked.

"It's just average. You know we plant corn sparsely at home." Ruan Wantie said vaguely.

"I really don't know what you are thinking. You want to plant corn so sparsely. Not only is it a waste of land, but the yield is also low. I really don't know what the purpose is. If you ask me, we should do it according to the method passed down by our ancestors."

The visitor chattered incessantly.

"What do you know? What if Fourth Brother Ruan's family is trying another planting method that can increase yields?" A young man couldn't stand it anymore and retorted.

"Didn't you hear what he said? The harvest was just average?" The man was unconvinced.

"Brother Ruan hasn't harvested all of his corn yet. Besides, his family has never grown corn before, so how can they know what is considered a high yield and what is considered a low yield?"

"One pole and one corn cob, what can be wrong with that? How much can we increase production capacity and output?"

"Brother Ruan's corn cobs are much bigger than ours."

Someone with sharp eyes pointed at the corn cobs in the basket carried by Ruan Wantie and said loudly.

"Yes! Yes! It's much bigger than us!"

Ruan Wantie didn't say anything, just smiled and walked home quickly as if his feet were greased.

But this group of people will not leave tactfully if you ignore them.

When Ruan Wantie returned to the cornfield, he found it crowded with people again. Some even broke off the corn cobs and peeled off the husks to compare with their own corn.

Ruan Qingqing tried to stop him but failed.

"Ruan Laosi's corn cobs have 14 rows of kernels, while mine only have eight to ten rows of kernels."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd exploded.

"Ruan Laosi's corn production has also increased significantly!"

"Look! There are two corn cobs on the corn stalk of Fourth Brother Ruan's house!" Someone pointed at a corn stalk and exclaimed as if he had discovered the New World.

"I'm telling you, I'm planting sweet potatoes in my cornfield! If any of you steps on my sweet potatoes, I'll make you pay for it!" Ruan Wantie said sternly.

"Don't worry, Ruan Laosi! We are very careful! We definitely didn't step on your sweet potatoes!"

"Yes! Ruan Laosi, when will you tell us the techniques to increase corn production?"

"Let's talk about it later! Our family is very busy recently and we don't have time!" Ruan Wantie refused without thinking.

I told them the tips for increasing potato production before, but what happened later? They started spreading rumors about their own daughter, and they don’t remember the favor at all.

When there is something to ask for help, you ask him for help. When there is nothing to ask for, you laugh at him. How can you do things this way?

A group of grandsons who pick up their bowls to eat meat, and put down their chopsticks to curse their mothers!