Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Feeling the gaze of his adoptive father, Cui Jingwen straightened his back.

"That's right." He couldn't show his weakness in front of his adoptive father. "I've searched through books and observed the stars at night. This place... well... the purple star is shining brightly, and auspicious dragons are circling. There must be water!"

Lin and Cui Zhaozhao touched their foreheads in tacit understanding and tilted their heads to the side, their movements surprisingly consistent.

Silang and Wulang opened their mouths wide, saying, "Third brother is so awesome!"

Cui Chengliang slapped his forehead. That's right! This body of his had never been educated, but Cui Jingwen had. How could he have forgotten such an important thing?

The villagers will definitely listen to the scholars and believe whatever they say.

Sure enough, his guess was correct, there must be water here.

Cui Chengliang snatched the hoe from Silang's hand: "You all take a break, I'll dig for a while."

Silang rubbed his hands and reached out to take the shovel from his third brother's hand. Scholars should not be allowed to do hard labor.

I pulled it but it didn't move.

Cui Jingwen brushed Silang aside and politely rolled up his sleeves: "I'll do it."

He is not weak.

Today he is going to fight for this honor.

Cui Chengliang has become accustomed to these tasks. When he first arrived, he was not used to everything. He had to chop wood before eating, walk at least ten miles when going out, and also farm.

Three years later, he had long been accustomed to the high-intensity labor and could plow an acre of land without even breathing hard.

Cui Jingwen gritted his teeth, the veins on his neck were all working hard, he could do it!

The shovel was unstable and Cui Jingwen fell to the side. Cui Zhaozhao was standing next to him studying the map. The two of them rushed towards the stone wall.

While I was dizzy, a familiar prompt sound rang in my ears.

[Positioning successful, distance to water source -10 cm.]

Cui Zhaozhao's face was pressed against the stone wall, but his eyes were wide open. He didn't bother to push his brother away and looked straight at the map.

The original red dot turned into a green dot.

"Are you hurt? Let me take a look." Lin pushed Cui Jingwen aside and picked her daughter down from the stone wall.

Cui Zhaozhao didn't bother to speak, his eyes staring into the air.

The green dot turned red again.

Water resources are in the stone walls!

Lin rubbed her little face distressedly: "It's okay, it's okay, the skin is not broken."

"You're wrong. It's not underground." Cui Zhaozhao grabbed her mother's hand, pointed to the stone wall where her face had just been pressed, and said in a whisper that only the two of them could hear: "It's in the stone!"

Lin looked at the stone wall beside him. It was not impossible.

"Then chisel."

Cui Jingwen's head was full of questions, wondering what his mother and sister were talking about.

Cui Chengliang also stopped and wiped the dirt off his face.

"She just bumped into the stone wall, and heard the sound of flowing water inside." Lin pointed her finger at the stone wall, where Cui Zhaozhao was slapped against the wall and her face touched it.

Shiro instantly gained strength: "I'll do it, I'll do it!"

The thought of digging out a water source with my own hands makes my blood boil.

Silang took action, the rubble crumbled, and with two or three strokes he dug out a small hole.

"This stone is so brittle." Wulang picked up the broken stone on the ground. It was different from ordinary stones. It looked like many thin pieces of stone put together.

Lin also picked up a piece, which looked like shale.

Suddenly, Shiro stopped moving and stood in front of the stone wall with his mouth open.

water!

"Aunt...Aunt San..." Shilang swallowed.

Is he so tired that he feels dizzy?

"Mother, look, spring water!"

At first, yellow muddy water flowed out of the small hole in the wall, but soon the spring water became clear and rushed out from the stone wall.

"What's going on! Did they really dig out spring water?!" Cui Jingwen just sat down to take a breath, but ended up getting drenched in water.

When the cold spring water poured over his body, Cui Jingwen felt like a fish in water and came back to life again.

All the fatigue disappeared.

He stood up, scooped up a handful of water with his hand, licked it, and drank it all in one gulp.

He smacked his lips. "Sweet."

It was not enough for Shiro and Goro to wash their faces with spring water, they also washed their necks and arms.

The longer there is no water in the ditch, the longer they haven't had a bath.

It feels so comfortable.

Lin and Cui Zhaozhao could not hide their excitement.

"Silang, please expand the water hole." The water hole is too small now and it is difficult to see the size of the water flow.

"Okay." Shilang now felt that he had endless strength. He rolled up his sleeves, swung his arms and chiseled at the stone wall.

As the water hole grew larger, the spring water surged like a faucet.

Endless.

Cui Chengliang licked his cracked lips, grinned, his heart pounding, and he couldn't suppress his excitement and excitement.

With such a strong flow of water, it is more than enough to irrigate the land in the whole village.

The crops in the field can survive!

The sweet and clear water quickly flooded half of the forest, and Silang was so anxious that he jumped to his feet.

"Quick, plug it up! Such clean water, what a shame!"

The river was blocked by stones and branches, but was broken through by the current and continued to surge.

Cui Chengliang struggled to find his voice: "I...I'll go tell the headman!"

Lin washed her hands with the spring water.

"Let's go down the mountain together."

In the fields, workers threw away the dead crops, their faces filled with endless sorrow.

Under the big locust tree, around the well, a group of people were arguing.

"Why won't you let me fetch water? I didn't get any water yesterday afternoon. You have to give me these two buckets of water first." The tall man raised his voice.

The people in the queue were not willing to be outdone: "Your queue is for water in the afternoon, but it's morning now, so you can't get water."

The water in the well has been getting less and less these days, so it’s first come, first served.

The tall man slammed the bucket at them and said, "I want this water today. If you don't agree, you can kill me!"

He hadn't been able to get water for several days, and even though he had exchanged food for it two days before, he couldn't cook. His four-year-old son was so hungry that he stole raw rice to eat, but he couldn't defecate, and his stomach was frighteningly big.

He couldn't watch his son die.

The tall man's eyes were scarlet and scary.

"The water-drawing time is arranged by the village head. You can't blame us if you can't get water. Every family needs water."

"There are water sellers in the county town. If you can't wait, go buy some water. Don't try to steal ours."

No one cares whether he lives or dies.

What’s more, who doesn’t lack water?

The village head heard the quarrel under the big locust tree. If it were usual, he would have scolded and mediated the conflict, but today he didn't even look at them.

What's the point of going out? He can't make water appear out of thin air.

There is only so much water in the well in a day. If we give it to one family, the other family will have nothing to drink.

I thought that life would be better with food.

I can't stop sighing.

When Lin and his men arrived, a fight had already broken out under the big locust tree.

The tall man clung to the edge of the well, letting fists fall on his body while struggling to draw water.

Cui Chengliang immediately recognized the tall man who was being beaten and became angry: "Are you going to beat him to death?"

He stepped forward to stop the crowd and put the tall man behind him.

Someone leaned over and shouted, "He's asking for trouble. The village head scheduled him for the afternoon, but he insisted on getting water in the morning."

Cui Chengliang helped the person behind him up: "Are you okay, Dazhi?"

Dazhi is of the same age as him, and their land is adjacent to each other. They often help each other and he is one of Cui Chengliang's few friends here.

The man who had just been beaten without saying a word burst into tears when he saw Cui Chengliang's face.

"My Fulai doesn't have drinking water. I can't watch him die, Third Brother. I've always treated you as my brother. Don't stop me. Even if they beat me to death today, I will make sure Fulai has drinking water."

Cui Chengliang couldn't help but choke up. After three years of being together, in his heart, Dazhi was no different from his own brother.

"You're so stupid! If you want to die, you should ask your brother if I agree."