Traveling through ancient times to get rid of poverty, the whole network sends me express delivery

Aunt Zhang twisted his ear and said, "You little bastard, how can you talk to your mother like that?"

"Oh, mother, be gentle, be gentle, or my ears will fall off if you pull them again." Lin Jingcheng shouted.

The laughter and joy in the kitchen diluted Lin Jingyou's sadness of leaving home.

Lin Dashan was delighted to eat pancakes made of white flour in the evening. He had always liked pancakes, and this time he was even happier and ate one more than usual.

The next morning, Shen Wanning was checking the growth of sweet potatoes at the back of the yard. From a distance, she heard Lin Jingce shouting outside.

"Mom, it's bad, it's bad, the well at the entrance of the village has dried up and there's no water. I just drew half a bucket of water and there's no water in the well anymore."

Not only Aunt Zhang, but everyone else also stopped what they were doing and looked solemn.

"Since the drought began, several wells in our village have run dry, and everyone relies on this well to survive. Now that even this well is dry, how can we survive? God, please open your eyes and send some rain!"

Aunt Zhang tilted her head back and squinted at the sky, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. She couldn't tell if it was from the sting of the sunlight or from worry.

Shen Wanning walked forward and took a look. Half of the water in the bucket was very turbid. It seemed that it was the water at the bottom of the well.

She couldn't help but feel a little worried. There was running water at her delivery station, but she had no way to get it directly. She had just learned how to install a water heater last night and installed one in her bathroom.

It’s fine for her to drink and take a bath, but how to solve the drinking water problem for the villagers?

"Old Lin's family, the village head asked everyone to go under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. I guess he wants to talk about the well water." Aunt Niu's husband, Lin Dashi, shouted from outside.

"Hey, here I come." Lin Dashan responded, holding his pipe and ready to take everyone over.

When they arrived under the old locust tree, other villagers who lived nearby had already arrived, and each of them looked worried.

There were even a few with dead expressions on their faces, as if they had lost hope in life.

The village head stood on a big rock and signaled everyone to be quiet.

"This well at the entrance of the village has been there for many years. Through countless droughts, the people of Daqing Village have relied on it to survive. Now that even this well has dried up, I'm afraid other villages aren't much better off than us. If you have any suggestions, please share them. Otherwise, I'm afraid our Daqing Village... Sigh!"

"Village head, this is God's will to destroy our Daqing Village! The drought has lasted for so long, and now even the wells are dry. This is leaving us no way to survive!"

"Yes, village head, we have been farmers for generations, what can we do?"

"Village head, can we ask for help from the surrounding villages? Can we get some water from their villages?"

The village head looked at the chaos below and sighed, "Ah, in this world, water is a precious thing that can save lives. Who would be willing to let us go to fetch some water? Especially since there are so many people in our village!"

"What should we do? It's okay if the fields have no water and no food, but if we have no water to drink, we might even lose our lives!"

"Yeah, yeah, it doesn't matter if I die, but what will I do with my three little kids at home?"

The village head again signaled for everyone to quiet down. "Well, let's say this: if anyone in the village can come up with a solution to the water problem, the village is willing to reward them with one hundred taels of silver! Do you all agree to pay this one hundred taels of silver from the village's public funds?"

"This... this is too much! The village spent part of the money on renovating the ancestral hall a few years ago. I remember there is not much public funds left, right?" Mrs. Hu's husband Lin Daqiang protested.

"When the ancestral hall was renovated last time, there were still 143 taels of public funds left," the village head replied.

Several people in the village echoed Lin Daqiang's words, "Yes, Li Zheng, isn't this too much? One hundred taels is enough for a family to live on for many years."

"Yes, Li Zheng, I think you should give us the remaining money and divide it among us!"

The village headman looked so disappointed that he beat his chest and stamped his feet in anger, "How short-sighted! How short-sighted! Of the more than one hundred taels of silver, each family only gets one tael. How many months can they survive?

Let alone buying food, this money is not even enough to buy water! If you spend this money, what will happen in the future? What will your children and grandchildren eat and drink? Will they die without water and money?

After hearing what the village head said, most people came to their senses. They all supported taking out 100 taels of silver from the public treasury as a reward to the person who solved the water problem.

"I'm going to lose my life, what's the point of asking for money!" Aunt Niu muttered softly.

Mrs. Xu glanced at Lin Daqiang and said, "He has no sons, so he married off his daughter and took a few taels of betrothal money for himself. Isn't he just caring about his own romantic pleasure? He doesn't have any descendants!"

The other women nearby thought it made more sense. They already had sons and would have grandchildren in the future, so they had to consider their descendants.

"Village head, I agree to give a hundred taels as a reward to whoever can solve the water problem!" Granny Qin shouted. Her grandson was her life, and she would rather die than let him live.

"Village head, I agree too!" the other women shouted from behind.

Gradually, the shouting became louder and louder. The village head breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone was understanding.

The village head raised his hand again. "Okay, okay, I never make decisions alone on important matters in our village. Since most people agree on this, then we will do so. Anyone who can solve the village's water problem will be rewarded with one hundred taels of silver."

Go home and think of a solution. Whoever comes up with it first gets the money. If… in the end, no one can solve the problem, and the village is really at its wit's end, then we can divide the money! I'll have done my duty to our ancestors!"

When he spoke the last part, the headman's voice became noticeably softer, and even his back bent.

"Village head!" Everyone shouted with tears in their eyes.

The village head stepped down from the stone and sighed deeply, "I hope God will have mercy on our Daqing Village!"

When we got home, everyone had a sad face and no one spoke.

Now, my family only has two and a half buckets of water left, and I don’t know how long it will last. Some families may not even have a bucket of water, so they won’t be able to hold out for much longer.

Shen Wanning sat in the yard in a daze, her eyes fixed on the outside. But in reality, she was chatting with the netizens in the live broadcast room.

Liuyeqingqing: It turns out that drought was so terrible in ancient times. If no solution was found, the villagers in Daqing Village would have died.

My beloved: Let's think of a way to help them! After watching the live broadcast for so long, I can't treat them as characters in a TV series.

Xiao Nuomi: They are all real people, not characters in TV dramas.