The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

The sun was shining brightly. Song Yuntang walked around the village entrance and saw the busy figures of Song Jinbao and his two sons from afar. His uncle's father and son were also not far away.

The fields of the two families were close to each other, and they often worked together.

Song Jinsheng had sharp eyes and spotted her as soon as she emerged from behind the banyan tree. "Tang'er, why are you here?"

"come and see."

Song Yuntang walked along the narrow ridge of the field towards the group of people.

Song Jinbao wiped the sweat from his face and frowned as he looked at his daughter walking towards him from a distance. "The sun is scorching. If you stay out in the sun for too long, you'll get peeled off. Let's go back quickly."

Song Yuntang didn't respond to him and just walked forward on his own.

She first checked the location of her own farmland. Although it was not top-quality farmland, the father and son were diligent and the fields were well taken care of.

After looking at the location of the fields, he followed the route taken by several people carrying water to the Well River flowing at the foot of the mountain.

Because Jingshui River is located close to the mountains, its terrain is slightly higher than the farmland. On one side is the mountain, and on the other side is the river embankment that is reinforced by the villagers every year.

Carrying water to irrigate farmland every day is too hard and inefficient.

There is still more than a month before the harvest. At this stage, the river is flowing slowly and there is no wind, but we can use human-powered water wheels.

Although the waterwheel relies on manpower, its efficiency is much higher.

Song Yuntang didn't delay any longer. He explored the terrain here and immediately went back.

The Song family father and sons all stopped what they were doing and looked at Song Yuntang with puzzlement as he left without even saying hello.

"Dad, can you see what Tang'er is going to do?" Song Jinyuan asked.

Song Jinbao shook his head, "I don't understand."

Song Jinsheng thought of Song Yuntang's suicide attempt the day before yesterday, and her conversation with him yesterday, and alarm bells began to ring in his heart.

"She's not coming here to see the depth of the river, is she?"

"Why would you check the depth of the river..." Song Jinyuan was puzzled at first, but then he realized, "No way!"

"Even though the engagement was called off, that bastard Huang Heyu did this today. Now the villagers don't know what to think of her. Tang'er has always valued her reputation. What if he gets upset again..."

Song Jinsheng was a little hesitant to continue.

Listening to the conversation between his two sons, Song Jinbao broke out in a cold sweat.

"Hurry up and work, then go home when you're done."

Song Jinyuan and Song Jinsheng both sighed helplessly.

Ugh!

This sister is really a worry.

……

Song Yuntang walked back home from the village entrance, enduring the strange looks of the villagers along the way. Fortunately, she had replaced her core, which was strong enough. If it were the old Song Yuntang, she might have ended up in a dead end again.

Without thinking much, she returned to her room, took out a pen and paper, and began to write and draw on the paper. Based on the appearance of the waterwheel she had seen in her previous life, she depicted it on the paper bit by bit.

Fortunately, when I was researching Chinese medicinal herbs in my previous life, I traveled a lot in the mountains and forests and saw many water wheels. I wasted two sheets of draft paper and finally drew the whole picture.

Looking at his masterpiece, Song Yuntang's eyes and brows were full of smiles.

Now, once this thing is made, it can be used.

Although she has good painting skills, she does not know carpentry. If she wants to present her drawings, she has to find a professional carpenter to do it.

She remembered that Song Mazi, who lived near the village entrance, was a carpenter. Song Mazi was a bachelor. Because he had pockmarks all over his face, people disliked his ugly appearance and he had never been able to get married when he was young.

Now I am twenty-five or twenty-six years old, which is neither too old nor too young, and no girl is willing to marry me.

In previous years, carpenters still had work to do, but this year the harvest is poor and there is much less work, so Song Mazi should be free recently.

After putting away the drawings and drinking a glass of water, Song Yuntang just wanted to lean against the head of the bed and rest.

The weather was scorching hot and the sweat on my body never dried up. My hair and clothes were wet and dry, and they stuck to my body, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.

At noon, I drank a bowl of porridge and ate a few mouthfuls of wild vegetables with little oil. After running to the private school and the fields in the afternoon, the food had been digested long ago. Now the feeling of hunger came over me, and I felt dizzy from time to time.

To be honest, we are still too poor.

No matter whether the harvest is good or not, you will never go hungry if you have money.