A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Seeing that it was about time, Jiang Xia led everyone towards a well at the entrance of the village.

This well is actually a seepage well, usually fed by water seeping in from the Xiaoqing ditch. The water quality is incomparable to that of the old well; villagers mostly use it for washing clothes and irrigating fields.

The Xiaoqinggou ditch is almost dry, so the water level in this well is terribly low.

After Jiang Dazhu and the others moved the hand pump well over, Jiangxia began the installation.

Uncle Jiang from the village took some pieces of wood and, under Jiang Xia's direction, shaped them into a triangular pyramid.

Place this triangular pyramid at the wellhead.

After the cast iron pipe was tightened, it was installed on the well shaft.

Then they called over a few more villagers, and together with Jiang Dazhu and the others, they placed the hand pump well on a wooden triangular cone.

At Grandma Jiangxia's suggestion, a rope was wrapped around the outside of the hand pump to make it more secure and integrated with the triangular pyramid.

While Jiangxia was busy, the news of a strange-looking machine being installed in Jiangjia Village spread far and wide.

Everyone in the production team who could leave came to see the spectacle.

Hundreds of people formed a circle, ignoring the scorching sun overhead, their skin oily from the heat, but they still refused to leave.

The children crawled between the adults' legs.

When I saw the children from Jiangjia Village, their mouths were all bulging. Curious, I asked them what was wrong, and learned that all the children in Jiangjia Village had candy to eat.

This was quite a scene; the children's cries and the adults' shouts and beatings made the land even more lively.

After setting up the hand pump well, Jiangxia used a fault scanner to check it again.

Everything in front of me is green.

Successfully completed and running smoothly!

He waved to Jiang Dazhu, who quickly brought over a bucket of water and poured it into the hand pump.

Soon, water began to flow from the well's outlet.

With preparations complete, Jiangxia began pressing the handle up and down.

Huff, huff.

Those on the outside could only see Jiang Xia struggling with a handle, but they didn't understand what he was doing.

"What is this college student from the Jiang family doing?"

"I don't know, I came to see the big trucks. These wheels are huge!"

"Pshaw, that's nothing! Do you even know what's on this truck?"

"Printed fabric! What a huge roll!"

"Wow, Jiangjia Village has gotten rich!"

Listening to the crowd's discussion, Jiang Xia remained calm and continued pressing down on the pressure points.

"Got it!" Jiang Xia's lips curled up, and he could clearly feel a resistance in his hand, no longer as light and airy as the previous few times.

Sure enough, with another press, a thick stream of water gushed out from the outlet.

Wow!

The water splashed onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

“It’s out of the water!”

“It’s out of the water!”

The people of Jiangjia Village cheered.

Jiangxia continued pressing the handle, maintaining the pressure, and the water flowed continuously, quickly turning the muddy ground in front of him into a wet mess.

"Oh dear, what a pity." Uncle Jiang slapped his thigh and was about to grab a hoe to divert water into the field.

Jiang Xia thought the old man was worried about the water, so he stopped what he was doing.

The water flow slowed down, paused a few times, and then stopped completely. Jiang Dazhu caught the last stream of water with a bucket.

"Hey, why is the water out? Is it broken?"

Jiang Xia laughed and explained, "Third Uncle, it's not that easy to break. It's a waste for me to just draw water here empty. I might as well just connect a pipe and extend it into the field."

"It's still fighting! Can I give it a try?"

Indeed, men are boys until they die; they are always curious about new and interesting things.

"Of course, first add water into the well, then press the handle like I just did." Jiang Xia stepped aside, and Uncle Jiang hurriedly came up, grabbed the handle, and started pressing.

Not a moment.

Splash! The water came out.

Uncle Jiang no longer cared about wasting water and pressed the pump vigorously, one stroke at a time.

The water gushed out with a rushing sound.

The child who was closest plunged headfirst into the water.

"It's so cool!"

With one boy taking the lead, the rest of the boys followed suit, standing one by one in front of the current waiting to be swept away.

The braver ones stand at the front, facing the gushing water head-on, screaming as they are swept away.

Those who are timid can stand to the side and wait to get their bodies wet from the splashing water.

Eventually, it evolved into a game, a contest to see who could last the longest underwater...

While the children were having fun, Jiang Xia and Da Zhu had already cut down a bunch of bamboo and brought it back.

They lit a fire and threw a steel rod in to burn.

Once it's right, push it along the bamboo joint. A section of water pipe is now complete.

Several experienced craftsmen from the village also stepped forward to help Jiangxia lay out the bamboo sections.

Simple water supply pipeline completed!

Install the water pipe made of bamboo tubes into the outlet of the hand pump well.

Jiangxia signaled to continue pressurizing the water.

He led a group of people straight to the cornfield at the entrance of the village.

Before we even arrived at the location, we heard people at the edge of the field shouting, "The water's coming out!"

"Hahaha, no need to carry water anymore, no need to carry water anymore!" A boy sat on the ground and sobbed.

"Grandpa, why didn't you bring this sooner? I've been fetching water from the river before dawn every day. My shoulders are almost broken!"

Looking at his cousin, who was just over ten years old, Jiang Xia helped him up and put a piece of candy in his mouth: "Don't cry, it will be alright. It will get better and better!"

The little boy savored the sweetness in his mouth and grinned foolishly.

Jiang Wuzhu squeezed through the crowd, followed by a red-faced man.

"Young master, the captain of the Third Brigade next door is looking for you!"

The red-faced man first looked at the water gushing from the bamboo tube, noticing that the current was quite strong. He then estimated the distance.

"Wow, that's 3 li (1.5 kilometers), and you managed to deliver that far!"

"It can deliver about 5 miles. Any further and we'll need to use a larger diameter well. But that's not cost-effective and it's too much work."

"Hehe, Jiang, um, college student Jiang. Do you have any more of this?"

All eyes turned to them, and the scene became quiet.

"There's another set, but that's all Jiangjia Village's share, used for experiments."

"Eh"

A chorus of sighs rang out.

When the people of Jiangjia Village heard Jiang Xia say this, they inexplicably straightened their backs.

"Haha, who told you your village doesn't have any college students?"

"That's right, back when Grandpa Jiang was in school, didn't you all say that others were wasting food!"

"What, are you having second thoughts now?"

Hearing the mockery from the people of Jiangjia Village, those with any self-respect took a few steps back.

But there were still some oddballs: "Aren't there condoms on the ground? Why can't we use them!"

"Isn't this communism? What, you won't accept good things?"

The crowd parted instantly, revealing a few people who were echoing the sentiments.

Jiang Wuzhu flew into a rage and charged toward the group. The onlookers pushed aside to make way for him.

"You bastards from Qin Family Village! You dare mention that? I'll beat you to death!"

The men were so frightened that they turned and ran, but they couldn't escape.

He was hit countless times in the crowd before he finally squeezed his way out, his face bruised and swollen.

The group was about to utter some threats when they saw Jiang Wuzhu making a move to charge. They quickly tucked their tails between their legs and ran away.

Jiang Xia found a large rock, stood on it, and shouted loudly, "Fellow villagers, comrades! I, Jiang Xia, am now an engineer at the steel rolling mill!"

"This trip back to my hometown is to confirm the effectiveness of the hand pump well and see if it is suitable for us farmers to use."

"Although we only have two sets now, once the effects are verified, our steel rolling mill will continue to produce Hongxing water pressure wells."

"We want every village and every household to be able to use this!"

"What do you say, is it good or not!"

After Jiang Xia finished speaking, Wu Zhu clapped his hands, and applause rang out from all around.