A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

It's really very nourishing!

Jiangxia's stomach ached from the tonic.

Last night, after Jiang Xia ate the biggest blood eel, he felt sleepy and crawled into a pile of dry grass, hoping to sleep until dawn.

Wang Kui was busy adjusting the tractor's throttle to prevent the water pump from drying out and causing it to run dry.

Sanzhu was busy helping his future father-in-law manage the paddy fields and didn't have time for him.

So, Jiangxia, quite immorally, ejaculated profusely in the haystack.

Hey, you know what, after clearing out the waste, I really feel light as a feather!

Bullshit! Chun Chun is just hungry.

Two large bowls were filled with a mixture of eel and noodles. Jiang Xia ate until he was covered in sweat, and the old village chief laughed heartily, saying that Jiang Xia was too weak and that he would definitely get him some blood eels to nourish him after the rice harvest.

Finally, they took the militiaman Gousheng—no, Gou Dan—and headed to Shangwa Village together.

We brought Gou Dan along for two reasons: first, to have him guide us, and second, naturally, to let him learn the basics of tractor operation, so that he wouldn't be a laughingstock if he didn't know how to drive the machine when he was assigned to it.

It's better for people to wait for machines than for machines to wait for people.

Where there is Xiawacun, there is Shangwacun; there's no problem with that.

Compared to Xiawa Village, Shangwa Village is rather pitiful. The entire village is built halfway up the mountain, and their drinking water comes from a small stream in the mountains.

Since the stream dried up last year, the people of Shangwa Village have embarked on the arduous journey of fetching water from the mountain.

The furthest water-fetching team once searched for water all the way to Jiangjia Village.

Unlike other villages where wells are dug for irrigation, they dug them to survive...

The awesome Plus sped along the mountain path, making its way all the way up to the mountainside.

The sudden appearance of the tractor startled the villagers at the village entrance.

The village chief of Shangwa Village was a burly man with a red face. He had gathered the villagers and wanted to go down the mountain to help carry the machine.

The "putt-putt" sound from Xiawa Village last night lasted all night. They listened to it all night too; the annoying roar sounded like heavenly music to them.

After all, the moment that sound is heard, it means there is water!

In Shangwa Village, Jiangxia and his group received an overwhelming welcome, far exceeding what they had received elsewhere. All sorts of local produce were crammed into the truck.

There was even an old woman leaning on her cane who insisted on stuffing eggs into Jiang Xia's arms.

After some polite refusals, the red-faced village chief spoke up.

"Comrade Jiangxia, I made a mistake." The hearty man was now somewhat embarrassed.

"Nobody in my village knows how to find a water source. I made it up in the commune just to get a chance to be ranked."

Jiang Xia was dumbfounded. What should she do? She didn't know how to find it either!

Jiang Xia looked at Wang Kui, who shrugged at him, "How about we go and bring over Grandpa Wei from Qin Family Village? Didn't you say he knew something about a dowsing rod?"

Unexpectedly, these words stirred up a hornet's nest, and the villagers instantly became agitated.

A few impatient ones even pulled out machetes and waved them in the air, shouting that they wanted to bleed the people of Qin Family Village.

Startled, Wang Kui stood in front of Jiang Xia, constantly regretting why he hadn't brought the jeep out.

Fortunately, the red-faced village chief displayed his authority and managed to suppress the group.

Only after asking did they learn that before the Lunar New Year, the people of Shangwa Village had heard that the old man Wei knew some feng shui techniques.

They went down the mountain to ask him for help in finding water, but the old man said that he possessed a secret technique that could not be used lightly.

Shangwa Village gathered a bunch of mountain products before asking him to help.

Unexpectedly, at the location he designated, the entire village carried water on their shoulders and in their hands for a month, digging ten meters deep, but found not a drop of water.

Enraged, the villagers confronted Old Man Wei, demanding an explanation. Old Man Wei retorted that the villagers had dug too slowly, causing the water vein to escape!

There are many hunters in Shangwa Village, and they usually worship the mountain god when they go into the mountains. They accepted Old Man Wei's explanation.

The villagers pooled together some of their most treasured furs and asked him to make another sale.

Old Man Wei declined, saying that the secret technique for finding water could only be used once a year, and even if he were asked to do it again, he couldn't guarantee that he could definitely find water.

The villagers thought, "We've already spent so much, what's one more expense? Otherwise, we'll be losing money hand over fist." Old Wei accepted the gift, wandered all over the mountain, ate several chunks of the village's cured meat, and finally pointed to a spot and said there was water down there.

The villagers excitedly dug again, but after digging 2 meters deep, they found only piles of rubble underneath.

Various jagged rocks, interlocking and scattered, what to do!

The villagers then realized they had been tricked by that damned old man.

But this matter cannot be discussed in detail yet. On one hand, the higher authorities have repeatedly issued orders to break down feudal superstitions, while on the other hand, the cunning old man said from the beginning that he could not guarantee that the water would come out.

The people of Shangwa Village had no choice but to swallow their anger and suffer in silence.

After hearing the story, Jiang Xia made no judgment. He just held his head and wondered where to start drilling.

After all, Jiang Xia only knows how to play with machines, and that broken system didn't even mention creating a water-finding specialization for him to level up his skills.

Ask the village chief where the stream in the mountains originates.

Jiangxia's idea was simple: if there was a source, then there must be water in that place; it was just that the groundwater level had dropped and it was no longer flowing out automatically.

Unfortunately, after asking around, everyone looked around in confusion.

We use water whenever we have it; who would bother looking for the source?

Jiang Xia then drew upon his meager geological knowledge and said, "Since we can't find the source, there must be a pool of water! Let's follow the pool where you used to draw water and dig downwards; maybe there's water left underground."

A group of people nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, yes!"

If it's right, let's get started.

Arriving at the dried-up pond, they found a flat spot nearby. They set up the drilling rig, and it started creaking and groaning again.

……

In Xiawa Village, a gentle breeze blows across the rice paddies, creating ripples of rice that seem to express gratitude to those working in the fields.

The old village chief looked at the rice paddies with a broad smile, his face etched with deep wrinkles.

It was the occasional glance to the side that disrupted the overall atmosphere.

"Boss, what are you looking at? They're just two wells! Why are you staring at them for so long?"

The elderly man in military uniform chuckled: "Your two wells are quite remarkable. By the way, how long did it take that young fellow to dig them?"

"I estimate it will take about half an hour to finish the first bite."

"The second one was made by the young master of the Jiang family, or rather, Comrade Jiang Xia, who felt the water level was too low for the pump to draw in, so he made an extra one. It only took half an hour."

Wang Hu Zi was delighted and quickly summoned a thin man who had been observing the well.

Wang Huzi looked at him and said, "How about it, Wang Tie? Not bad, right?"

Wang Tie was lean and wiry with a dark complexion, clearly someone who was often exposed to the sun.

He shook his head: "Absolutely not! The two wells are too close together! And this place is muddy; over time, the well walls will be affected by ground subsidence and eventually tilt!"

"Moreover, using iron pipes as well walls will definitely cause them to rust over time! By then, the well will be unusable!"

"I reckon these two wells might have hit a partially sealed underground cavern. The reason there's so much water coming out now is because the air pressure inside the cavern is pushing the water out."

"I don't have the data on how much compressed gas there is, so I can't calculate it. This water gushing phenomenon will probably stop in a week at most, and then we'll have to rely on hand pumps to pump water!"

"This is the well that Jiang Xia and his men dug? It's a complete mess! There's absolutely no regard for standards! The only good thing is that it caused less damage to the surrounding soil!"

Wang Tie looked at the old village chief and said:

"This well is okay for temporary use, but it's really unreliable! Where are they now? Let's go check it out quickly. Drilling a well is no easy task, and if we're going to do it, we have to do it well!"