Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

How else? How could human beings change the world in such an instant?

Secretary Ma paced back and forth until the water level stabilized and he was relieved to confirm that it would not rise further.

"Xiao Qiu, some crops have been destroyed on both sides. Can we fill them up?"

Leng Yanqiu had an idea: "Uncle Ma, look, one big pond, one small pond, one square pond, one round pond are perfect. I plan to repair them and plant some fish fry so that they can be used to water the fields. They can also be opened to the public for fishing. Villagers who want to start a small business can sell bait, open a farmhouse, and give out meals or something."

This is a good idea. Secretary Ma looked forward and backward and became more and more delighted. "The top scholar is smart. God dug these two pits at the right time. People who come to fish can just walk along the riverside road. There is also ample parking space. The elderly in our village don't have to walk too much. They can just stroll out of the village to the fish pond."

Some villagers were worried: "Secretary, it's easy to spread the fish fry, but who can guarantee that people will come to fish? The river is long, and people can't fish anywhere they want?"

"If you don't want to come, then don't come! Can't you sell the fish when they grow up? I tell you, you don't even have to spend money to buy the fry. Once the gates along the river are opened, water will flow through both sides. Aren't there ready-made wild fish?"

Secretary Ma became more and more excited as he spoke: "Boss Ding, Boss Leng, it's settled! I'll go get someone to open the gate!"

No one is willing to wait a few more days for proper repairs, so they put the fish in first to let them adapt to the environment.

There were actually a few villagers who were tempted. They had nothing to do at home, so when they saw a car or someone coming to fish, they prepared some food and drinks and tried to sell them. It didn't cost any money, and if they couldn't sell them, they could still use them at home.

"Guihua, no, Boss Ding, Boss Xiao, our family is always at your service. If you need any work, we will be there at your beck and call!"

"We too! Available whenever you call!"

There was laughter and the atmosphere was harmonious.

There were also a few old men who often squatted by the river to fish and were more proactive. They came forward to offer advice and talk about their experiences and lessons learned from many years of fishing, how best to trim the edge of the fish pond, and how to meet the various needs of experienced anglers.

The mother and daughter listened carefully, and took a group of people to walk around the two quasi-fish ponds, one square and one round. A more complete plan was made while they were chatting and laughing.

Secretary Ma not only asked people to open the sluice gates, but also called on the villagers who were not present to gather with their tools. He did not need to worry about how to repair the pond bank, but he still had to clean up the broken concrete blocks and railings in advance.

The two paths outside the railing were flattened directly.

"It's been years since we've seen the whole village working together to do something voluntarily." Secretary Ma leaned on his shovel and sighed to Leng Yanqiu, "This is so great! In fact, our villagers are quite united."

"Yes!" Leng Yanqiu nodded. She once hated this village just like the Leng family, and felt that she was bullied by the villagers because of her single family. But now she felt the enthusiasm and kindness of the villagers again and again. Why? She understood.

You have to stand up for yourself before you can gain the respect of others.

The stronger you are, the more kindness and enthusiasm you will receive.

The more the weak cry, the weaker they become; the more the strong fight, the stronger they become.

"If Uncle Ma is not busy these days, please help keep an eye on the project and bring a few people to help the bridge repairman. I will pay them."

According to the planning just now, there will be two more arch bridges on the ditch, one between the square and round fish ponds, and one at the connection between the small pond in the farm and the outside of the courtyard wall.

There are also rural-style grass houses and grassland-style Mongolian tents...

There are also some simple houses in the farm that I like, but I want them to be yellow-green in color, like camouflage uniforms, saying that this way they can blend in with the fields.

Several sets of stone tables and benches were also placed. Do you think some villagers thought of playing chess? No, they said that it would be convenient and safe to barbecue.

"Really arranged everything?" Secretary Ma was so tired of listening to the recording on his phone. Wasn't it just two fish ponds? Then a few old men and women came with vegetable baskets to sell food and drinks to make a little money. As time went by, the scale of the conversation expanded beyond all limits?

Leng Yanqiu nodded again. What does it matter if their styles are completely different and don’t match at all?

"I've asked Master Wu to bring the construction team over tomorrow, and I'll prepare all the materials I can in advance."

"Okay, I promise to do my best to build the house as if it were my own."

Not only did Secretary Ma guarantee it, but the bored villagers also promised to come and get involved. If he wanted his random suggestion to be adopted, he had to see it implemented with his own eyes!

In fact, everyone's random suggestions are just fleeting or lingering desires in their hearts, right? It's just that there is no chance to realize it, so it's just self-mockery.

Master Wu has a project under construction, but Leng Yanqiu asked him to do it, so he must allocate some people to rush the work, right? A glass of wine every night has become his normal state. He can maintain his fighting power and have a deep sleep. He always has a rosy face when he wakes up every day.

Is this kind of friendship important?

As agreed, they would prepare the building materials themselves, so the mother and daughter went into the small world to explore it at night. Ding Guihua saw her daughter picking peaches from a mountain with her mind, and it turned out that they could do it without manual labor.

There is also a kind of fairy fruit, of which there are only two. Leng Yanqiu stored them in the medicine cabinet in the thatched cottage. Once Ding Guihua has laid a good foundation for her cultivation, they can be used to cleanse her bones and marrow.

"Then I'll practice first!" The spiritual energy of the space can speed up Ding Guihua's practice.

The flying sword was also practicing. After being struck by lightning, its color changed, and the sword spirit was about to break through and take shape.

Leng Yanqiu was the only one who had an idle mind. He tinkered around by the ditch late at night, splitting a few stones from the mountain of stone from the small world and stacking them together to create a stable fishing spot by the fish pond.

Then find a few pieces of different shapes and insert them into the ground to make tables and chairs. With a wave of his wide sleeves, the table top, chair surfaces and stool surfaces are flat.

The newly stepped paths on both sides are paved with stone slabs. It doesn’t matter if they are irregular or neat, what matters is the natural and wild charm.

There is a stone path, but no trees.

Is the peach mountain that has just been picked too crowded? Pick small ones and plant them along the irregular stone slabs on both sides. They are winding, high and low, far and near, and look beautiful.

Leng Yanqiu was having a lot of fun and found the feeling he had when he was creating the small world. Then cars could not pass through. The top layer of the stone mountain in the small world was flattened and fell to the entrance and exit of the riverside road downhill towards the ditch.

The entrances and exits on both sides are embedded in two stone hills, adding another scene and also leaving the names of "Osmanthus Farm" and "Leisure Fishing".

As for whether it will develop in the future, it has nothing to do with fishing, so just let it happen!

It was a dark and windy night. A figure was sitting cross-legged on the top of a stone hill that suddenly appeared. Dots of light gathered in the sky. Sleepless fish swam towards the ditch from the open sluice gate. The leaves of the newly planted peach trees were spread out, as if they had been rooted here for tens of thousands of years. The corn on both sides of the river was breathing intoxicatedly, and the sorghum was swaying gently.