The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

In March, when the grass is green and the birds are singing, the fields in Suanzao County are bare, which is in stark contrast to the sunny weather in March, making it feel like the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.

At the hour of Si, the sun is high in the sky.

"drive."

A horse-drawn carriage was speeding along the bumpy official road. The carriage was filled with blue bricks and wood. A girl in blue clothes and black braids was sitting on the shaft. She was holding a red whip, which was raised high, making a crisp "crackling" sound in the air.

Her expression was calm, her eyes were firm and bright, and she drove towards the east of the county at a leisurely pace.

The wasteland in Qingfeng Villa had been reclaimed half a month ago, and after a simple watering, cotton was planted.

The urgent task is to grow seedlings, but since the light snow before the New Year, there has not been a drop of rain in Suanzao County, and the ground has become so dry that it has begun to crack.

If she can't find a water source, the more than two acres of cotton she planted will die within ten days under such scorching sun.

As early as a month ago, the villagers had scooped water from the clear river at the entrance of the village and put it into their own fields. The wheat seedlings are at the critical stage of vigorous growth. Without the nourishment of water, this year's harvest is in jeopardy.

Jiang Muxia learned from Xu Da that Zhou Zao was an expert at digging wells, and he had brought a large gift to ask for help yesterday, trying to dig a well in the villa to irrigate the fields.

I made an appointment with Xu Zao to go to the villa early this morning. He will dig a well within ten days.

These days, she and Fuzi go to the village well to fetch water every day. She finds that the water level in the well is getting lower and lower. If this continues, it will be a problem for the villagers to get water.

Relying on the weather, things don't always go as we wish; relying on the river, the drought is severe and the water level in the river has dropped sharply. The water in the upper reaches of the Qingshui River should have been blocked long ago.

When it comes to matters involving human life, human nature is always selfish.

Xigang Village is located in the lower reaches of the river. There is no water during droughts, and during floods, they are the ones who suffer the most.

When they arrived at Qingfeng Villa, Zhou Yuefuzi and his friends changed their training route and took the children to weed the fields.

It's really strange to say, the decent seedlings drooped without the nourishment of water, while the annoying weeds were full of vitality, growing denser and more vigorous than the real ones.

"Sister, the weather is too dry. We have to water it again in two days." Jiang Mutao looked at the cotton seedlings and said with concern.

She learned from her sister that these species she had never seen before would grow up to bear fruit. When the fruit was ripe, the fluff inside could be made into cotton cloth or used as cotton covers in quilts.

It is more comfortable than the linen they are wearing now, and the quilt will be warmer with it.

She was still looking forward to them growing up and making the things her sister had said! Wouldn't it be a pity if they died like this?

Jiang Muxia gave her a reassuring look and said solemnly: "Don't worry! I will protect them well."

She looked up at the sky. The sun was almost at its zenith. Why hadn't Zhou Zao come yet?

She picked up some relatively clean grass from the pile of grass thrown on the ground, hugged a bunch of it, came to the trough, spread it out and put it in the trough, then poured some water into the basin next to the trough, and hurried out of the gate of the villa.

She stood at the door and tiptoed to look towards the village entrance. She saw from afar Jiang Hexi and Jiang Hexin carrying shovels and walking in front. Behind them were men of the same age in the village who were striding along the path towards the west of the village.

Jiang Muxia frowned and looked at them suspiciously. Where were these people doing?

She turned her gaze towards the stone bridge at the entrance of the village, but there was no one there.

She walked towards the village entrance, muttering to herself, this shouldn't happen. It was Zhou Zao who built the villa, he shouldn't be unaware of its location.

But now it has been a long time since the agreed time, and there is still no sign of him.

Thinking of this, she walked to the stone bridge and looked from afar. Finally, she saw a dark shadow coming towards her.

As the shadow got closer, she finally saw clearly that a donkey cart was moving slowly, and the person driving it was Zhou Zao.

Zhou Zao shouted from afar, with an apologetic tone in his voice: "I'm sorry, something happened in the winery, I came here after I dealt with it."

Jiang Muxia's frown relaxed and she laughed loudly, "It's okay."

Zhou Zao unloaded the tools he brought from the car and called Zhou Yue for help.

"Move the tools under the jujube tree." He directed Zhou Yue and Fuzi, and took out a small linen bag from the car and followed closely.

When he came to the jujube tree, he opened his pocket, took out a small shovel, stood half a meter away from the jujube tree and thought for a while. He shoveled out the white dust from his pocket and sprinkled it on the ground in a white circle.

Jiang Muxia understood that he was at the location of Dingshui Well.

I had a little more respect for Zhou Zao in my heart. This man was really amazing. He could tell at a glance that the location was suitable for digging a well.

"Brother, how are you sure we can dig water here?" Zhou Zao asked puzzledly.

"I'm not sure. You forgot about the well. Although it's dry inside, I found that the soil gets warmer as I dug deeper, which proves there's water underneath. It's just that the soil has been buried for so long and the weather is dry, so the water level has dropped. You can find water by digging anywhere in this area, but you just need to dig two more feet." Zhou Zao put away his bag and threw it aside. He patted the dust off his hands, looked up at Zhou Yue and smiled, "Boy, follow me to dig a well these few days."

"No problem. How many days will it take?"

"The soil here is sandy, so we have to dig and fix it at the same time. It will take at least ten days for the two of us."

"How about I call a few more people, and we can dig faster."

"No need. It's useless to have more people. The well is small and can only accommodate one person."

When the children heard that a well was going to be dug in the yard, they all ran over excitedly to watch the fun.

Zhou Yue was afraid that they would cause trouble, so he frowned and reprimanded them, "You guys, go to the opposite wall and do horse stance for half an hour each. I will be watching you here, and you are not allowed to be lazy."

“Ah…” Jiang Muyang’s little face was wrinkled and his little mouth was pouted. He was reluctantly dragged by Tiedan to the foot of the wall, where he took a stance and started to do horse stance.

Jiang Mutao, who was still weeding in the field, glanced at them and raised the corners of her lips. Her younger brother had been a little slack in recent days, always thinking about being lazy, and without paying attention, he ran to the village to play with his friends.

He should be given a good beating.

After pulling out the last piece of grass, she walked to the wall and stood next to Jiang Muyang, completely ignoring her brother's sad face.

Jiang Muyang saw her coming and looked at her for help. Jiang Mutao reached out and touched his head, smiling, "Don't be distracted. Half an hour will pass quickly. Look at Tiedan. You are the same age. Look how serious he is."

After listening to her, Jiang Muyang snorted lightly, turned his head away and ignored her.