Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Old man Ding had the same thoughts as Ding Xue, and both grandpa and grandson were careful all the way.

However, when they approached the end of the field, nothing unusual was found.

"Why don't you go that way, Grandpa, and I go this way?" Ding Xuewei began to suspect that Mr. Yang was playing a prank.

Old Man Ding frowned and nodded after thinking for a moment.

The grandpa and grandson wanted to go to the end and turn their backs, but they didn't want a resounding slap to fall on their faces in a short distance of fifty meters.

There is water in the sweet potato field.

There is no waterway here, and the waterway in this field is in the direction they came from, that is to say, the water is coming all the way, not all the way, and the edge of the field is flooded.

Looking at each other, the grandpa and grandson turned right together.

Judging from the floating situation of fallen leaves on the accumulated water, the water came from the west.

There is only one spring in Yuequan Village, and it hasn't rained since the hailstorm, so there is not enough water now.

Furthermore, the spring is located on the side of the road at the head of the village, so the village will be the first to suffer when the dam breaks.

Therefore, when seeing waterlogging, Ding Xuewei's father and grandson had exactly the same thoughts.

There was no problem with the water truck next door to raise groundwater, and it happened to soak the fields there before the earthquake.

The land owned by Ding Xuewei is too large, and the growth of sweet potato vines consumes a lot of water. The waterwheels, big and small, never stop turning.

The water flow is constantly injected, and the excess water accumulated will naturally flow to the lower place.

Although earthquakes and hail are both localized disasters, the areas affected by the disasters are not the same.

The earthquake was so terrifying that Wang Dazhu and others couldn't worry about the situation at home.

After they left, they could only take care of the huge field by themselves. Ding Xuewei's grandfather and grandson didn't want any sweet potatoes to dry up, die or flood, so naturally, they came up with the same idea of ​​diverting water.

It is not difficult to direct the water flow to the desired field, just change a few water diversion boards.

However, after the grandfather and grandson walked through one ditch after another, something unexpected happened to them.

In a large area, the diversion boards in the canal were all closed, that is to say, the large area they walked through was not flooded before the earthquake.

With the extension of footsteps, the growth of soaked sweet potato vines became worse and worse.

It didn't take long from the discovery that the sweet potato vines were wilting to complete necrosis.

'Why does this feel so cooked? '

Thoughts flashed through her mind, Ding Xuewei bent down and wanted to pull some sweet potato leaves to have a look.

“Hot Water!!!”

Before picking the sweet potato leaves, she straightened her waist, and the two words that came out of her mouth were both surprised and puzzled.

After a quick eye contact with old man Ding, she bent down again.

Not counting the whole hand, she directly submerged both hands and most of her arms into the water with fern ferns.

"How could it be a hot place?!" I couldn't figure it out at all.

The sun is not too low these days, but fast forward to October and the temperature will not heat the groundwater at all, let alone the soil soaked in the water.

She was so obvious that old man Ding, who was stunned for a few seconds, quickly squatted down.

But with a touch, the expression revealed is the same as that of the eldest granddaughter.

"how?"

"..."

How could Ding Xuewei give him an answer.

With a flash of thought in her mind, she quickly got up and ran forward.

As I thought in my heart, the further we walked, the more rotten the sweet potato vines soaked in the water. When the two found the place where they entered the water, the water temperature had reached [-] to [-] degrees.

With the rising water temperature, the water mist has also reached the level that affects the sight.

"Is there a hot spring over there?" Ding Xuewei stared blankly at the southern woodland.

The tens of thousands of mu here is the experimental site planned for her.

That day, no one came to measure.

A word of trust saved several officials from the drudgery.

Naturally, they didn't know if there was a hot spring in this woodland!

Old man Ding didn't respond to him, and walked more than ten meters into the woods through the water.

Fengcheng Prefecture's special warm and humid climate has created a variety of complex dense forests.

This place, which is only three thousand meters away from the village, was once visited by no one.

When a poisonous white vine stood in front of him, old man Ding's steps to find out came to an abrupt halt.

"Drain the water first, and then invite the headhunters to come over."

Sweet potatoes are important, but what changes in this woodland also matter.

But in a hurry, you can't make fun of your own life.

"...I'm going to find my master."

After walking not far away, Ding Xuewei suddenly remembered Yang Laolai.

He must know something like that.

"Grandpa, you lead the nearby water to the side of the road, and I will go to my master to get a hoe by the way."

Without a hoe, there is no way to dig a waterway.

It was the water season, and the grass in the roadside ditches dried up.

Drainage through streams is perfect.

But in a short time, Ding Xuewei thought a lot, such as off-season greenhouses, hot spring hotels, water parks and so on.

Of course, no matter how excited you are, you know that now is not the time to think about these things.

In one go, she ran back.

Fortunately, there are not many transportation options. Not to mention the training of two legs, the vital capacity is also good. Otherwise, the road for these few kilometers is really not easy.

"Master."

Ding Xuewei, who was out of breath, lost her usual casual fun and became more serious than Xiao Ran.

"Can you tell me the distance from the source of those hot water?"

"The two cans of tea I brought back yesterday." Elder Yang waited for her to ask.

Ding Xuewei was speechless for three seconds.

Co-authors are waiting here.

Throwing himself onto the chair under him like a dead pig, he couldn't say a word: "Can't you be more straightforward when you are old?"

"No." The old man was very arrogant.

The act of sipping tea makes people want to send him a punch.

From yesterday to today, how many sweet potatoes have died in one night!
"There are five tins of tea that I brought over yesterday, all of which are for you."

Elder Yang obviously didn't expect her to be so straightforward.

What's more, she didn't expect that there were as many as five cans of tea she brought over yesterday.

After staring at her with complicated eyes for a long time, he said: "This side enters the forest about [-] meters away, and there is an overflow lake about [-] meters away from the edge of the forest."

"... Lake?" Ding Xuewei grasped the point.

I can't believe it.

It's not that he doesn't believe the old man's words, but that he suspects that he heard it wrong.

What is the concept of a lake?
A body of water that requires boats is called a lake.

There are pools of water all over the boundary of Fengcheng Mansion, and there are countless streams, but there is no lake.

"Can you take me to have a look?"

Ding Xuewei was really curious about this water area that Mr. Yang could describe with the word lake, and she was even more sure that there was no pond of more than [-] acres in Yuequan Village within a hundred miles.

When Mr. Jin and the others were in the village, she asked Tian Chong carefully, not to mention that she counted the nearby pools, but there was absolutely no lake.

All of a sudden, he gave out the tea in his hand, so that someone would not have to grind.

Who would have thought that they would surprise her as soon as they opened their mouths!

Ding Xuewei was a little apprehensive, afraid that it would be inconvenient for Mr. Yang.

"cut."

A certain old man rolled his eyes at her with disdain.

In the next second, the wind was buzzing.

Ding Xuewei, who was caught in the armpit again, had only one idea... she must learn kung fu later.

How can I let Mr. Yang teach me to fly on the grass? That will be a matter of when I have time in the future. Standing in front of the misty waters, she feels like being struck by lightning.

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