C103

In the seventh month, the weather was still dry and the Yanzhou Prefecture had not rained for more than a month.

The seedlings were getting taller, but the water in the ground was decreasing day by day, which made the old farmers' hearts clench.

There were many tributaries of the Yanhe River. To the east and south of the village, there were two small rivers that were several zhang wide. There were also several small streams flowing down from the mountain that converged into the river. Normally, everyone would casually use water, so they directly went to the river and brought it home. In the past few days, the water level of the river had been gradually decreasing. The green slate for washing clothes by the river was completely exposed. The village woman who was squatting on the slate could no longer reach the water surface, so she had to stand in the river for washing clothes.

Slowly, even some sand and rocks appeared from the riverbed. The canal that the village had dug into the field was almost dry. The waterwheel was also weakly spinning. If the drought continued, the waterwheel would just be a decoration.

Very soon, some villagers had a fight over the water source. Fortunately, there was no blood. In the end, it was only after both sides had decided on the time to draw in the water that they temporarily stopped.

However, everyone knew that if the drought continued, a large-scale bloodbath would happen sooner or later. The village chiefs, village chiefs, security guards, and officials from all over the village tensed up, patrolling the fields three times a day. When they saw any problems with the villagers, they immediately went to ask for solutions.

Without hesitation, Ren Ang wrote a few prescriptions for treatment and sent them over to the other families. He even hinted that it was time to use some of his medicine.

He asked him, "Is there any way to make heaven gather clouds and rain?"

Ren Ang:...

Wife, is your husband really a god? It was not so easy to obtain the Lightning God's Mother's banner of command! He was just a plant! What should he do if he was struck by lightning!

Seeing that Little Fatty was in a dilemma, She Miao changed her excuse. "How about, Darling, find out where I can invite the Dragon King?"

Ren Ang covered his face. How could he dare to meet that kind of ferocious beast? Swallowing it all at once wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

To any human, demon, or beast, he was a great tonic!

He listened to his vague words, and his heart brightened.

He had to be wary of his husband getting snatched away by something else!

"Well, what do they say?" The young man pointed to a few lying listlessly in a corner of the yard.

Ren Ang lazily leaned on the table and casually replied: "I don't have enough cultivation experience." It was just that under his influence, the opening of the Sagacity, whether or not he could enter the Dao, was unknown. Not like that stupid crow. Oh, and there's also Huang Jiang on the mountain. Actually, he had already monopolized a region before he went there, if not, he wouldn't have set his eyes on that small valley.

He Miao looked up at the burning sun, and thought about how Second Aunt came to complain to her again with a sullen face yesterday, saying that the water in the fields was almost dry, and wanted her to think of a way.

What could she think of? Wasn't it just digging a well at the edge of a field?

To dig a well, one had to spend money. It wasn't that she couldn't bear to part with them, but she still had to figure out where to strike, how deep to strike, and how many wells to strike in the entire village. This was a huge matter in the village, and was not something that a woman like her could pass through in a single sentence.

He Miao slowly thought about it for a while. Their home had to be a well, so there was no need to fight the neighboring houses. It would be cheap if they could just directly draw water from her well and water it. The Second Uncle's residence was only a few steps away, so it could also use the same well. She could pay for all of this without needing anyone else to help her. However, this way, the other distant clans would inevitably complain that she was biased.

Not to be a widow, not to be unbalanced.

Sometimes, it's not like everyone will be grateful to you if you do something good. Only those who benefited from it would feel satisfied.

There was also the water from his own house, which he had previously collected from the mountain spring. There was a spring at the foot of the mountain where they lived. The big guys ate mountain spring water and rarely went down to the river to fetch water. Although the water level of the river had dropped recently, it did not seem to have affected the mountain spring. For the time being, the daily output of the spring did not seem to have changed.

However, if this drought continued, it would be hard to guarantee that nothing would happen in the mountain.

This was not something that she would not be bothered about once she left. Could it be that in the future, when she lived in a safe place far from her hometown and heard of her hometown's calamity, she would feel better?

He was so worried that his eyebrows were almost knotted.

Ren Ang lazily waved the small green leaf on top of his head, lightly poking at the seedling, and said: "The underground water system is very abundant. It's no problem to deal with this season. "

He Miao looked at him with wide eyes as if he had understood something.

Oh right, Ren Ang's roots can enter the ground!

Then there would be no problem at all! As long as he followed the water channel, he would be able to drill a well no matter where he went!

She Miao turned to look for the Village Chief, but the one who spoke was Ren Ang. Looking at Ren Ang's listless head, She Miao really didn't want him to go out and soak in the water vat at at home or bury himself in the yard to cultivate happily.

Unfortunately, there were a lot of things that couldn't be said, but the men from the family had to stand up for him!

It wasn't that the village chief hadn't thought about digging a well, but the money was a problem the moment they arrived. Furthermore, the location he chose was also very particular, so there was no Feng Shui gentleman in their village. The drought situation in the neighboring villages was similar. Separated by the county town, there were many villages heading north where water was lacking even more. The officials of the county town were currently all staying close by, and Feng Shui and the well makers were also heading north. They were lacking in manpower!

Ren Ang thought for a moment, then introduced himself: "I do know how to look at water veins, and I have done quite a bit of research on feng shui."

The Village Chief's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Ren Ang saw that there were a few clan elders in the room who seemed to be suspicious, and casually pointed to a place. "This place is one hundred steps to the west, and the big locust tree at Zhao Bao's doorstep is one and a half feet wide enough to dig a well, and it's deeper — —" He stopped for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. "You can get out of the water."

Two meters, not too deep, and they could have dug up the soil there with a homemade rod.

Some of them immediately took out a staff and volunteered to go with their two companions.

Ren Ang secretly cursed: "I never thought that the village chief's house would have Luoyang Shovels for robbing tombs."

That's right, this so-called rod for water exploration was actually the modified Luoyang Shovel.

Not long later, that youngster ran back with a face full of joy. He placed the stick in his hand in front of the elders and said, "There's really water!"

The pole had a semicircular metal pillar, from which some dirt was poured out. It was very moist and even carried some muddy water.

Everyone was overjoyed. They planned to gather the families that had followed the well master to help choose a place to build the well. Then, they would prepare the materials, rock, clay, adhesive, and other supporting materials.

Ren Ang saw that he did not have anything to do, and brought He Miao away.

After circling the village, he marked down a few locations and noted down the approximate depth. Then, he handed the written materials to the village chief and left the place as if he was a shopkeeper.

In the end, however, the young man was unable to watch the well with his own eyes.

Imperial Commissioner suddenly sent someone to pick them up.