After the division of the family property, Qian Minghua took the villagers to help build a house outside.
Qian Shulan took Qian Weihan into the house to discuss things.
She briefly explained the Guo family's affairs, and then made her request, "Brother, can you help me find out if the Shanghai Chen family is related to the Guo family?"
Qian Weihan agreed immediately.
But his expression was a little solemn. Obviously, he was also worried about the seriousness of the matter.
Qian Shulan was worried that this matter would be difficult to handle, so she took out a crystal ball from her bag and gave it to him. "This is what my mother gave me. Money is not as important as food now. Here are 500 kilograms of food. Take it and use it."
That should be enough to investigate this matter.
Qian Weihan was a little excited. He could understand that the crystal ball was filled with grass before, but now it was filled with food, which was very surprising.
"Is it dangerous for our mother to help us like this?"
Although he missed his mother very much, he couldn't let her take risks.
Qian Shulan thought for a moment and said, "Mother said that the antiques can increase her spiritual power, but you can't do anything about it, so forget it."
Qian Weihan was stunned for a moment, a little unbelievable, "You mean the antiques?"
"yes!"
Qian Weihan frowned and thought for a long time before saying, "It's not that there is no way. I know a few people who have a lot of antiques."
Qian Shulan was extremely surprised, "Really?"
Qian Weihan nodded. "They once took the lead in raiding the landlords' homes. They must have collected a lot of things at that time. If we exchange food with them, it shouldn't be a problem."
"Okay! Help me change it!" After being surprised, she became a little worried. "Forget it. It's easy to get into trouble if we take such a risk. Let's be careful."
Qian Weihan was very confident. "It's okay! I don't need to show up myself. I can just find someone to mediate. Besides, their things are not obtained legitimately, so I dare not make them public."
Hearing him say this, Qian Shulan was immediately relieved, "Then you try to look for it. If there is not enough food, I will ask mother for it. She should be short of spiritual power."
Qian Weihan nodded, then opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the letter paper and pen, and started writing.
Qian Shulan didn't want to disturb him, so she got up and walked to the door to watch everyone work.
The men worked very hard, but Zheng Xiaohua followed Zhang Zhaodi with his head hung and looked hesitant. It was obvious that he wanted to say something, but because he was hesitant, he couldn't open his mouth.
Zhang Zhaodi no longer had the patience she had before. When Zheng Xiaohua came over, she didn't want to pay any attention to him and just walked past him.
Qian Shulan curled her lips, looking down upon Zheng Xiaohua's poor skills in pleasing others.
But thinking about it carefully, Zheng Xiaohua should be regretting it now, right? She thought they were biological father and son, but it turned out not to be. If she angered Qian Weihan and cut off the relationship, she would not be able to get any of Qian Weihan's monthly allowance in the future. Zheng Xiaohua, who loves to quibble, must be regretting it to death.
"alright!"
Qian Weihan finished writing the letter, folded it, and said to Qian Shulan, "Zhaodi and I are going to the town to buy some things, so I can send this letter while we're at it."
"Thank you, brother!"
"Why are we being polite to each other?"
After leaving Qian's house, Qian Shulan went straight to the cafeteria.
Seeing that they had loaded the last batch onto the truck, Qian Shulan walked up to Wang Shouquan and asked, "When can the goods be delivered?"
Wang Shouquan, who had been working for a month and a half, was extremely nervous. When he heard Qian Shulan's question, he said happily, "We should be able to finish it all tomorrow. Fortunately, we have done most of it this time, otherwise we might not be able to complete the task."
Qian Shulan glanced at him and said, "Our spring fair sales are so good, there's no reason to give up in the second half of the year. Of course we have to do it in advance."
Wang Shouquan nodded excitedly.
By the evening of the next day, all the bamboo baskets in Wangjia Village were finished. Previously, they were transported by train. The last batch had to be transported by truck because urea phosphate fertilizer was to be transported back from Guangzhou.
So Wang Shouquan called a meeting to select ten strong laborers to drive the vehicles.
Since there is no strong laborer in Old Wang's family, naturally no one will go.
They were all selected from other people's homes.
The next day, Wang Shouquan set out for Guangzhou with ten strong laborers, and took some rations from the canteen before leaving.
At this time, bad news came: all the wells in the village had run out of water. Only the well in the village was left.
In fact, the water in this well had dried up long ago. After all, this well was only about 30 meters deep, not much deeper than other wells.
The reason why it has water is because Qian Shulan pours water into it every day. Qian Shulan started collecting water as early as when she was in Guangzhou.
After coming back, Qian Shulan took advantage of the time when no one was paying attention to fill up all the crystal balls in her hand.
This crystal ball is not worth much. Qian Shulan bought 500 at a time and only spent 400 gold coins. The average price of one is only 0.8 gold coins, which is very cost-effective.
Although there is water in this well, it is only enough for the whole village to drink and feed the pigs and chickens.
As for the sweet potatoes in the field, if we don’t water them, we can only watch them die of drought.
In order to save water, everyone regarded this well as more important than their lives. The strong laborers in the village guarded the well day and night.
Whenever Qian Shulan went to add water to the well, she would ask Qian Weihan to go with her, and then ask the others to patrol elsewhere.
After Qian Shulan finished burning incense this time, the water in the ancient well was filled up again.
Qian Weihan suddenly said, "It's not a good idea to always ask my mother to help deliver water, right?"
Qian Shulan put away the incense burner and glanced back at him. "What can we do? I heard that other production teams have run out of water."
Qian Weihan thought to himself, yes, what else can he do? He thought for a moment and said, "What about the pig grass?"
Now all the crops have died from drought, not to mention the pig grass.
Qian Shulan thought for a moment and said, "Let's just say they went to a faraway place to get the cuts. Anyway, no one has ever been to a faraway place."
Because of the strict household registration management in those days, many people had never even been to the county town, let alone a village dozens of miles away.
Qian Weihan thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we go south? Maybe there will be water there?"
Qian Shulan pondered for a moment. South-to-North Water Diversion? This is the north, so there must be water in the south. Although not much, it must be better than in the north. At least the deeper river must have water.
"Okay! Let's go tomorrow."
Early the next morning, Qian Weihan and Qian Shulan drove a tractor and carried several large wooden barrels to a farther place.
The two drove south for thirty miles before they finally saw some greenery.
There were many militiamen guarding the way, but fortunately the two men had letters of introduction.
When they heard that they were here to fetch water, everyone was reluctant at first. Later, Qian Shulan gave each person something and asked everyone to be tolerant, and only then did they let them go.
Qian Shulan filled up the remaining crystal balls and saved them for filling the well with water later.
After returning to the village, the two distributed the pig feed and water buckets directly to the villagers.
"There is too little water. It's not enough to irrigate a few acres of land." A member of the cooperative said dejectedly.
Qian Shulan was also helpless, "We only have so many vehicles. I would like to transport more, but what can I use?"
It's not that she doesn't want to carry more water, but the carriage is so small, and they are still using diesel barrels. This is the largest barrel. The other barrels are smaller than this.
After using up several buckets of water, Wang Shouquan suddenly came over with a group of people, pointed at the buckets of water and said, "Look! Our water is also transported from the south. If you want to drink water, go and transport it yourself. Don't wait for others to transport it to you."
The members of Linjia Village looked at the buckets of water and licked their dry and chapped lips.
Wang Shouquan took a gourd ladle and scooped a ladle of water for them. "After you finish drinking, hurry up and move it while it's still light. Otherwise, when it gets dark, you will spill the water in the dark."
After drinking the water, the group hurried away again.
Some members looked at their hurried backs and sighed, "It's been a drought lately. There's no water in the north. We can only run to the south, 30 miles away, to transport water."
After the people left, they continued to discuss how to transport more water in one trip. Each trip would take thirty miles. For these few buckets of water, they would consume nearly three liters of oil. After careful calculation, the land irrigated by transporting water in one trip was not as valuable as diesel. It was not cost-effective.
Others were also thinking of ways to solve the problem. Later, someone suggested that a carriage could be installed behind the tractor.
After thinking about it, I think it makes sense. As long as you drive the car slower, you can still drive even if the wheels are different sizes.
So Qian Minghua began to look for people in the village who knew about this to help with the modification.
He managed to load the previous cart.
Later, someone suggested installing iron hooks on both sides of the carriage, which could hook the handles of the buckets so that more buckets of water could be transported.
This was a good idea, so they started to install more. Since there were no iron hooks, the village just used an iron rake and tied it tightly with a rope.
This was in the 1960s, when there were not many cars, so there were no problems such as overloading and affecting the cityscape.
When Qian Shulan and Qian Weihan went to transport the water, they were worried that the ropes on both sides would break, so they started pouring the water in the crystal ball into the buckets on both sides when they were almost home.
Even if they carried forty buckets of water at a time, they could still only irrigate twenty acres of land.
It takes two hours to go back and forth, and there are only seven trips a day. The total area is only 140 acres.
Seeing that the amount of water being transported was too little, Qian Minghua ordered the only horse-drawn carriage in the team to start transporting water.
Although the carriage could only carry eight buckets of water at a time, it was better than nothing. It was just a little slow, and could only run three times a day.
With the land dry like this, Qian Shulan was really worried that the crops would die.
So at night when no one was paying attention, I ran to a faraway place alone to water the plants.
It's not that she didn't want to take Qian Weihan with her, but he was married after all, and if he ran out late at night, Zhang Zhaodi would definitely notice it. Unlike her, living alone doesn't have this problem.
Although she was already very careful, Qian Minghua, who paid attention to the situation in the fields every day, still noticed something unusual.
He wondered if it was his ancestors appearing. After all, it was impossible for humans to do that.
However, he did not insist on finding out the truth, mainly because he was worried that if he dug too deep, his ancestors would find out and get angry and stop watering them.
So he began to have everyone water the fields separately.
For example, the area on the east side of the village is watered in the morning, the area on the west side of the village is watered at noon, and the area on the north side of the village is watered in the afternoon. After a long time, everyone has forgotten which area has not been watered and which has been watered.
For more than twenty days, until the sweet potatoes were ready to be harvested, the people of Wangjia Village lived in such a busy life.
Qian Shulan also discovered that the sweet potatoes in several nearby villages had begun to wither.
Qian Shulan filled 500 crystal balls every day. After watering her own production team, she would help water the Linjia Village. She chose to water their production team because their land was adjacent to theirs.
As for the other production teams, because their fields were not adjacent, she could only watch the sweet potatoes die. In fact, the main reason was that she simply had no extra water.
Even with Qian Shulan's help, many sweet potato fields in Linjia Village still died.
Linjia Village only had one horse-drawn carriage, and using it to transport water back and forth every day could only solve the villagers' drinking water problem. The land was simply abandoned.
When the autumn harvest was approaching, Qian Shulan came to Lin Wenlin's house to remind him that there were still some sweet potatoes left in his village.
Qian Shulan glared at him, full of regret, "I don't know who in our village was so careless that he watered the water in your village as well."
Lin Wenlin rubbed his hands, obviously very excited, "Thank you so much! We will definitely pay you back in the future."
Qian Shulan waved her hand and said, "You'd better take your people to collect the grain! By the time the grain collection team arrives in the village, you won't have anything left."
Lin Wenlin didn't bother to be polite and immediately gathered people to collect it.
After notifying everyone, Qian Shulan also returned to her village to collect grain. Seeing the grain-collecting teams at the edge of the field, who kept urging them but refused to come down to help, Qian Shulan could not help but manipulate a mosquito to bite them.
Looking at the bite marks all over their bodies, Qian Shulan smiled unkindly.
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