With Chen Yuci, Ping An stayed in Gu Niang Temple for a few days, but couldn't wait for Nie Xiaoqian...

He couldn't wait for his sister, so he had to go home.

When he was going down the mountain, he saw that in addition to refugees, there were many people he knew.

These people are villagers from several villages closer to Guniang Temple. They carry buckets of water of all sizes to the wells of Guniang Temple.

It turned out that the well in their village had completely dried up. In order to drink water, they had to walk several miles and climb the mountain to Gu Niang Temple to fetch water.

Although it is very difficult, at least it still has to be picked.

According to them, if they didn't even have to pick water, they probably had to go far away.

There may be an old saying that if a tree is moved to death, a person will live, but it is difficult to move his hometown. It is good for a thousand days to stay at home, but it is difficult to go out for a day.

It would be fine if there are relatives and friends in a foreign land that can be relied on. If not, it would be no different from refugees, and he would be truly leaving his hometown.

Ping An returned home and found that the village was still digging wells.

The newly invited well craftsmen were digging wells everywhere under the guidance of the hot-talking middle-aged earth master.

However, a few days passed, and the entire Daoxiang Village was dug deep pits everywhere, and all the ones were cut were waste pits that could not be released from water, which made the villagers of Daoxiang Village twitch.

The ground master with bubbles on his lips swears to point at a piece of land and said, "Here, when excavating here, water will definitely come out."

After the eight wells were opened without even water, the villagers' eyes became very dangerous when they saw him. The earth master, who was as stable as Mount Tai, finally couldn't sit still.

In addition, he lost the trust of the villagers, so he had no big fish and meat to eat. Every meal was made of pickles and dishes, making him look so hungry that he was so hungry that he turned blue.

Village chief Liu Yang glanced at the Earth Master and said hoarsely, "If the water doesn't come out again, what should I do?"

After hearing this, the Earth Master's right eyelid jumped suddenly.

The left eye twitches wealth, the right eye twitches disaster.

If this continues, the villagers suffer from natural disasters, so he will inevitably suffer from some man-made disasters.

The earth master pulled his face and smiled bitterly, unable to help but sigh in his heart: This is the sin of heaven's destruction of me, not the crime of war.

His ancestors were all earth masters for generations, and they inherited the skills they passed down from their ancestors. They rarely missed them, but they didn't expect to be in this remote countryside.

In fact, he had the same view as the first Jingjian in some aspects. Since the crops in Daoxiang Village are still alive, there must be groundwater somewhere underground. Perhaps it is not impossible to have an underground river.

But in the end, he might end up with the Jingjian.

When Ping An returned home, Liang said that the Ganlu Well in the village was about to dry out.

There are only a few buckets of water every day, and each household is divided into only a few cups of water.

"It seems that there is no other way. We can only go to the temple to fetch water and drink like other villages." Liang said as he looked at Ah Huang.

Ping An knew in his heart that his mother was going to let Ah Huang come back with water.

Ah Huang has the power of a cow. He can carry hundreds of pounds at a time, which is much more important than a person's negative.

Ping An patted Ah Huang's neck and closed it: "Ah Huang, thank you for your hard work in the future."

Moo!

Ah Huang shook his head and screamed.

At this time, the door was knocked and a person came to the door.

When Ping An walked out to see, he saw a person outside the door wearing a plain veil skirt. He held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, elegant and dignified, and his face suddenly became happy.

He walked out the door a few steps and shouted happily: "Sister, you are finally back."

Liang also walked to the door: "Peace, are there any guests?"

When Nie Xiaoqian saw that it was Liang, she put away the oil-paper umbrella and gave a gift: "Auntie."

When Liang saw that it was Nie Xiaoqian, he had not spoken yet, and before he could speak, his face was filled with a 70% smile. Seeing Nie Xiaoqian saluted, he hurried over and helped her up, took the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and said, "Please come in quickly."

Logically speaking, in situations like the Liang family, when a customer comes, it is at most a bowl of boiling water, and the best thing is to sprinkle some tea into it.

But when he got inside the house, Liang was like a magician, and in a blink of an eye, he prepared a table of refreshments.

Nie Xiaoqian naturally couldn't enjoy these refreshments. She remained silent and used drought as a topic to divert Liang's attention.

So soon, I talked about crops and grains.

The Liang family's crops survived thanks to Nie Xiaoqian's full efforts to rescue them, but due to the drought, it is inevitable to reduce yields.

Of course, compared with the crops of other people in the village, it is much better.

However, the crops in this era do not have chemical fertilizers and pesticides. Even if they are carefully cultivated, they still depend on the weather. Even in the years of good weather, the yield per mu is extremely low.

Now that the production is reduced, there will be no more taxes left after the harvest.

If the scenery was not good in the past few years and there was still some surplus food at home, there would be no need to cause famine.

But even if you have surplus food at home, you are still panic.

Because every day I see the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, and there is no sign of rain. I don’t know how long the drought will last.

What Liang and the others are thinking now is that apart from rain, they only hope that after the current emperor knows that the drought in Qilu Province will be reduced in the next two years and reduce their burdens.

If the tax remains unchanged, it is likely to force people to death.

Liang sighed after sentence.

Nie Xiaoqian learned some of the situation in Daoxiang Village from Liang's words, and knew that the village was suffering from the fact that it could not dig a well that could not produce water.

This time she returned from collecting wood energy and returned to the temple to learn from Chen Yuci that Ping'an had come to find her, so she went down the mountain and found Ping'an's house to see what she could help with.

"Dig a well?"

Nie Xiaoqian frowned slightly, looked at the land beneath her feet, and suddenly thought of her.

There must be water somewhere underground. After all, it is not a desert. It is just that those well craftsmen and ground masters are unable to effectively find out the water outlet hidden underground due to conditions and past cognition.

Nie Xiaoqian, who thought of a solution, hurriedly said to Liang and said to Ping'an: "Pingan, follow me."

Peace is unknown, but I still followed quickly.

But after following me, I found out that Nie Xiaoqian was gone.

Just as he touched his little head and was puzzled, Nie Xiaoqian suddenly appeared in front of him again.

"Sister, where did you go just now?" Ping'an asked in confusion.

"I'm going to find the groundwater source." Nie Xiaoqian said with a smile.

When he heard Nie Xiaoqian say he was going to find the underground water source, Ping An's eyes suddenly lit up: "Sister, have you found it?"

Nie Xiaoqian nodded, pointed to a large bluestone at the entrance of the village and said, "I found it, it is just under this big stone, about three meters deep. Go and tell your mother immediately, and you will say that you can get out of water by digging three meters here."

Ping An said excitedly: "I'll go now."

Finally, Nie Xiaoqian reminded him again: "Wait, don't say I said it."
Chapter completed!