The other two locations were also successfully dug up.

The villagers were so overjoyed that they couldn't take a break, so they hurried back to eat and dig the three deep bays down and wide.

The captain made a rough calculation, and optimistically thought that at the current rate of water rising from the bottom of the bay, after one night, the water stored in these three bays would at least roughly water the slopes on both sides of the river.

This is the best field in the team.

Keep these two lands, and the grain after the autumn can be at least forty percent!

If the other acres of land are more and more vigorous, they can more or less harvest two or three percent of the grain, and they can barely hand over the public grain;

If you owe a little less food to the grain station and leave it to the team to make rations, you will pay it back next year in a good year.

If a few more wells were to be dug, the output would have to be increased.

Song Chunan's skills are too important, this kid's intelligence when he was a child has not been lost!

Song Jianshe was full of comfort, and put the accounts with the cadres and members, and everyone knew in their hearts, and the anxiety that was accumulating a lot was obviously reduced.

It's hard to live without food, who doesn't worry?

But with Song Chun'an, all problems have been solved!

"Captain, let's also give Song Chunan more work, he can make a great contribution this time!"

Song Jiawang said quickly.

Others chimed in.

Anyway, the work is from the brigade, and even if it has to be distributed to the villagers in the end, it will be reduced to a limited extent, and one person can save a mouthful.

Besides, those grains were originally earned with the help of others, so you should give more.

Ordinary people have a scale in their hearts, and they don't want to be taken advantage of, but they won't let the people who helped them suffer a big loss.

As soon as Song Jianshe heard that the big guy asked for credit for Song Chun'an, he ironed it in his heart.

That is, they are Songjiazhuang, the villagers are more united than any other, and they are also atmospheric!

This is going to be tried by Liu Lin's side?

Song Jianshe looked at Wang Yuanbao with an aggrieved face, and almost asked someone to move to his village to live!

Wang Yuanbao is so angry! I can't say anything.

Song Jianjian, an old bastard, opened his mouth to talk about the conditions, but he still refused to let go, grinding and chirping after singing with a white face, and waiting for others to sing with a red face.

Who doesn't know who?

Listen, the singer is about to take the stage.

Song Baye touched his shaved head, knocked the cigarette pouch and pot on the stone, and said unhurriedly:

"Anzi is a good boy, willing to learn, and has a good heart. This kind-hearted person can't see people suffering, and when he sees others having a bad time, he feels sorry for others in his own heart. ”

As soon as Song Baye spoke, the big guy was silent, and listened quietly.

Song Chun'an listened to the eighth master praising himself, and as soon as he lowered his head, the roots of his ears were covered with blood, which made his skin whiter.

Song Ci stood as tall as his father, touched his father's slippery cheek distressedly, tiptoed up to take a sip, and whispered, "Dad is not uncomfortable, Bao'er kisses."

Song Chunan hugged the little girl and buried his face on top of her head, so that no one could see her expression clearly.

Song Baye took two puffs of dry tobacco pouches and spit out a puff of cigarettes, then sighed and said:

"This man's heart is full of flesh, some are hard-hearted and some are soft-hearted. Our Anzi's heart is softer than the water in the river. Look at what he does to his daughter, can you find these two in our country?"

Everyone looked at it, and shook their heads silently.

Wang Yuanbao looked back and forth with a confused face, not understanding what kind of trick gun this old man was playing.

Didn't he want to sing a red face to Song Jianjian? Could he have guessed wrong?

A man's heart is softer than tofu, what is there to boast about the girl's chirping?

Song Jianshe glanced at Wang Yuanbao, who was confused, and secretly sneered in his heart.

The self-proclaimed Zhuge Kongming surnamed Wang is alive, as if no one in the world can calculate him, so he can't play the eighth master at this time?

Song Ci was hugged by her father and couldn't move, but her ears were still good, and she rubbed her little hands and nodded secretly when she heard the words:

Her father does look like it's made of water, and her skin is really slippery! As her father's daughter, she will definitely be a big beauty with a shiny and slippery face in the future, hehe.

Song Baye squinted a pair of shiny old eyes, took in all the reactions of the people around him, and continued unhurriedly:

"This is too affectionate, it's not good. The good thing is that he is kind to people and he digs out his heart and lungs, but the bad thing is that whoever asks for him, he can't put his face down and refuse.

Especially when encountering that kind of catastrophe, don't you think he is in a hurry? He can't wait to tear himself down, tear himself down, go to make up the sky and reclaim the sea, isn't that not good?

But if he really wants to have a point of ability to be useful, he is willing to sell ten points of strength, and he looks forward to helping one more.

But in the end, he is just a person, and if he helps this, he can't take care of that, and if he helps others, he can't take care of his own family. What do you think he has to feel like?"

Wang Yuanbao stiffened and completely understood.

The old guy was waiting for him!