Chapter 270: The sword points at Song Porcelain

After a simple wash and rest, Wang Yuanbao couldn't wait to urge Song Chunan to go out for a walk.

Ma Qianqian sounded strange and accompanied him.

Ma Huasheng and a few small ones naturally went to see the excitement.

Song Ci sat on the saddle of the bicycle, and on the back seat sat her lazy father, Wang Yuanbao, who was calling for his life, pushed away.

"Let's go and see the place where the well was dug a few days ago?" Wang Yuanbao said that he was asking, and he had already walked over there, and he was still nagging with hatred.

"Before the well was drilled, they all asked those educated youths to show it, and they discussed and calculated it, saying that it was okay.

The result is that after hitting five meters without water, he insisted that there was no problem, and he called to continue fighting;

Hit ten meters without water, and said that it was almost fast, and I couldn't give up;

If I hit fifteen meters and the water still doesn't come out, I will come to the fire, and I will continue to dig down.

Where do they know how to dig wells? It's all a pretense on paper, and they're just fooling people!"

Ma Huasheng's eyes rolled and he reported in a low voice:

"Captain, you haven't been here for the past two days, I don't know that those educated youths have called the villagers to dig wells again, and no one listens to them.

If they don't give up, they dig it themselves.

After digging for a day, they were too tired to do it, and they quarreled again.

Bai Shengming, the leader, said, if you don't dig it, you may really make a mistake, and you want to try it in a different position;

Then the delicate Yu Yuanyuan disagreed, not to say that she must be right, and if she continued to dig, she would definitely be able to dig out the water, because the water under the ground on our side was deep and could be dug up immediately.

They quarreled so fiercely that no one cared about anyone, and today there were less than half of the people who came to dig the well, and lo and behold, there were only a few of them left. ”

"Nonsense. Wang Yuanbao felt that his authority had been challenged, and he was embarrassed in front of outsiders, and his brows were furrowed.

"Go, tell them to stop quickly, the blind man lit the lamp in vain. ”

Ma Huasheng shouted and turned his head and jumped over.

Ma Huayang shouted Brother Wait for me, and chased after him.

Ma Huajing woke up from the joy of learning that her uncle had the ability and was personally invited by the captain to save face, and asked worriedly:

"Uncle, it seems to be quite difficult to dig a well, can you do it?"

It's not that she destroys her own ambition and increases the prestige of others, it's really a bit unreliable. 180

She had never heard of her uncle doing such a thing before.

Those educated young people have failed, and she doesn't know how many complaints she has left, and she doesn't want her uncle to be talked about.

Song Chunan sat cross-legged in the back seat, hugged the little girl in the front seat, rested his chin unceremoniously on top of her little head, and replied lazily:

"No diamonds, no porcelain work, don't worry. ”

Ma Huajing smiled shallow dimples, and she was really relieved.

Song Ci didn't care about studying where the stupid white sweet cousin got the honey confidence, so he first concentrated on letting go of his mental power and searching for the underground water source inch by inch.

As expected, the situation in Liulin Village is much more serious than in their Songjiazhuang.

Because there is no main stream of river water passing through here, all the small tributaries are drawn, the surface water dries up very quickly, and the underground water storage is relatively poor.

Such a place is not suitable for living in a group, right?

A big question mark appeared in Song Ci's small head.

Perhaps, she hasn't found the right place yet?

Song Ci silently advised himself to be patient.

The wisdom of our ancestors should not be underestimated.

The formation of a village is by no means accidental, it has to go through hundreds of thousands of years of trials and inheritance, and it is not so easy to migrate and flee from famine if there is a slight natural or man-made disaster.

Song Ci put aside distracting thoughts and worked hard, even if there has been no big gains, he will not be discouraged.

"Captain, what do you mean, this is the talent you specially recruited? A little girl? This is an insult to us!"

A delicate accusation came, pointing at Song Ci!

Song Ci blinked his eyes and looked over with interest:

Who is so discerning, and can guess at once that she is the most powerful talent?

Song Chunan coughed lightly, sat up straight, and looked over with a strange expression.

Is this the eldest sister who doesn't have long eyes and can't see him who is extremely smart in Yushu Linfeng?

Pointing to a four-and-a-half-year-old milk doll and insisting that it was a talent, he had to suspect that this eldest sister had a problem with her brain, and ordinary people really didn't think so.

Or is someone deliberately pretending to be stupid and trying to use his daughter as a raft to stir up trouble?

It's unbearable.