When the group came to the slope along the river in the south of the village, Song Chunan was already tired and a little sweaty.

Song Ci thoughtfully wiped him with a small handkerchief, fanned him, and said several times that he wanted to go down to the ground by himself, but Song Chun'an stopped her, disgusted that she had short legs and delayed things.

Song Ci stuck several arrows in his heart, silently rolled his eyes in his heart, and vowed to go back and eat one more bowl of rice at night!

Wang Yuanbao asked with interest about the old way.

Song Chun'an can't do anything else, he has the most neat mouth, and he gives him a good meal in the sky and on the ground, as if he was the real thing.

Actually, it's a half-truth.

Song Ci listened to those processed cowhides, how familiar they sounded.

Whoever stands in that mantra and swims in the water running on the ground and flying in the sky has to get dizzy and want to pick up as many things as he stretches out his hand.

is also particularly shameless, and the protagonist in the story of waiting for the rabbit is hardly recognized as the ancestor of their faction.

Then he was glared at by Song Jianshe twice before he changed his words, and expelled himself from the division again, only learning skills, not engaging in feudal superstition.

Song porcelain is simply breathtaking!

She thinks that her father is too talented to be a screenwriter!

In this competition program, why bother to ask Wang Nan from near and far? Just ask her father!

Seeing that Song Chun'an was completely in control, Song Ci didn't care about him, let go of his mental power, and carefully felt the change in the concentration of water vapor in the air.

The sun is too big, the dry days are so long, almost all the water molecules in the air have evaporated, and even the breath is dry.

Song Ci was patient and carefully sensitive.

Next to him, Song Jiawang was unwilling to be lonely and reminded:

"The location of the well-digging selected by the educated youth of our village is there!"

Song Ci looked in the direction of his finger and saw that it was a wheat field in Hebei Yan, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

If a well is drilled in the middle of the wheat field, isn't the small wheat field around it all wasted?

Thinking of the common news in the future, where the peasants did not have enough places to dry their grain, they were all spread on the road to dry, which caused accidents and disputes, Song Ci instinctively felt that it was inappropriate.

Let's keep a good wheat field, and the grain production will definitely increase greatly in the future.

Song Ci suddenly felt that this errand was not as simple as saying it casually, and there were a lot of things to consider, so she was also more cautious and carefully observed the terrain.

Of course, the first step is to find a source of water.

Secondly, other convenience factors should be considered.

After Song Jiawang finished speaking, the others stopped chatting, for fear that it would disturb Song Chun'an's view.

Song Ci hugged her father's neck and whispered:

"Let's go over to the riverbed. ”

Song Chunan didn't say a word, just picked up his feet and went.

Song Ci thought that maybe the aquifer under the riverbed would be shallower, and the labor consumed would be less, and the effect would be faster.

As for whether to dig a well or dig a deep bay, as long as you can really dig out water, you probably won't care about the appearance.

So Song Chunan hugged his daughter and went down to the river.

The bottom of the river is also dry, paved with shallow fine sand, and it looks quite clean.

"Come back and pull sand to build a house. ”

Song Ci reminded again.

She really wanted to break up.

If they have been living in the old house, they only have one room, and then they are engaged in the business of renting books, it is inconvenient for people to come and go, and there is no privacy at all, which is not a good feeling.

Song Chunan nodded and urged her with his eyes.

He himself also showed the style of a master in the world, and he muttered something silently.

Song Ci watched her father's face change instantly, and she almost didn't make a sound.

Well, my father is so into the play, she must be powerful!

Song Ci was no longer distracted, and turned on full horsepower to probe.

All the way upstream, it has deviated far from the several positions confirmed by the educated youth.

The people behind began to talk, buzzing and very irritated.

"Anzi, are you okay?"

Song Jianshe wiped his sweat, spat sticky saliva on the ground, grabbed a piece of grass and bit it to try the moisture, and spit it it out irritably.

The grass is getting old so fast that even pigs are disgusted.

No water is really not good.

Song Ci withdrew her spiritual power, leaned on her father's shoulder with her eyes closed, and gently tapped her little hand on the back of his neck three times.

Song Chun'an replied knowingly:

"I chose three places, and none of them were particularly ideal. ”

Song Jianjian's spirit was shocked, and he asked seriously:

"Are you sure you can get water out of all three places?"

Song Chunan looked honest and honest, and said honestly:

"Who can be sure of this? Anyway, I did my best, you look at it, believe it or not. ”