Yang Xiande's brain turned, and he immediately had a new plan. Under the pretext of inspecting the anti-drought work, he personally broke into Xinghua Village. He asked Muqin and Feng'er to take them, and inspected and inquired inside and outside the village, focusing on the sparkling and sparkling sweet water stored in those ditches and ponds. Everywhere I went, I saw that the crops in the field were growing well, and it was not like I had been wronged by a lack of fertilizer and water.

In fact, Yang Xiande can also see the trickiness at a glance.

The mountains and water in the mountains will not be cut off immediately because it does not rain, and they will still flow without drying up. Feng'er seemed to foresee the abnormal weather this year, so she led people to block the key parts of the large and small canals and ponds, and built up a series of high moats to store the mountains and rivers to the full. With just the little land and people in the village, of course, it can't be eaten and used.

Yang Xiande was overjoyed. He deliberately put on a posture of saying nothing, and instructed forcefully, your village has abundant water, so you only think about your own family, regardless of everyone outside the mountain, how can this be done. Immediately open all the ditches that have been blocked, let the water flow, and relieve the villages beyond the mountains that are dying of thirst.

The xylophone was startled. She exclaimed, "Mayor, if you put this little bit of water down, where can it still flow out of the mountain?" Within a few miles, it was all seeping into the riverbed. No one can catch it.

Feng'er also hurriedly interjected, just a little water, who knows how dry it will be on this day. If I don't save it, I'm afraid that my village will also suffer. You'd better do it, don't let my village die of thirst.

How could Yang Xiande listen to the two of them singing and prevaricating themselves. He waved his hand and said, Don't recite the Bitter Sutra in front of me, my Bitter Sutra is more bitter and longer than the two of you. Now, what time has come? If you don't reflect the awareness of the overall situation, where have you both gone in terms of party spirit and principles? I think you Xinghua Village people have plunged into the eyes of money one by one, only caring about yourself, regardless of the life or death of others. Now, the eyebrows outside the mountain are already burning, so we have to look at it first. If you want to do it, I'll talk about it when the drought is calm. I can't even take care of my head, and I'm still doing what I do with that gusset.

The two of them were stared at with wide eyes, and they had nothing to say, but they didn't give up.

Xylophone smiled, or else. This little water will not help the drought-fighting fields outside the mountains. However, it can solve the problem of draft for people outside the mountain. The town sent a car to pull water from the village out of the mountain. Just give people water, don't kill people from thirst. It's not that you can stay in the green mountains, and you are not afraid of running out of firewood. Look at it.

Yang Xiande has to be an inch, it's okay, this is what you say, just do what you say. There are no cars in town to send either. Doesn't there be a truck in your village? Tell him to deliver sweet water to the villages outside the mountains, and the cost will be borne by the processing factory.

Feng'er lamented, speaking of which, I still want to be the leader of the village. Not only did they contribute water for free, but they also contributed to the cost of oil, which is too much of a loss.

Yang Xiande tried hard to tighten his face, and scolded Feng'er and said, What's the matter, why did you eat it. In these extraordinary times, all water has to be allocated by the government, all expenses have to be used to fight drought, and all work has to make way for disaster relief. In my opinion, your ideological realm is not as high as the xylophone, and you are always self-conscious.

Xylophone secretly glanced at Feng'er, not telling her to care about it anymore.

Feng'er hurriedly closed her mouth, not daring to argue any more. I'm afraid that if I talk too much, I will provoke Yang Xiande to say more about the platform. [End of Chapter]