Since composing one or two songs, the sound seems to have a feeling for singing, and the more I sing, the more flavorful it becomes. On the weekend, Qin Yin went home, walked along the mountain road that had been walked thousands of times, and suddenly the song started again, and he sang the mountain song endlessly:

"Think, think about it, think about how the mountain road is so long, there is no herbal tea to quench your thirst, there is no sapling to enjoy the shade, think carefully, think about it, think ......about it, think about it."

This song was not composed by the sound of the piano, but she learned it by word of mouth from adults when she was a child. It is said that before the liberation, there was a proverb in this mountainous area that "there is a drought in ten years and nine droughts, and there is still one year that cannot be irrigated". After the liberation, the state attached great importance to the construction of water conservancy in farmland, and some water conservancy projects were successively built and repaired in this mountainous area, and three or four reservoirs were added to the local area. However, the small mountain village and many surrounding villages belong to the high-pitched mountainous area, and the problem of irrigation of farmland has not been fully solved.

Qin Yin remembers that a few days ago, a big leader from the commune came, and during the forum, a representative of the villagers mentioned that dozens of production teams in many communes and surrounding areas in the county have suffered from drought over the years, and successive dynasties have not been able to solve the problem. Xin Xian once asked the secretary to record it, saying that the next step was to solve this problem. This is a dream for many people in mountainous areas, will the county solve this problem?

Koto thought wildly. In fact, like most people, she thinks that the problems that cannot be solved by all dynasties and dynasties, although the county officials said that they will definitely solve them, they may not really be able to solve them.

Qin Yin was thinking about these disorganized things endlessly, and suddenly noticed that a man in a straw hat was walking towards her not far away. As she walked, she sang the mountain song she had just sung. Listening to the sound of the qin, I felt that this person was not like a local, because there was no sentence in the mountain song he sang, and he wanted to learn from her to sing, but he couldn't learn it completely.

As she got closer, Kotone suddenly screamed, unable to believe her eyes.

That man was none other than Xin Xian, a high-ranking county official. Qin Yin suddenly saw Xin Xian, surprised, surprised, flustered, and wanted to say some greetings, but his mouth opened, but he couldn't say it.

Xin Xian obviously felt that Qin Yin was at a loss, and preemptively greeted Qin Yin: "It is worthy of being a girl in the mountains, and it is really nice to sing mountain songs." ”

Qin Yin lowered his head embarrassedly and muttered, "Secretary Xin is such a big leader, wearing a straw hat and dressing like a peasant, I almost can't recognize it." ”

Xin Xian said: "Dress like a farmer, say hello when you meet a farmer, talk or something, and there is no barrier between each other." ”

Qin Yin and Xin Xian walked towards the small mountain village together. Xin Xian said: Yesterday I called the comrades of the county agriculture department and told them that there is no hydroponic and irrigated water in this mountainous area, and asked them to find a way to take care of it, and to put more water in the reservoir. But today's field investigation, the water in the reservoir was released, but unfortunately the amount of water is still too small, and the water of one acre of land will flow for at least a whole day.

Speaking of the problem of water shortage, Qin Yin also told Xin Xian what he knew about the past:

Although the stream next to the small mountain village has daily water for washing and daily drinking, the water flow is not large, and it is far from sufficient to irrigate the farmland.

After the fields were divided into households, the peasants' enthusiasm for production increased, but the problem of water shortage was very serious. I heard and witnessed many farmers fighting in the fields for a little water for irrigation. Of course, it is a trivial matter to quarrel with red faces, and there are people who wield hoes and go into battle, not even wanting their lives. This year, the mountain landslides and water sources were diverted, hundreds of acres of rice could not be irrigated, and within a day or two, the seedlings withered in the fields. Many farmers are crying in the fields and grabbing the land, but what can they do?

Qin Yin vividly remembers that this year's spring ploughing, all parts of the mountainous area have been busy for a long time, and they planted seedlings happily. In summer, more than 10,000 acres of rice are in the vigorous growth period, a breeze blows, rippling blue waves, as if walking into a green ocean. Looking at the lush rice fields, thousands of people are excitedly waiting for the harvest season to arrive as soon as possible. However, there are unforeseen circumstances, and perhaps only four or five days away from the time when the rice is ripe, there is a sudden drought in the sky. Seeing that there was no water in the farmland, it turned from paddy field to dry field, and from dry field to hard field, and the rice that was about to ripen was bent down by the sun. Farmers are not willing to lose their harvest, some people carry wooden barrels to carry water from several kilometers away to irrigate the farmland, but how can the use of manpower to carry the water on the shoulders can meet the irrigation needs of the vast farmland?

The hope of the farmers in the mountainous areas for most of the year is that the drought of the old days can make you lose your harvest in a few days. It is said that at that time, an old farmer had put all his hopes for his grandson's education on the few acres of fields that belonged to him, and in the face of drought, he was rushed to death in the fields.

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Xin Xian said that coming to Linjiang County to serve as a senior county official has a very heavy responsibility on his shoulders. I checked and found that it has become a tradition for successive high-ranking county officials to manage water for the people, and it is also the actual need of the people of Linjiang. Although many reservoirs have been built here since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the drought is far from being solved!

Before they knew it, Qin Yin and Xin Xian had come to the small mountain village. The dogs in the village may have already known Xin Xian, but they simply barked a few times. When they entered the village, the dogs came forward and wagked their tails, followed them for a while, and then dispersed.

A few dog barks are often a sign that a stranger has come to a small mountain village. The old people and children in the village came out to see what was going on. When they knew that Qin Yin led the county high-ranking official Xin Xian back, they ran to tell each other, saying that the senior official who came last time had come again.

Seeing that it was the county official she had seen last time, Grandma Qin didn't dare to slack off, so she politely invited Xin Liqing to sit next to the table of the Eight Immortals, poured tea, and then sent a child to call Father Qin home. Soon after, the father returned with a hoe.

When Qin's father heard that Xin Xian had come specially for the water conservancy issue, he immediately came to his senses. The small mountain village and hundreds of surrounding villages are scattered on the mountain, with a radius of tens of kilometers. And the irrigation of tens of thousands of acres of farmland in these places depends on the water of small streams in the mountains. In the spring and summer flood season, irrigation is not enough, and in autumn and winter, there is often a water shortage of "ten miles of drought without dripping". He told Xin Xian that almost all the things that everyone talks about, worries about, and even conflicts in the farmland are related to the lack of water.

After listening to the introduction of Qin's father, Xin Xian's mood became more complicated. Now that the country is taking a great turn of events, we must solve the problem of food and clothing for millions of peasants and make the peasants rich as soon as possible.

Xin Xian said that it is necessary to go to this mountainous area within a radius of several tens of kilometers to conduct research and study and formulate a plan to solve the problem of irrigation of tens of thousands of acres of farmland in these places as soon as possible. Qin's father volunteered to be a guide, and Qinyin also said that he would be an entourage.

Qin Yin and Qin Father each wore a straw hat and carried Xin Xian. The first stop they were going to was Dakang Village, which had the largest population, the most extensive farmland, and the most serious irrigation problems in the commune. Qin Yin said that she remembered that the old farmer who died in a hurry was from that village.

The sun is scorching, smelling the smell of the sun's roasted plant leaves all the way, and sweating profusely as I walk. They chatted about water conservancy all the way, and they didn't know how long the mountain road was, and finally arrived at Dakang Village.

The village is surrounded by vast farmland, and some of the seedlings in the fields are lazily paralyzed on the ground with their heads and bodies under the scorching sun. At the bottom of the mountain road where they were walking, an old farmer was gently shoveling grass with a hoe on a sweet potato field.

Qin Yin shouted, "Uncle!"

The old farmer slowly straightened up, his face dark and sweaty, "Sister, what about calling me?"

"Uh-huh, call you!" Kotone replied loudly.

Xin Xian stood on the ridge of the field, taking off his straw hat to fan himself cold, while looking at the almost dry farmland in a daze. Suddenly, by accident, the straw hat came off his hand and fell on the grass on the side of the road. Kotone tried to help pick it up, but the straw hat was lifted by the wind she brought when she fluttered and gently fell down on the farmland below.

The old farmer put down his hoe, picked up his straw hat, and respectfully handed it back to Xin Xian. The old farmer stood on tiptoe, and Xin Xian bent down, just enough to pass the straw hat.

The old farmer saw that Xin Xian did not look like a farmer and asked, "Comrade, where are you from?"

"The county seat. Xin Xian replied.

"I think you look like a cadre, right?

"My name is Xin Xian. ”

"Ouch, you're the county's secretary Xin?"

Xin Xian smiled and nodded. Father Qin and Qin Yin were also laughing innocently.

The old peasant said: Before the liberation of our village, it was a poor place, and no one took care of it, but later there were guerrillas stationed in it, and it became an old revolutionary area.

Qin Yin gestured with his fist, "The old revolutionary area!

Xin Xian took the straw hat, sat on the grass on the side of the road, and talked with the old farmer: "Brother, I heard that you are short of water for irrigation here. ”

"No, you saw it. The old farmer pointed to the scorching sun and the fields, "There is too little water, not enough for the sun to dry violently, and the crops will not survive." ”

The old farmer told a little about the history of the drought and also mentioned the old man who was dying in a hurry.

The old farmer said, Secretary Xin, I am not the only one who thinks so, but the dream of millions of people in the mountainous areas, if the problem of farmland irrigation can be solved, the people will be able to farm smoothly, and the problem of food and clothing will be solved.

Xin Xian felt that the water conservancy issue could not be put off any longer.