The days in June are getting hotter and hotter, and at this time, my father is not afraid of the heat to himself, but he is most afraid of the heat to the farmland.

The river has passed, what can I do if it doesn't rain, and I'm not the answer? At this time, as long as there is water in the pond of the team, who can care about the fish being jealous.

He immediately drove out the iron oxen that were in the house, and pulled me through the water pipes, pumps, belts, ropes, iron rods or drivers, buckets, shovels, and baskets.

When they came to the pond, my father first pulled the short pipe down the slope, and then dug out the pit and put down the basket to cushion the bottom for the short pipe head filtration.

Then go up and assemble the tools used in the ploughing machine head one by one, the process is as follows, first the water pump is fixed under the handlebar, the machine handle is originally linked to the tow box, and now the water pump is linked, and the water inlet of the water pump is linked to the short pipe tail.

The end of the short pipe should also be plugged with sludge to prevent water accumulation, and then the water inlet of the link pump should be completely closed, of course, this has nothing to do with the filtration of the short pipe head.

Then my father went back and forth with a bucket of water to pour it into the outlet of the pump, in order to drain the water, like a preheating.

When my father was doing this, he would always ask me to roll the long soft tube from one end to the other end of the field, straight and straight, and bent and bent.

When I returned, he also brought another bucket of water, and asked me to raise the soft long pipe, he also poured water in, as soon as the water filled and raised the distance, he immediately closed the long pipe mouth completely closed the outlet of the pump, and then strangled it with a rope, and the iron rod or screwdriver poked in from the loose place of the rope and tightened it at the handlebar.

After the deed was completed, it was my father who wanted to let the iron ox drink water, and I immediately poured the water from the soft long pipe he had filled just now, and I saw that the handle was shaken, as if it had been pulled by the ear, and it came out

"It hurts~it hurts~it hurts~" obediently pumped the water violently, and the water in the field gushed out like a horse, and the bucket was placed under the soft long pipe at the outlet of the pump.

Machine, let it call if it wants to call! Father, if you want to carry a shovel to make up for the leak, just make up for it! I can go home anyway.

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