When the cuckoo sings over the village, it is supposed to be the beginning of the farming season.

Every year at this season, when the rapeseed is ripe and the wheat is yellow, the farmers will harvest the rape and wheat into the warehouse in late spring and early summer, and then drain it into the field, plough the cattle everywhere, and plant the first season of early rice seedlings.

This year, however, the situation is very different.

Since the beginning of March, it has rarely rained.

Because of the lack of water, this season's rapeseed and wheat harvests are not as good as before, so that at this breakfast table, the atmosphere of the old Tao's family is a little gloomy.

Multigrain porridge with wild vegetable cakes and a few bowls of black sauerkraut.

Tao Chunsheng ate like a bitter melon.

"Dad, this cake is too rough, my teeth are almost gone, why don't we take some wheat and go to the mill at the entrance of the village to grind some fine flour and come back to steam white flour steamed buns to eat?" Tao Chunsheng discussed with Tao Laohan.

Tao Laohan buried his head in the bowl and drank the multigrain porridge in the bowl, and said without raising his eyes: "I have to ask your mother about these things." ”

Tao Chunsheng brought a flattering face to Ma again.

Ma Shi glanced at Tao Chunsheng and said angrily: "Still grinding fine powder?" With these brown powders, it's good to be able to manage the autumn harvest! ”

Tao Chunsheng was silent.

Since the beginning of spring, there has been a drought with very little rain, and the wheat harvest has not been as good as usual.

As for these wild vegetable cakes on the table, they also ate them tightly first, because they would have to work in the field later, and they would not be able to exert their strength if they didn't eat some hard goods.

Here, Tao Laohan didn't have the heart to eat, put down the chopsticks in his hand and raised his head, sighing.

"Hey, this god doesn't know what to do, it's been almost two months, and it has rained so much, and if it goes on like this, it's a question whether this early rice seedling can be planted!"

Hearing Tao Laohan's worried words, Tao Wangsheng said: "Dad, don't worry, isn't there a few days left?" It's a big deal, let's go to the river behind the village to fetch water. ”

Tao Dalan also spoke: "Dad, I have seen that the water level of the Crescent Moon Pond has been falling every day in the past few days, and the water is also muddy and yellow, and many people dare not pick up the water to eat, so they all go to the big river behind the village to pick up water, and the water level of the big river is estimated to have to fall." ”

Tao Wangsheng's brows furrowed tightly.

Tao Laohan said: "Don't worry, there is no endless road, there is a big reservoir in the east of Jinji Mountain, close to Hongtian Village. ”

"That reservoir was dug more than 30 years ago, and I still remember that I didn't get married at that time, and I followed the big guys to dig the reservoir every day, dig the river, and dig for more than half a year."

"The reservoir is at the foot of the mountain to the east, and there must be a lot of water stored in it, so when it really doesn't work, open the sluice gates, and we can save our lives in these ten miles and eight villages!"

The old man's words made the atmosphere on the table suddenly light again.

But there is one exception, and that is Tao Sixi.

At this time in the previous life, the area of Jinji Mountain was also arid.

First, the rape and wheat harvest failed, then the land in the rice fields dried up, the ponds dried up, and the river behind the village bottomed out.

Over the water in the reservoir on the eastern side of the mountain, Tang Village and Hongtian Village clashed fiercely.

In this conflict, the old Tao family was targeted, and his father Tao Wangsheng almost put his life into it......

Thinking of this, Tao Sixi couldn't feel at ease.

So much so that when she went to study in a private school these days, she was a little absent-minded.

When a person has the ability to predict the future, but cannot have the ability to change at the same time, this is called depression.

She thought about stopping the old Tao family from entangled with Hongtian Village, but she was soft-spoken, and in the face of the famine that the great drought might cause, no one would listen to her prophecy, and would only think that she was a madman.