The dispatch of officials in Changning County caused a lot of earthquakes between the upper levels. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info but ordinary people don't care about this. Whether it is the transfer of the Ming government, or the removal of the chief bookkeeper, or the promotion of the warden to the chief bookkeeper, these things have nothing to do with them, how to live their lives or how to live.

Fang Hong and the others had already returned to Giethoorn Village, except for Fang Zhi who sighed all day and night, worried that he would be troubled by Master Zhou, the rest of the people had left this matter behind.

The news in this village is closed, and he still doesn't know that Master Zhou has been deposed. As for the disappearance of Mr., it has become insignificant in such a chaotic situation. The smug warden just took the matter lightly with a stroke of his pen.

"I said bean sprouts, why is it still so hot this day, it's been a month, there hasn't been a drop of rain, there won't be a drought. On the edge of a dry ditch, Sun An touched his head, half-squinted his eyes, and looked towards the sky.

At this time, although it is already August, the sun is still scorching. Since the end of the rainy season, there has not been a single rain, and even the ditch used for irrigation has dried up.

In the past, it was almost time to harvest, but there has been no rain in the past month, and the rice in the fields is still dwarf, and it is still some time before it is ripe. If this continues, I am afraid that the rice in this village will not be ripe, and it will all be killed.

The water level of the Giethoorn River has also dropped again and again, and now it is about to bottom out. It's not that the drought is so severe that the water is drained, but that Moqiao Village, which is upstream of Giejiaoshui Village, has cut off the water.

If there is really a drought, water will become extremely important, and the people of Moqiao Village certainly don't want to give half of this water to Giethoorn Village. Therefore, as early as half a month ago, the river was intercepted.

"I think it's like, it's all because the people in Moqiao Village are too despicable, this water is not their village's private property, cut off the river, that doesn't leave us a way to live." Fang Qu looked at the dry cracks on the ground, and a trace of anger appeared on his face.

"The lieutenant has already gone to negotiate, but there is a fart in negotiating this matter, roll up your sleeves and go up to do it, which family wins the water and which family, how simple is it?" Sun An also heard about this, and now there is a trace of unstable atmosphere in the village, between the two villages, it is like a dry firewood pile, and a little spark can be ignited.

Over the years, as long as there is a drought, there will always be a fight between several villages over water, and only those who win can have a say. Every time there is a fight, someone has to shed blood and even casualties. But there is no way to do this, everyone wants to live, if there is no food in the fields, then there will be a famine.

"Hey, Brother Hong, why don't you speak. The two caught a glimpse of Fang Hong lying on the side, and they didn't know what was going on in the last few days, Fang Hong was a lot more silent than before.

"You say, if there is a drought, will there be a god rain to provide relief?" Fang Hong looked up at the sky, and then asked the two people on the side softly. His voice was relatively small, as if he was talking to himself.

"Brother Hong, what's wrong with you? How can there be gods to come to the rescue? I heard my father tell me that when they were young, there was a drought, and there was a yellow flutter for thousands of miles, and the grain was all dried, and the people at that time even ate human flesh in order to survive. Sun An looked at Fang Hong and asked a little strangely.

"It's fine. Fang Hong said casually perfunctorily, of course he wouldn't really be fine, on the contrary, he saw that the seriousness of the matter had far exceeded his expectations.

Ten days ago, he inadvertently went out of his body and found a black and red breath, which had been entrenched in the sky above Sheephorn Water Village. The gods are born with the ability to look at qi, and he can recognize it at a glance, and this thing is calamity. Moreover, looking at its black and red appearance, it is clear that it is a drought.

This calamity is not only in Giethoorn Village, but also in most parts of Jiangxi, which has been shrouded in this layer of black gas. Therefore, although he had boosted his luck in Giethoorn Village, compared to this huge natural disaster, the little luck he had improved was suppressed almost instantly.

At this time, the luck of the entire Giethoorn Village has taken on a gray color, which is already a state of decay, and if one is not good, the entire village will have to be erased by the disaster.

He is the god of the land, and that little power, under the endless calamity of heaven and earth, is like a candle flame in a storm, weak and fluttering.

Even if he wanted to do something, he couldn't do anything. As many people say, the will of heaven cannot be said, mortals can't disobey, and his little god can't disobey either.

"Fight for water, fight for water, Moqiao Village is too much to bully, if you don't release water, the crops will die!" At this time, the sound of gongs suddenly sounded in the village, and a loud voice was shouting desperately. But it was the third man of the party, behind him, followed by a large group of people, either holding sticks or hoes in their hands, all of them looking indignant.

"Fighting for water? Sun An's ears immediately pricked up, the severity of the drought, he had only heard others say, and he didn't know what it was, so as soon as he heard that there was a bustle to see, his spirit immediately cheered up.

"Let's take a look. He dragged Fang Hong and the others behind the crowd and headed towards the west end of the village. But Fang Hong and Fang Qu had no interest in fighting for water, Fang Hong was not in much mood at all because the disaster was so serious. And Fang Qu was purely timid and afraid of seeing blood for a while.

Between Giethoorn Village and Moqiao Village, it is connected by a small road. This path is built on the edge of the Giethoorn River, in other words, you can follow the river all the way up to Moqiao Village.

The people of Moqiao Village are also very sensitive these days, they have cut off the Sheephorn River, and the people of Sheephorn Village will definitely not do it. During this time, they desperately diverted water to their respective fields, and if they lost the battle for water, they could irrigate a little bit, and as long as they held on until the rice was ripe, they could survive even if the drought came.

"Mo Laohu, don't go too far, this water belongs to everyone, and you are doing this to force us to a dead end. "For things like fighting for water, the chief of the lieutenant is rarely involved, and generally only lets his subordinates take the lead. Fang Laosan and Fang Zhitong got closer, and this water competition was initiated by him.

"Fang Laosan, don't fucking fart, this water is flowing out of our Moqiao Village, we can stop it if we want to, what everyone's? I don't want to use it for you, so I won't use it for you." "Most of the people in Moqiao Village are surnamed Mo, and this Mo Laohu in front of him is extremely big-shouldered and round-waisted, and when his eyes open, he gives people a sense of viciousness, and he speaks loudly, so he immediately pointed at Fang Laosan and scolded.

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