Old man Ding's thoughts are the same as Ding Xue's, and his grandfather and grandson are careful all the way.

However, when I reached the end of the field, I didn't notice anything unusual.

"Or, grandpa, you go over there, I'll go this way?" Ding Xuewei began to suspect that Yang Lao was playing a prank.

Old man Ding frowned and thought for a moment and nodded.

The grandfather and grandson wanted to go against each other after coming to the end, but they didn't want a loud slap to fall on their faces in just a distance of about fifty meters.

The sweet potato field is flooded.

There is no waterway here, and the waterway of this field is in the direction they came, that is, the water is also the direction of the way, not all the way, but the edge of the field is flooded.

After glancing at each other, the grandfather and grandson turned right in unison.

Judging from the floating of fallen leaves on the water, the water came from the west.

There is only one spring in Yuequan Village, and there has been no rain since the hailstorm, and now the water is not sufficient.

Again, the spring is located on the side of the road at the head of the village, and the village will be the first to suffer from the dam cracking.

Therefore, when they saw the waterlogging, Ding Xuewei's grandfather and grandson had the same thoughts.

There was no problem with the waterwheel next door that lifted the groundwater, and it was just before the earthquake that the fields were soaked.

Ding Xuewei's field area is too large, and the growth of sweet potato vines consumes a lot of water, so the big and small waterwheels have not stopped turning for a day.

The water is constantly being poured in, and the excess water accumulated will naturally flow downward.

Although earthquakes and hailstorms are localized disasters, the magnitude of the disasters and the area affected by them are different.

The earthquake was so terrifying that Wang Dazhu and others couldn't rest assured about the situation at home.

After they left, the huge field could only be responsible for themselves, and Ding Xuewei's grandchildren didn't want to have any dried sweet potatoes and waterlogging, so naturally, they had the same idea of diverting water.

Diverting the water into the fields where it is needed is not a difficult task, just a few changes to the water distribution plates.

However, after the grandfather and grandson walked through one ditch after another, an unexpected situation happened to them.

In a large area, the water separators in the canal were closed, which means that the large area they walked on was not flooded before the earthquake.

And as the footsteps extended, the growth of the soaked sweet potato vines became worse and worse.

It didn't take long to go from the discovery of the sweet potato vines wilting to complete necrosis.

'How does this feel so cooked?' ’

The thought flashed in her heart, and Ding Xuewei bent down to pull some sweet potato leaves to take a look.

"Hot Water !!"

Before the sweet potato leaves were picked, she straightened her waist, and the two words that rushed out of her mouth were both surprised and puzzled.

After a quick eye exchange with Old Man Ding, she bent down again.

Not counting the whole hand, she directly sank her two hands and most of her arms into the water.

"How can it be a hot land?!" Totally can't figure it out.

The sun is not small these days, but the temperature in October is not hot at all, let alone the mud soaked in the water.

Her performance was too obvious, and the old man Ding, who had been stunned for a few seconds, hurriedly squatted down.

But at the touch of it, the expression revealed was the same as that of the eldest granddaughter.

"How?"

“·····”

Where can Ding Xuewei give him an answer.

A thought flashed in her mind, and she quickly got up and ran forward.

As I thought in my heart, the further I went, the more the sweet potato vines soaked in the water rotted more severely, and by the time the two of them found the place where they had entered, the water temperature had reached forty or fifty degrees.

As the water temperature rises, the water mist also spreads to the point where it affects the line of sight.

"Is there a hot spring over there?" Ding Xuewei stared at the southern woodland in a daze.

This 10,000 acres is planned as a test site for her.

On that day, no one came to measure.

A word of trust exempts several officials from the drudgery.

Naturally, they don't know if there are hot springs in this woodland!

Old man Ding didn't respond to him, and waded into the forest for more than ten meters.

The special climate of Fengcheng Province is warm and humid, which has created a variety of dense forests.

This place, which is only about 3,000 meters from the village, was once untouched.

When a poisonous white vine stopped in front of him, Old Man Ding's pace of wanting to find out suddenly stopped.

"Drain the water first, and then ask the headhunters to come over."

Sweet potatoes are important, and it doesn't matter what changes occur in this woodland.

But in a hurry, you can't joke with your life.

“··· I'm going to find my master. ”

After walking not far away, Ding Xuewei suddenly remembered Yang Laolai.

He must have known something like that.

"Grandpa, you lead the water nearby to the side of the road, and I'll go to my master and get a hoe by the way."

Without a hoe, you can't plane a waterway.

It was the season of water, and the grass in the roadside streams and canals dried up.

Drainage through streams is a perfect fit.

However, in a blink of an eye, Ding Xuewei thought a lot, such as out-of-season greenhouses, hot spring hotels, water parks, and so on.

Of course, no matter how excited you are, you know that now is not the time to think about this.

With a thud, she ran back.

Thanks to the lack of transportation options, not to mention the training of two legs, the lung capacity is also good, otherwise, the road of these kilometers is really not easy.

"Master."

The panting Ding Xuewei is less casual and funny than usual, and a little more serious.

"Can you tell me where the hot water comes from?"

"Two pots of tea that I brought back yesterday." Yang Lao waited for her to ask.

Ding Xuewei was speechless for three seconds.

Co-authored here waiting.

Throwing himself into the chair where he started like a dead pig, the exit was indescribable: "You can't be more simple when you're old?" ”

"I can't." The old man is very tsundere.

The act of tea-making people wanted to give him a punch.

From yesterday to today, how many sweet potatoes have to die in one night!

"There are five cans of tea I brought yesterday, and I gave them all to you."

Yang Lao obviously didn't expect her to be so crisp.

Unexpectedly, there were as many as five cans of tea she brought over yesterday.

After staring at her for a long time, he said: "Two thousand meters past here, into the forest, an overflow lake appeared six hundred meters away from the edge of the forest. ”

“··· Lake? Ding Xuewei grasped the point.

The disbelief in his eyes.

It's not that I don't believe the old man's words, but I suspect that I heard it wrong.

What is the concept of a lake?

The water area where boats are used is called a lake.

There are many waterholes and countless streams on the boundary of Fengcheng Prefecture, but there is no lake.

"Yes... Will you take me to see it? ”

Ding Xuewei was really curious about this water area that could describe Yang Lao with the word lake, and was even more sure that there was no pond above 50 acres in a radius of 100 miles from Yuequan Village.

At that time, when Jin Lao was in the village, she asked Tian Chong carefully, not to mention that she counted the nearby waterholes, but there was absolutely no lake.

Give out the tea leaves in your hand all at once, just so that someone can not grind and chirp.

Who knew that as soon as people opened their mouths, they would surprise her!

Ding Xuewei was a little apprehensive, afraid of Yang Laozhou, and it was not convenient.

"Cut."

An old man rolled his eyes at her with disdain.

In the next second, the wind hunted.

Ding Xuewei, who was caught in the armpit again, had only one thought... When you go back, you must learn kung fu.

How can I let Yang Lao teach herself to fly on the grass, that is when she is free in the future, standing in front of the foggy and quite a bit of the artistic conception of the fairy land Lingfu in front of her, like being struck by thunder.

A roar every day, begging for tickets, asking for collections...