Zhao Xinshan did what he said, saying that he didn't need the second uncle Zhao Xinhe's family, except for daily work, all the work would no longer be arranged for their family.

At present, in addition to clearing the wasteland, it is a standing water wheel.

The river outside Zhao Cun'er is about three meters wide, and Fu Hang's waterwheel is designed and assembled according to the size of the river, and it is quite spectacular. Now the river is gentle, but the water is relatively deep after so many days of heavy rain before.

They don't have machines, the water truck relies purely on people, and the village requisitions tall men, and even Zhao Feng and Zhao Zhuzhu, who are going to join the army, are not left behind, except for the sons of the second uncle Zhao's family.

Zhao Xinshan specially chose to dry up when the water was not so cold at noon, and the whole village had nothing to do, so they all came to join in the fun.

Second Uncle Zhao and Second Aunt Zhao were embarrassed and didn't come to see the waterwheel, but the four brothers Zhao Yongqiang and Zhao Yongjun came.

A group of men gathered around the waterwheel, and Lin Haiyang held a corner and shouted the slogan: "One, two, three! Up!"

The waterwheel was lifted, and the men shouted "one-two, one-two" together, and carried the waterwheel to the outside of the village.

There are also large assembled wooden parts, thick and long pointed wood, ropes, ...... Someone has it.

Niu Xiaoqiang and a group of children ran happily before and after, volunteering to help with ropes and small parts.

Zhao Yongqiang and the four brothers wanted to help, but they couldn't reach out at all, so they could only follow in the crowd without embarrassment.

Zhao Ke, Zhao Xinshan, and Fu Hang walked together, and they didn't see the embarrassment of the four of them.

When they reached the river, the men who were about to enter the water began to protect themselves - there was no life-saving equipment in the village, so they tied a netting of hemp rope downstream.

In order to be able to stand in the water, a thick hemp rope was pulled at the position where the standing water wheel was prepared. All ready, Fu Hang commanded a few young men to go down to the river to nail wooden stakes.

The center of the water was very deep, and it was all flooded to Zhao Feng's chest, and it was extremely difficult to stand firm in the water, let alone walk and work.

A group of people struggled to nail the stakes, and it became a problem for the watermill to move to its position.

The diameter of the waterwheel exceeds the width of the river, so it can hardly borrow the buoyancy of the water, but it is also multiplied by the difficulty of working in the water. This is not yet the time to stand up.

Fu Hang stood on the shore and watched, and he couldn't help the waterwheel move over, so he simply jumped into the river.

"Eh, Fu Zhiqing!"

Zhao Yunyun spoke out in a hurry, unable to stop people.

He was dressed in a clean shirt and trousers, and he was all dirty when he got out of the water. And after him, the men of the village made dumplings and "plopped" down

Jumping, the already muddy water, stirring more and more dirty.

Zhao Yongqiang's brothers looked at each other, and they all jumped down without hesitation.

The men stood on both sides of the waterwheel, and Fu Hang shouted "One and two!" One two!" shouts, in unison. Little by little, the waterwheel approached the stakes.

Occasionally, someone slips under their feet and gets into the water, and they flutter up or someone next to them helps them stand up, and they continue to exert themselves.

The wet tops cling to the body, outlining the sturdy silhouettes of the men, and the muscles bulge every time they exert force, and they are full of power.

On the shore, many young girls were too shy to look and peeked.

Zhao Yunyun was much more straightforward, staring at Fu Hang's chest tightly wrapped in a shirt, and whispered to Zhao Ke: "Do you see if Fu Zhiqing is stronger than when he first came?

Zhao Ke looked at Fu Hang.

A sturdy physique, and the shirt is wet and astringent. It's a little bit stronger.

However, Zhao Ke's attention fell on Fu Hang's eyes, Don't you think that Fu Zhiqing is more popular than a few months ago?

Probably, the fluttering kaolin flowers were voluntarily planted in the soil that exudes the fragrance of organic fertilizer, and they were nourished and brought to life.

Zhao Ke looked at the cousins of Second Uncle Zhao's family again, they, and all the other people, were working together at this time, and they were all about setting up the waterwheel in their hearts, without chicken feathers or chicken bits and pieces.

Whether it's noisy or noisy, life is full of vitality because of this. In the water, everyone lifted the waterwheel to the stake and completed a big step. Some of them went ashore and threw back a few hemp ropes tied to the top of the waterwheel. Next, the waterwheel should be erected, the people on the shore should be pulled, and the people in the water should be supported or pushed.

The people on the shore, one counts as one, and as long as there is a place to hold the rope, all go over to help pull it. The children couldn't intervene, so they followed along and shouted slogans and cheered together.

"One-two!"

One or two!

"One-two!"

"One-two!"

The waterwheel slowly becomes oblique from lying horizontally, and slowly straightens up and straightens until it is completely upright.

The faces of the people on the shore were full of joy, and they did not dare to let go, maintaining a tug-of-war posture.

In the water, Fu Hang beckoned a few people to hurry up and fix the waterwheel, until all the wooden stakes in the reserved positions were nailed, and then signaled the shore to loosen up a little.

The people on the shore tried to let go. The watermill stands steadily. The joy of the crowd was fully released.

>But the waterwheel didn't mean to run at all, it just stood there. Someone asked, "Fu Zhiqing, why doesn't it leave?"

Fu Hang was not impatient in the slightest, explaining: "We still need motivation."

He also commanded Lin Haiyang and Chen San'er to install the remaining components. Everyone watched anxiously and expectantly as they went about their work.

Finally, the last screw was screwed on, the sprocket was installed, and Lin Haiyang and Chen San'er pushed the sprocket together.

In the beginning, push very slowly, gears and chains

The bar moved slowly, and gradually, the two of them went along and pushed faster, and the waterwheel "creaked" and turned.

Everyone crowded to the river, watching as the waterwheel turned, the bucket carrying the water, and the water flowing down the wooden trough below.

"Oooh-oh-"

"The waterwheel is moving!"

"The waterwheel is moving!"

The water is flowing out!

Everyone was cheering, and the young people of the village rushed up to push the waterwheel in place of Lin Haiyang and Chen San'er.

Fu Hang stood under the waterwheel, the river water poured on his head, but he was not dirty at all, he wiped his face casually, and his smile was extremely bright. Zhao Xinshan looked at the waterwheel and burst into tears inexplicably, Irrigation next year will be easy...... Zhao Siye, Accountant Niu and others all nodded with satisfaction.

Zhao Ke looked at Fu Hang with his eyes, and said to Zhao Xinshan and the others: "I heard Fu Zhiqing say that you can also make a keel waterwheel, and next year we will open up all the land by the river to make paddy fields, you can grow rice, and everyone can eat rice by the end of the year......

When a group of old peasants heard this, they looked expectantly at the wasteland behind them.

Here, in fact, it is very fertile, but it is always waterlogged, and the crops are not harvested, and it slowly becomes a barren. But soon, it will become fertile land again....

In the water, Fu Hang seemed to feel something, looked back, and after looking at Zhao Ke, he unfolded a clear and energetic smile. Refreshed.

The filthy river flowed down the young man's face, unable to hide the clarity of his brow. After a few seconds of eye contact, Zhao Ke took the lead in looking away. Fu Hang's eyes drooped slightly.

Zhao Ke looked sideways at Zhao Yunyun.

Zhao Yunyun really looked at the river steadily.

Zhao Ke followed her gaze again.

She thought it was Fu Hang.

But no.

Zhao Ke frowned slightly.

Chen San'er jumped into the river, splashing water with everyone, laughing heartily, and the gloom between his eyebrows seemed to disappear. Zhao Ke's eyes were on Zhao Yunyun

Moving back and forth with Chen San'er, there was a slight surprise in his eyes.

No, what's going on with these two people?!

Fake, right?

The mischievous young men deliberately sprinkled water on the shore, and the girls scattered with small screams, which caused the young men to burst into laughter. Zhao Ke was also called back to his senses by the water that suddenly came over, kicked a piece of dirt into the water, and splashed half a meter high. The other girls also picked up the dirt and threw it into the water, splashing one splash after another. Seeing that it was about to turn into a splashing battle, Zhao Ke didn't want to get wet, so he quickly evacuated the shore. With her, there is also Zhuang Lan.

Some of the young people had already taken off their shirts and stood in the river bare-chested, Zhao Feng didn't take them off, but his clothes were soaked and close to his body.

Before Zhuang Lan followed Zhao Ke away, she glanced back embarrassedly, her eyes fell on Zhao Feng, as if she was hot, and quickly retracted it.

Zhao Xinshan instructed the children in the river: "Come out early, don't get sick." Zhao Ke asked them to come out and go to her house to drink the cold soup before going home.

Zhao Jianguo, the only barefoot doctor in the village, was not at home, and the members had some minor problems and had to take medicine.

Before Zhao Jianguo left, he wrote down all the effects of each medicine clearly, and recorded all the old diseases of the big guys in the village and handed them over to Yu Xiulan and Zhao Ke.

The mother and daughter are now occasionally responsible for bringing medicine to the villagers, and naturally they have to do the work of boiling the soup and medicine. The people who went into the water drank the medicine one after another and left, and the brothers of Second Uncle Zhao's family grinded to the end.

Zhao Yongjun was the youngest, quietly rubbed to Zhao Ke's side, and said with a face full of shame: "Sister, Brother Zhu'er, my parents are not right, our brothers will definitely persuade them in the future, do you think you can help us intercede with our uncle?"

Zhao Ke ignored him.

Zhao Yongjun's face was complaining, sticky, sister~

Zhao Ke threw the burning stick, raised his slap and slapped him on the back of the head and slapped it a few times, You are embarrassed to say! Before your parents made trouble, your brother still didn't know anything about it? What are your thoughts, who can you fool?"

Zhao Feng shrunk his neck, picked up the burning stick and burned the fire silently. Zhao Yongjun is quite big, he beats and scolds, and begs for mercy with a fixed face: "Sister, we really know it's wrong." Outside, his three elder brothers also looked at each other.

Zhao Ke hammered him several times, and then glared at the three people outside, "Go back and reflect on it, and admit your mistakes to me." The four brothers looked at each other and left Zhao Ke's house with their heads bowed.

Yu Xiulan came in and scolded them: Yes! Pretending to be confused, I still want to wait for the bolt to leave, what is the matter of turning a big thing into a small thing. &

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Zhao Feng and the others can stay in the village for two days, as long as they are not stupid, they should know what to do if they want to resolve this matter.

Even if they still can't wipe their faces, someone will remind them. Zhao Ke and others will come tomorrow.

And in the evening, Chen San'er suddenly ran over and knocked on the door of Zhao Ke's house, Director Zhao, Fu Zhiqing is sick! Zhao Ke and Zhao Feng put on their clothes and followed them to the next door.

Fu Hang was lying on the kang, his eyes were closed, and his face was red.

Zhao Ke stretched out his hand to cover his forehead.

It's hot.

"Maybe it's a cold during the day." Zhao Ke said, withdrawing his hand. But it didn't work out.

Fu Hang grabbed her hand, clenched it tightly, and put it on his forehead to relieve the heat. He still muttered "cool" in his mouth. Zhao Ke: ......

Cold hands and feet are a bit empty, yes, it's not for you to be an ice pack.

And Zhao Feng's eyes widened directly, and he gritted his teeth and stared at Fu Hang's hand, ...... My sister's hands are dirty!