Yang Ruohe is hiding in Yu Jinbao's house and will never return to Lao Yang's house.

In the next few days, Yang Huaming went to Yujia Village several times, but Yang Ruohe refused to see him with various excuses and reasons.

After going there several times in a row, Yang Huaming found it boring.

As long as they didn't drag Yang Ruohe back, everyone in the ten miles and eight villages knew about this weird married girl from the fourth room of the old Yang family.

This incident became a topic of conversation and a joke for everyone after dinner.

When Lao Yangtou, Yang Huaming and others walked in the village, they were all pointed out.

Those village women who had had conflicts with Mrs. Liu in the past seized the opportunity this time and laughed at Mrs. Liu to death.

Ms. Liu was so angry that she couldn't eat well these past few days and couldn't sleep. All her anger was spent arguing and fighting with the village women outside.

The days passed like this, and the growth of late rice encountered a test.

Because, God, it has not rained for several days.

In the rice fields, there were patches of dry cracks.

The cotton fields were also dry and cracked. So the villagers began to work hard to fight the drought.

This time's drought is not just in the Mianniu Mountain area, but also in the entire Wanghai County and even the Huguang County area.

God, there was too much rain. There was no place to store the water, and it flooded everywhere.

Unripe rice stopped growing, cotton stalks rotted in the fields, poultry and livestock were drowned, corpses floated on the water, germs were everywhere, and plague was rampant.

But now, God no longer rains, and the earth is dry.

The water in the large pond at the entrance of Changping Village is also falling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the ditches in the fields, the water had long since evaporated, and the soil at the bottom of the ditches was turning over like turtle shells.

Seeing that this crop, the cotton is almost dying of drought, and in other places in the same county, the livestock can hardly even drink water, let alone irrigate the fields and crops.

As for the Changping Village area, Yang Huazhong was with the Li Zhengs of nearby Yujia Village and Zhengjia Village.

After getting permission from the town security chief, he took people to open the large reservoir at the foot of the mountain near Zhengjia Village.

As soon as the big reservoir was opened, the water flowed down the river channel where Yang Ruoqing had "grown vines and melons" during the flood that year.

While the crops are moistened along the way, excess water can also collect into the melons on the long vines.

These 'melons' are small reservoirs one after another.

The water in the reservoir can meet the needs of crops in the nearby area on May 6th.

As a result, the water level in the pond at the entrance of Changping Village also rose.

The villagers washed, drank, and drank water for the livestock. Now everything was provided for.

"Even if it doesn't rain for twenty days, we can still get through it!" Yang Huazhong said to Sun and Yang Ruoqing when he returned home after running around in the fields outside.

Mrs. Sun poured him a bowl of tea brewed from lotus seed cores, which was cool and de-heating, and said, "Can you carry it for twenty days? That's great. The late rice is ripe, and you can pick several bunches of cotton."

Yang Huazhong nodded: "According to the solar terms, it is impossible for twenty days to pass without rain."

"I heard them say that in many other places, crops have died due to drought, and many poultry and livestock have died of thirst,"

"But our area is safe and sound, just waiting to harvest the crops."

"Now, I heard that many people in the villages over there are looking for their husbands' families and want to marry their daughters to our area, just because our area will not die of drought or be flooded," Yang Huazhong said.

When Mrs. Sun heard these words, she beamed again.

Yang Ruoqing also smiled happily.

Yang Huazhong suddenly said: "By the way, now the villagers in Shiliba Village praise Qing'er like me when they see me!"

"The method of growing vines and growing melons to prevent floods and droughts was originally developed by Qing'er, Tangyazi and Zichuan under great pressure."

"It's true that people in the past planted trees and people in the future can enjoy the shade. It's really a thing that benefits the village."

"Everyone, you have tasted the benefits now. They are all talking about Qing'er,"

"Some people even say that instead of worshiping Buddha, Buddha will not give us rain. But Qing'er is really doing practical things for us." Yang Huazhong added.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing smiled even more modestly.

"Don't lift me up so high. The higher you lift me, the more painful it will be if you fail to do something," she said.

I live here, my relatives, friends, and children are all here.

Naturally, she has to work hard to keep herself and the people she loves safe.

Human wisdom can sometimes overcome natural disasters.

"By the way, Qing'er, this Tang Yazi has been in the south for more than a month. Has he written any letters? Did he say when he will come back?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Mentioning this, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"I was about to tell my parents that he has settled his affairs in the army and has already set off. He is on his way home now."

"Well... I guess I'll be home in the next two days, just in time to harvest the rice," she said.

When Yang Huazhong and Sun heard this, they felt relieved.

Two days later, Luo Fengtang really came back.

After not seeing him for more than a month, he has become thinner and darker.

However, the overall spirit of the person is still very good.

"Hey, after traveling ten million miles, it would be best to come back here."

After coming out of the shower room feeling refreshed, Luo Fengtang let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Yang Ruoqing was chopping watermelon. When she heard this, she turned her head and smiled at him.

"A golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your own doghouse. Even if you give me a golden palace, I won't change it. I want this home!"

As she spoke, she brought a piece of watermelon over and handed it to him.

"Let's eat two pieces of watermelon first to relieve the heat. Auntie is cooking. After a short rest, it's almost time for lunch," she said.

Luo Fengtang took the watermelon and took a bite.

"So sweet." He said.

"I didn't expect that this year's drought would produce such sweet watermelons," he said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Our place is still not affected, and we still have a good harvest."

"Back then, we built the canal despite the pressure. It was really a thing that benefited future generations!" Luo Fengtang said again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "We ourselves have benefited from it."

"By the way, you don't know some good news, right?" she said, "Risong, Ahao, and my brother Yongjin, they are all going to be fathers."

"Seriously?" Luo Fengtang opened his eyes wide, full of surprise.

Yang Ruoqing continued: "The three of us got pregnant together and gave birth at about the same time, in March next year."

"By the way, there is He'er. She is married to Yu Jinbao and is pregnant. She will give birth in March next year..."

"What?"

This time, Luo Fengtang was even more surprised and speechless.

"I've been away for a month, and I didn't expect so many things to happen at home. It's really a happy event happening one after another!" he said.
Chapter completed!