Chapter 153 Digging drainage ditches and firmly following Fan Jin's family

Behind him, Fan Damu laughed loudly, and shouted:

"It's okay if you don't want to dig, just learn from me;

Besides, your houses are all new, so what's there to be afraid of even if there is water accumulation? Are you afraid that the new house will be washed away!"

"Building a house is supposed to be comfortable to live in, but you have to suffer by digging ditches for the sake of the house. Why do I think it's not worth it?"

A group of men clenched their fists in anger.

The leader Li Wen turned around and looked at Fan Damu, saying in a deep tone: "No matter how much we suffer, we live in our own house, and we don't have to run around with a big family, nor do we have to squeeze into other people's houses."

Fan Damu put away his smile, his eyelids drooped and he didn't speak.

Seeing this, the men in the village immediately agreed: "Yes! We own our own house, and the hard work is only temporary!"

"After the ditch is dug, we will go home to take a hot bath and drink ginger soup. It will be as comfortable as it can be."

"Is it convenient for your whole family to stay in someone else's house? I see it's crowded! And you can only stay together temporarily. Will you still be squeezed together after the rain stops?

Are you going to stay together all the time without building a house?"

Hearing the words "staying together all the time without building a house", Fan Qian looked at Fan Damu suspiciously.

Brother Damu only said that he would stay together, but he didn't say how long he would stay. It would take several days to build the thatched house after the rain stops, right?

How long will I have to stay here...

Fan Damu secretly cursed these men for being too talkative, and promised Fan Qian: "I will move out as soon as the rain stops! Don't listen to their nonsense!"

Li Wen and others watched the excitement and said: "It's easier to invite the gods than to send them away."

"The rain won't stop for a while, I'm afraid it will rain for ten days or half a month."

"Anyway, let me put it here first, Fan Damu, don't call me when you build a house! I won't help you even if you call me!"

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

The men responded one after another.

In the past, when there were thatched houses collapsed by rain in the village, everyone would spontaneously help, and it would be built in a day or two.

Now that the village is digging ditches, Fan Damu's family is fine, and they are still talking behind him!

They are not stupid enough to not hear that since he is unkind, they don't need to pay too much attention to the friendship of the same village.

Fan Damu really didn't realize this.

He and Zhang Tuzi were the only ones who lived in thatched houses in the village, while the rest of the families lived in adobe houses. His thatched house collapsed on the first night, and when he came to Fan Qian, he was despised everywhere. He felt angry all over!

Seeing this group of people, he was even more angry.

He was quick to speak, and only now realized that he had offended someone.

He wanted to make amends, but many men kept walking out of the yard.

Fan Qian was even more regretful at this moment!

If the villagers don't help, when can Fan Damu's family build a thatched house?

He turned to Fan Damu, his tone was no longer polite, and asked in a cold voice: "Where is the firewood you stored before?

You have seen my house, which is enough for five or six days at most. Now that your whole family has moved in, you have to use firewood to cook and drink water. What about your share?"

He took them in, but it didn't mean that he had to give them money!

Fan Damu looked embarrassed: "Brother, didn't we both believe that there would be a heavy rain before?

Who would store a lot of firewood for no reason? I have some at home, but it was all wet by the rain!"

Fan Qian is not a fool, and it has nothing to do with him that their firewood was wet by the rain.

"I don't care so much, you can only use your own, I don't have much at home!"

Fan Damu gritted his teeth, cursed in his heart that he was stingy, and smiled: "Okay, I'll go and bring the wet ones over, and roast them next to the stove."

Fan Qian didn't say anything and turned to the inner room.

Fan's mother came over, spat, and cursed in a low voice: "You are still surnamed Fan, but you are reluctant to give up a little firewood!"

"Mom, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. When we live a good life in the future, I must get it back!" Fan Damu stared at the inner room with his eyes and said fiercely.

Old Lady Fan said distressedly: "My son is ambitious!"

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On the main road of Shanshui Village, seventy or eighty men in the village were divided into ten small teams and dug in sections.

The soil was mixed with stones, which was very difficult to dig.

The heavy rain poured down, blurring the vision, and everyone did not dare to stop.

The rain showed no trend of stopping. If it continued for one or two days, the accumulated water would not be drained, and the bottom floor of the house would also be affected.

"Before, the ditch of Fan Er's family was dug for half a month. I was still complaining about the labor cost. I didn't expect that the scholars had flexible minds and long-term vision.

No, we don't have to dig ditches and drain water in the heavy rain like us."

"Who said it wasn't? If we had known earlier, we would have dug all the ditches in the village, and we could lie at home and rest on rainy days."

"It's worth a thousand gold to know earlier."

"I found that we can follow Fan Er's family. How can we not copy it?"

After hearing this, Li Wen fell into deep thought.

They can copy it.

He asked loudly: "When the rain stops, let's dig ditches in the village together, how about that?"

The other men thought that they might not be able to wait until the rain stops.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. If we don't dig drainage ditches now, it might flood into the house.

The soil turned into mud, half of my leg sank deeply into it, and every step I took was covered with mud spots.

There was a heavy rain from above, which hit me head and face, and it hurt a lot.

The raincoat is not working today. It is soaked in several places. The clothes are attached to the skin, which is wet and uncomfortable.

A few days ago, when we harvested potatoes, the sun was shining brightly, and people were looking forward to the next rain. But now it not only rained, but also cooled down. It was chilly and cold.

Thinking of potatoes, Xu Laosan said: "It's fortunate that we harvested the potatoes in advance. Otherwise, the weather has become like this in just three days. I'm afraid the water in the fields will reach the waist. How can we harvest them?"

Li Wen's family planted 15 acres of potatoes, and his father-in-law Wang's family planted another 5 acres. After hearing this, they agreed: "Yes, fortunately we harvested them in advance."

Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't eat or sleep at home now.

He also said: "It was my Guifen who heard what his wife said at Fan Er's house, and came back to ask my father, so we decided to harvest in advance."

Everyone's previous idea of ​​following Fan Er's family deepened after hearing this!

The people who didn't plant potatoes were worried: "I don't know what will happen to the seedlings in the field?"

A man comforted them: "It's okay, the rice can survive a few days of flooding."

But everyone knew that it was okay for the rice to be flooded for a few days, but what if it was not a few days.

The roots will rot over time.

Without food, life will be hard...

The men digging ditches suddenly lost interest in chatting and waved their hoes in silence.

They thought about the potatoes at home.

They had helped to collect potatoes before, and exchanged a lot of potatoes for seeds, waiting to plant them in September.

Thinking of the potato harvest, there was a glimmer of hope for next year's food.

I wonder how the Fan family will survive the heavy rain?