Chapter 107 Calling the Ancestors
When the people of Daliu Village heard the noise and rushed over, several village chiefs from other villages had already headed straight for the village well.
They were holding a shoulder pole and a bucket in their hands. They
also had a shiny sickle on their waist. Everyone's
heart sank. Are they... coming to steal the water?
Old Li ran and shouted, "Oh no, someone is eyeing our village well. I'm going to the Jiang family to report the news. Who of you will go and call the village chief!"
"What? Five of them are here, and they all brought their gangs?" Mrs. Feng was cooking pig fat residue in a pot to give to her daughter and Chun Ge'er as a snack.
She widened her eyes, threw down the spatula, and called Fengnian, Fenghu and Old Li to go over and take a look.
Little Nuobao held her round chin and nibbled on the peach cake with her little mouth, looking very leisurely.
Seeing that her second brother was too anxious, his trousers and legs knocked her peach cake to the ground when he ran.
Little Nuobao shook her head and sighed, and took advantage of her mother not seeing to pick up the peach cake and stuffed it into her little mouth. Why is he
in a hurry? Anyway, she is the one who releases the water. If she doesn't give the water, those people from other villages can't snatch it away even if they die of exhaustion.
She finished the snack leisurely, licked her five fingers clean, and then met Feng's anxious eyes.
"Girl?"
Little Nuobao spit out the peach cake residue and smiled with a relaxed face: "Mother, let the villagers don't have to waste their energy to stop them. Anyway, the well is empty. Those from other villages can grab it if they want. It's their ability to get water."
Feng reacted and breathed a sigh of relief.
When she held Xiao Nuobao and walked towards the village well, she saw several village heads of Xishan Village, carrying shoulder poles and muttering.
Xiao Nuobao narrowed her eyes.
She had expected that someone would come to make trouble this time.
After all, the wells and rivers in the surrounding villages are extremely dry. Many villages can only get enough water to drink every day. Even the water for cooking and washing clothes has to be saved again and again, but it may not be saved. And
the two buckets of water per household in Daliu Village every day are undoubtedly a piece of fat meat for them.
Someone is bound to come and grab it.
But Xiao Nuobao is not worried. She licked her lips and smiled with millet teeth.
"It's good that they are here. Anyway, we can use their hands to pray for rain. Otherwise, there will be drought and no rain, and many people will die." Xiao Nuobao's eyes lit up, and her little mouth muttered secretly.
Looking at the elders from other villages, the village chief of Dalui Village was showing anger at this moment.
"You're from Xishan Village, Qiaotou Village, Zhangjia Village, Yangshu Village, and Qianshan Village, what do you five mean by this? We are friends, do you want to break up with each other?"
The head of Xishan Village sighed in a rough voice: "Old Yang, don't blame us for coming uninvited. There is simply not enough water in the village, and my wife is reluctant to even wash the rice."
The people from Qiaotou Village blushed and stepped forward helplessly: "It's the same in our village. There is only one well that can produce water, but it only takes half a day to draw up one or two buckets. If the villagers share it, some families don't even have enough to drink."
"Yes, Old Yang, even if we owe you a favor, just raise your hands and let us take ten carts of water away." The head of Zhangjia Village hid behind and then smiled apologetically.
Don't be fooled by his honest smile. In fact, he was the one who instigated the other four people.
Favor?
The villagers of Daliu Village sneered.
What a big tone. In a drought year, the water is bigger than the sky. Everyone has to take care of their own business. Why should they ask their village to donate the village well just because of a favor?
Moreover, two years ago, Daliu Village wanted to borrow the canal of Zhangjia Village to irrigate the land, but Zhangjia Village still refused to lend it.
The village chief was a little angry: "Did I hear you correctly? You want ten trucks? If you really take away so much water, will our village still need it?" The
unhappy Xishan villager waved his hand: "What you said is not true! I heard that there is a family in your village that always delivers water to the academy in the city. What's the matter? Don't you feel sorry for giving water to the academy? When it's our turn, there won't be so much water left?"
"This is our own village's water. We can give it to whoever we want!" At this time, a crisp voice came.
Everyone looked up and saw Xiao Nuobao holding his arms like lotus roots, his eyes shining, staring at the village chief of Xishan village.
She pouted and shook her head again, saying, "Besides, the academy only uses a few buckets of water, but you use hundreds of buckets. How can the two be compared? Sir, you are clearly engaging in moral kidnapping, and you are still trying to make excuses."
The one who stood up to refute was actually a two-year-old girl.
The five village heads from other villages were stunned at first, and then they all frowned.
They had heard that Daliu Village was now ruled by a child, and the whole village treated her like a treasure.
This was simply ridiculous and inappropriate!
The people of Xishan Village sneered: "Old Yang, you people in Daliu Village are really unruly. A little kid can come out to take charge. Do you think the adults are gone?"
The village chief of Zhangjia Village touched the sickle and smiled with a hidden needle: "We don't care who is in charge here, but we must drive away this water today."
He glanced at Xiao Nuobao with contempt.
A little kid, not even as tall as his knees, if he dares to stop him later, he will kick him away!
The villagers of Daliu Village protected Nuobao and were about to step forward.
Xiao Nuobao waved his white hands and pointed at the village well: "Oh, is that so? Then you can fight. It seems that no one in our village can stop you from going." As
soon as these words came out, the villagers understood what he meant, and they all held back their anger and stepped back a few steps.
The people from Xishan Village were stunned at first.
After looking at each other, they carried buckets and squeezed to the mouth of the well to get the buckets.
Xiao Nuobao hooked his finger and began to divert water into the well.
Seeing that nearly half of the water in the well came out, the five village heads were very excited and were about to pull the rope.
However, the next moment, Xiao Nuobao loosened his hand and let the well water flow directly into the ground.
The buckets that were about to be filled were empty along with the well. The village heads from other villages rubbed their eyes and patted the mouth of the well in disbelief.
"What, what's going on?" The village chief of Xishan Village threw the bucket in panic: "Where is my water? There was clearly some just now!"
"Just now?" Xiao Nuobao pouted jokingly and moved his fingers again: "Then take a look now?"
The village chief of Xishan Village turned around again, and saw that the water suddenly appeared again.
He heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he was dazzled, and hurriedly shook the rope again.
But when the bucket was about to be filled, the next moment, the water suddenly receded, and unexpectedly, disappeared again...
The village heads of the other villages were also confused at this time.
They did not give up, lying on the edge of the well and staring closely, almost staring into it.
Under the repeated teasing of Xiao Nuobao, the five people sometimes saw water coming, and sometimes saw the well empty. In the end, they were so tired that they were sweating all over, but they could not draw a bucket of water.
The village head of Xishan Village panted and begged, and when he fell to the ground tiredly, he realized that Xiao Nuobao was squinting and smiling.
He swallowed his saliva to moisten his throat, and dared not look down on this little guy again.
"How can we get the water up?" He hesitated and crawled to the feet of Xiao Nuobao: "Little girl, since you are the head of Daliu Village, you must have a way, right?"
"Little girl?" The village chief shouted unhappily: "Nuobao is the little ancestor of our village, who allowed you to call her a girl!"
Xishancun's throat choked.
Thinking of the bright well water just now, he was itchy and had to lower his head: "Little, little ancestor, may I ask how to get water, please teach me."
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