Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Technology Failure
He Junxia was puzzled: "Why are you suddenly worried about the mudslide?"
It has been more than half a month since the land was first opened up. I have thought of everything I needed to think of long ago, and I won’t think of anything I didn’t think of suddenly.
He Junqiu took out a jelly candy and chewed it. "Xu Li told me that, and the geography questions I did before also said that building terraces will cause soil erosion and may cause mudslides during the rainy season."
Landslides not only damage crops, but are also very likely to cause casualties, which is something no one wants to see.
He Junxia thought of the terraced mountain that was about to become "Da Guangming" and frowned, saying, "I'll go talk to Uncle Qiangguo this afternoon."
As for Xu Li, who inadvertently revealed her concerns, He Junxia always felt that she deliberately used He Junqiu's mouth to remind him of this matter. After all, she had shown a high emotional intelligence during their interactions these days.
She was a newcomer who had just arrived in Hejia Village and had little influence. In addition, there was the matter of Liu Zhenzhen. In addition, the order to reclaim land and build terraces was given by the person in charge, and no one might listen if she told others about it. There was nothing wrong with using such a euphemistic way.
However, He Junxia still felt a little subtly unhappy - Zeng Xiuping and He Junqiu treated her sincerely as a junior and a friend.
He Junxia bent her fingers and tapped her silly sister's head. She was so stupid that she didn't even know she was being sold.
He Junqiu covered his head angrily: "Don't hit my head."
贺隽夏无辜地眨了眨眼睛，举起双手表示投降，然后趁贺隽秋放松警惕后猛地伸出手，又弹了弹她的额头。得手后的青年马上笑嘻嘻地跑走，以免被某个人追上来，暴揍一顿。
He Junqiu stomped his feet in anger.
She put her hands on her hips and roared, "He Juanxia, you're a liar, you're cheating!"
The young man's triumphant voice responded to her.
"I'm not cheating. I'm playing it with my fingers."
He Junqiu screamed in anger. She turned to Zeng Xiuping and He Chengcai and complained: "Dad, Mom, look at my brother, he bullies me!"
Zeng Xiuping and He Chengcai ignored her.
He Junqiu kept pestering him, and Zeng Xiuping grew impatient. He said coldly, "Alright, as a punishment, he won't be allowed to have breakfast tomorrow and will have to work on an empty stomach."
He Junqiu immediately looked at Zeng Xiuping as if she were his stepmother, shaking her head repeatedly and saying, "No, my brother will starve to death."
Zeng Xiuping:......
Zeng Xiuping walked away angrily, and He Chengcai smiled slightly, seeing through it but not saying anything.
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He Junxia, who had gotten the upper hand, hummed a cheerful tune as she walked towards He Qiang's house.
He was multitasking, paying attention to the weeds on the ground as he walked, and matching the characteristics of these weeds with the pictures in the book "Common Chinese Herbal Medicines in the Wild."
Honeysuckle, dandelion, mint, isatis root, wormwood, plantain, nightshade...
He Junxia was so engrossed in his search that it took him half an hour to walk a distance that should have taken less than ten minutes.
The old village chief was lying in the yard basking in the sun. When he saw him coming, he smiled and said, "It's Xiaoxia. What's going on?"
He Junxia asked: "Third Grandpa, is Second Uncle home?"
The old village chief sat up and said, "Looking for Qiang Guo. He went to a meeting after lunch and hasn't come back yet. Is there something important?"
He Junxia: "It's not a very urgent matter, but I still want to tell my second uncle about it. It's better to be safe than sorry."
The old village chief had a fondness for his younger brother's eldest grandson. If He Junxia hadn't noticed something was wrong outside and come to him specifically to remind the villagers to stock up on food and other supplies, their village wouldn't have been able to enjoy the good life it has today.
So when the old village chief heard what He Juanxia said, he frowned, thinking that this was no small matter, and immediately said: "Tell me, I'll tell him when your second uncle comes back, or you can stay and we'll wait for your second uncle to come back together."
He Junxia smiled and said, "Okay, Third Grandpa, please talk to Second Uncle for me."
He organized his words and expressed his concern that excessive land reclamation might cause mudslides.
The old village chief's brows grew tighter and tighter.
Although he has never been to school, has never read a book, and can only recognize a few words, age is the best teacher, and the knowledge accumulated over the years is the best book.
The old village chief is no stranger to mudslides.
Their area is rainy for several months every year, and the water in the small ditches will rise into a flood. Occasionally, you will hear about a road collapse or a mudslide.
A few years ago, a mudslide occurred at a quarry during rainy weather, killing six people. The quarry was eventually closed, and the owner was jailed. The government even sent officials to the countryside to spread awareness that mudslides occur because the trees on the mountains have been cut down, leading to soil erosion.
The old village chief said solemnly: "When Qiangguo comes back, I will tell him immediately."
After receiving the assurance, He Junxia said goodbye and left. Thinking about the various herbs he had found on the road, he headed straight for the hillside by the river as soon as he left the old village chief's house.
He Junxia squatted down and carefully identified the weeds around him, recalling their scientific names and functions. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
Is this Astragalus?!
He Junxia excitedly dug a hole with his hands, trying to dig out the roots of the astragalus with his bare hands.
But nature will punish every arrogant person.
He Junxia dug for a long time until his hands were sore but he only dug a shallow pit. He looked at his muddy hands, was silent for a moment, and chose to find some relatively strong dead branches as tools.
He dug for nearly twenty minutes before he dug out a whole piece of astragalus root as long as his forearm.
He Junxia took the muddy astragalus root to the river to wash it. As the water flowed and scrubbed it, the water near the bank quickly became turbid.
He held up the cleaned plant and pointed it at the setting sun. The evening sunlight gently caressed the astragalus plant that had been exposed to the sun, giving it a charming golden glow.
He Junxia returned home with the astragalus root in his arms, feeling quite satisfied. However, Zeng Xiuping and He Chengcai didn't raise any questions, which made him feel a little disappointed. Fortunately, He Junqiu quickly filled this small disappointment. She ran over curiously and asked what he was holding.
He Junxia was proud, He Junxia kept it a secret, He Junxia didn't say anything.
Perhaps because he couldn't stand He Junxia's cocky look, He Chengcai interrupted and said, "This is astragalus. Your mother and I used to go to the mountains to find it and sell it for money, but you were still young at that time, so you don't remember it."
After getting the answer from his father, He Junqiu snorted in disdain, sneaked behind He Junxia and prepared to use the Foshan Shadowless Kick.
Hohohaha, kick your ass.
Little did she know that He Junxia had been on high alert when she moved stealthily, and He Junqiu fell hard on her butt, grimacing in pain and her features trembling.
He Junxia: "Hahaha."
He Junxia's cold and sharp comment: "You end up losing more than you gain."
"Mom, look at him." He Juanqiu turned around and complained, "Mom, my butt hurts so much. It's all because of my brother bullying me."
Zeng Xiuping put his hands on his hips and said, "Xiao Xia, don't bully your sister. The water tank in the kitchen is out of water. Go get some water."
He Junxia smiled awkwardly.
It is said that a college student who has returned home for the first day is a treasure, while a college student who has returned home for the seventh day is a weed. This saying is no exception for him now - Zeng Xiuping is no longer the gentle mother who asked him if he was hungry and made chicken soup at home when she saw him for the first time half a month ago.
Under He Junqiu's angry gaze, He Junxia quickly took out a big red bucket from the kitchen and ran to the well in the backyard to fetch water.
The well in their house is still the old-fashioned one, which is usually blocked by a thick wooden board and the board is only removed when water is needed.
He Junxia walked back and forth between the backyard and the kitchen, while He Junqiu followed him with a gloating look, chewing a crisp cucumber that he had gotten from somewhere.
He Juanxia stretched out her hand: "I want one too."
Having suffered two losses, He Junqiu still looked at him with a cold and arrogant look, saying, "No."
She ate the cucumber in front of He Junxia with a crunching sound. The special scent of the cucumber instantly spread into the air, causing someone who could only watch but not eat to silently look away.
He Junqiu: Hehehe
He Junqiu left happily like a general who had won a battle.
He Junxia looked at her departing figure and couldn't help shaking her head. She said in a mature tone, "You're still a child after all."
He Junqiu's back staggered.
She turned around and retorted: "I'm not as naive as you. Even an elementary school student wouldn't flick someone's head."
He Junxia: "See, children just get angry when they get embarrassed."
He Junqiu ran away in anger.
He Junxia: Hehe.jpg
The young man who successfully angered his sister left happily.
Although He Junxia suffered a "beating" from the hospital and patients during his internship, he was very good at dealing with people and behaved like a decent person in front of outsiders.
But he is essentially still a college student who has not graduated. Even after encountering the system and traveling to another world, not much has changed.
(This is inseparable from the He family's sincere acceptance and care for him)
So, He Junxia, who had pretended to be a gentle big brother for half a month, gradually revealed his bad side in front of his family, often making He Junqiu so angry that he wanted to hit him.
However, the "He Junxia" constructed by the Space-Time Administration based on him was originally a white glutinous rice dumpling wrapped in black sesame filling. These behaviors could not be regarded as a destruction of his character and would not arouse suspicion from others.
Zeng Xiuping and his wife turned a blind eye to the siblings' quarrels. When the two children were separated, they thought that when they were together, they would quarrel again. They were already used to it and didn't bother to get involved.
Fortunately, the son is several years older than the daughter, and they are brother and sister, so they are not like the twins in He Xiaomao's family. When they grew up to be 26 years old, there were still endless lawsuits in the family, which caused people a headache.
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The old village chief informed the current village chief, who in turn reported the mudslide to the responsible person. The resolute responsible person raised the matter at a meeting in the county the next day.
Some farm managers didn't take it seriously, but others took it to heart.
The reclamation team of Hejia Village no longer carried out large-scale felling of trees on the mountain. They even transplanted flowers, plants and trees in some reclaimed fields that were inconvenient for farming, and returned farmland to forest on a small scale.
Of course, the pioneering team did not stop.
The person in charge called together several elderly people in the village who were good at farming and re-selected several hills far away from human buildings for reclamation, and set limits on the number of fields on each hill.
Seeing that the matter was resolved, Xu Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
No matter what other farms do, their farm will definitely not suffer from mudslide disasters in the future.
Five days later, He Gen, who had not been seen for a long time, knocked on the door of He Junxia's house. He Junxia rode a tricycle with him to the hospital to pick him up.
He finally saw Hegen's child again. The baby had fair and tender skin and cried loudly and powerfully. He didn't look like the "little skinny monkey" he saw at first, but more like a devil.
Hong Zhifang gently patted the swaddling clothes, hoping to make the "devil" stop crying, but the baby didn't give his mother any face and cried louder and louder.
Hogan continued to giggle and talk about how cute his daughter was and how she would smile when she saw him.
He Junxia: Tsk, silly dad
The author has something to say:
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Cousin Xiaoxia: Who understands? Finally someone understands me.
I have seen two types of old-style wells. One is a big round hole that relies on wooden barrels and zippers to collect water. The other old-style well is closed, but has a press mechanism to release water. However, I haven't found out what this type of well is called. Does anyone know?
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