Chapter 14: Random Thoughts
The sun was shining brightly. Song Yuntang walked around the village entrance and saw from afar the busy figures of Song Jinbao and his two sons. His uncle's father and his sons were also not far away.
The two families' fields were close to each other, and they often worked together.
Song Jinsheng had sharp eyes and spotted her when she emerged from behind the big banyan tree. "Tang'er, why are you here?"
"Come and have a look."
Song Yuntang walked along the narrow ridge of the field towards the group of people.
Song Jinbao wiped the sweat off his face and frowned as he looked at his daughter who was walking towards him from afar. "The sun is so hot. If you stay out in the sun for too long, you'll get a layer of skin peeling off. Let's go back quickly."
Song Yuntang did not respond to him and just kept walking forward.
She first checked the location of her own farmland. Although it was not top-quality farmland, the father and son were diligent and the fields were well managed.
After looking at the location of the fields, he followed the route taken by several people carrying water to the well water river that flows at the foot of the mountain.
Because Jingshui River is located close to the mountains, its terrain is slightly higher than the farmland. On one side is the mountain, and on the other side is the river embankment that is reinforced by the villagers every year.
Carrying water to irrigate farmland every day is too hard and inefficient.
There is still more than a month before the harvest. At this stage, the river is flowing slowly and there is no wind, but we can use human-powered water wheels.
Although the waterwheel relies on manpower, its efficiency is much higher.
Song Yuntang didn't delay any longer. He explored the terrain here and immediately went back.
The Song family father and sons all stopped what they were doing and looked at Song Yuntang with confusion as he left without even saying hello.
"Dad, can you see what Tang'er is going to do?" Song Jinyuan asked.
Song Jinbao shook his head, "I don't understand."
Song Jinsheng thought of Song Yuntang's suicide attempt the day before yesterday, and her conversation with him yesterday, and alarm bells began to ring in his heart.
"She's not coming here to see how deep the river is, is she?"
"Why do you need to check the depth of the river..." Song Jinyuan was puzzled at first, but soon realized, "No way!"
"Although the engagement has been cancelled, the bastard Huang Heyu did this today. Now the villagers don't know what to think of her. Tang'er has always valued her reputation. What if she gets upset again..."
Song Jinsheng was a little afraid to continue.
Listening to the conversation between his two sons, Song Jinbao broke out in a cold sweat.
"Hurry up and work, and go home when you're done."
Song Jinyuan and Song Jinsheng both sighed helplessly.
well!
This sister is really a worry.
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Song Yuntang walked back home from the village entrance facing strange looks from the villagers along the way. Fortunately, she had changed her core, which was strong enough. If it were the Song Yuntang of the past, she might have ended up in a dead end again.
Without thinking much, she went back to her room, took out a pen and paper, and began to write and draw on the paper. Based on the appearance of the waterwheel she had seen in her previous life, she depicted it on the paper bit by bit.
Fortunately, when I was researching Chinese medicinal materials in my previous life, I traveled a lot in the mountains and forests and saw many water wheels. I wasted two sheets of draft paper and finally drew the picture completely.
Looking at his masterpiece, Song Yuntang's eyes and brows were full of smiles.
Now, once this thing is made, it can be used.
Although she has good painting skills, she does not know carpentry. If she wants to present her drawings, she has to find a professional carpenter to do it.
She remembered that Song Mazi, who lived near the entrance of the village, was a carpenter. Song Mazi was a bachelor. Because he had pockmarks all over his face, people disliked his ugly appearance and he had never been able to get married when he was young.
Now I am twenty-five or twenty-six years old, which is neither old nor old, and no girl is willing to marry me.
In previous years, carpenters still had work to do, but this year the harvest is poor and there is much less work, so Song Mazi should be free recently.
After putting away the drawings and drinking a glass of water, Song Yuntang just wanted to lean against the head of the bed and rest.
The weather was scorching hot and the sweat on my body never dried up. My hair and clothes were wet and dry, and stuck to my body, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.
At noon, I drank a bowl of thin porridge and ate a few bites of wild vegetables without much oil. After running to the private school and the fields in the afternoon, the food had been digested long ago. Now I felt hungry and felt dizzy from time to time.
To be honest, we are still too poor.
No matter whether the harvest is good or not, you will not starve if you have money.
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