Chapter 27 Ghost Story Telling Contest
Secretary Chen was a little confused about what these young people were thinking. Was this piece of land some kind of Feng Shui treasure land?
Anyway, the land is just lying there, and these educated youth have money to burn, so they can build houses if they want. They can also add some income by asking the people from the brigade to help them.
So Cheng Yi's house was booked next to Song Wan's, right next to her. The branch secretary shook his head when he saw it, thinking that he was chasing after the girl.
But this young man squatted next to the girl, and he still knew that Song Zhiqing would come, otherwise it would be troublesome if something happened.
When Su Heng heard this news, she was not too surprised. She just teased Song Wan with a gossipy smile.
"Wow~ I want to stay close to you~"
Song Wan gave her a displeased look, then turned to the Party Secretary and said, "It's not inconvenient for me. If he wants to come here, then he can come."
The branch secretary didn't say anything more, and Song Wan left first as he had something to do.
The branch secretary looked at Su Heng, who seemed to be doing nothing, and felt a little worried: "I haven't seen you working recently. How's the well going?"
He asked out of concern. Even if the Lu family had saved some money, it would still be too expensive for the two young people to spend it all.
I don’t have any work points. How will I support my children in the future?
Su Heng felt a headache when he heard this: "It will take a while to dig the well, Secretary. I can't leave recently."
Secretary Chen shook his head. These days every family has its own problems, so he didn't say anything more. He just said that her aunt had planted some beans which were ripe, and asked her to go back and pick some.
Su Heng smiled and nodded. The branch secretary was a pretty nice person.
Thinking of the miserable harvest this year as described in the book, she gently reminded him, "Secretary, it seems like it hasn't rained recently. I even felt the water level had dropped when I went to the river to fetch water."
It's June now, and there should be rain this month, but I don't know the exact date.
It was this rain that made people think that the situation had improved, but in reality the rain was just heavy and the amount of precipitation was not much.
There was no rain for the next few months, and the hottest months, July and August, were also the driest.
Because there was no water in the ground during the grain filling process, the wheat was basically empty shells.
Secretary Chen also sighed. There were a few rains in early spring, but they were not heavy.
In previous years, the river water would surge during the spring flood season, but this year it has not risen much since the ice melted in winter, not to mention the water in the streams and ditches.
This river is not big to begin with, and if it continues to dry up, it will definitely not be enough to irrigate the crops.
"Let's wait a little longer. Plant the seedlings while there's still water. Then we'll go back to the commune and ask what's going on."
The spring rain at the beginning of spring is the most important. Farmers will be worried if there is not enough rain.
But no matter what, they cannot delay farming. They rely on it for their livelihood and they cannot stop farming because of the unknown weather.
Su Heng didn't have any good solution. After all, nothing had happened yet, and there was no real water shortage. He just mentioned it and didn't say anything more.
When he got home, the drilling team was still digging a well in the backyard as usual. Su Heng went to take a look and found that the progress was quite fast. They had already dug about four or five meters deep.
Master Yu said that water could be available about eight meters from their land.
But Su Heng expressed his concerns, fearing that the lack of rain would cause the water supply to be affected, so he asked them to dig a few more meters.
The drilling team charges according to the depth, the more they dig, the more they get paid. The few people had no objection and just did what their employer said.
Because Meng Xiao was coming to trade the next day, he needed to gather the herbs.
Entering the west room, Su Heng found Lu Mingchuan tidying up. He was also the one who often cleaned the yard. Su Heng suddenly felt that he had the air of a housewife.
Although his aura is far from that of a virtuous husband, he does his housework in an orderly manner.
No, what kind of husband is that? How dare she think about it!
Seeing this, Lu Mingchuan thought she was being silly again. He picked up a dirty wooden box and asked, "What is this?"
When Su Heng heard this, she looked over and remembered that she had not cleaned up the treasures she had found two days ago, so she took it and excitedly shared her treasure hunting experience with Lu Mingchuan.
Hearing that the teapot was snatched from the dog's mouth, Lu Mingchuan's mouth twitched, and his face was indescribable.
Su Heng: "What's that expression on your face?"
Lu Mingchuan: "Nothing."
Su Heng: "You just dislike it. This is not rags. Wait until I wash it clean and then I'll slap you in the face."
As she spoke, she brought a basin of water and carefully washed the set of cups, as well as the wooden box that contained the cups.
I don’t know how long the dust had been accumulating there, but it took a third basin of water to become clear.
The sky-blue cups with crackled patterns are bobbing up and down in the clear water, and the elegant and warm color looks very unique.
Su Heng took one out and showed it to Lu Mingchuan, asking, "How is it? Pretty, isn't it?"
Lu Mingchuan glanced at the slender white fingers holding the cup and hummed softly.
He took it and looked at it for a few seconds, but he didn't quite understand: "It's indeed quite unique, but the glaze on the outside is cracked. Won't it leak water?"
Su Heng: "No, this is cracking, not splitting. It's art. You don't understand!"
As she spoke, she carefully placed the cup on the table to cool. Lu Mingchuan drained the water from the teapot for her and placed it on the table as well.
But suddenly asked: "Then how do you know all this? Come to think of it, you also know about medicinal herbs."
He chuckled and praised, "That's pretty impressive."
Su Heng was frightened by his smile.
I was careless. Did Lu Mingchuan notice something?
How could the original owner, a country girl, understand these things? She was really too proud of herself.
Su Heng: "Not really. I saw it in the newspaper. Sometimes there are some popular science articles, so I just wrote it down."
Lu Mingchuan: "So that's how it is."
Su Heng: "Of course."
Lu Mingchuan showed no emotion on his face, and he didn't say whether he believed it or not. Anyway, he didn't ask any more questions.
After asking too many questions, this stupid fox started to act like a turtle again.
The next day, Su Heng went up the mountain as usual to collect herbs and practice his supernatural powers during the day.
I made an appointment with Meng Xiao to meet at 10 o'clock in the evening. There was no electricity in the countryside, and farmers usually went to bed at 8 or 9 o'clock in the evening, so we wouldn't be discovered if we came at this time.
I just don't know how he found this place in the dark in the middle of the night.
After dinner, the two of them waited for him in the main room with a kerosene lamp.
Sitting there waiting was a bit boring, so Su Heng took out a few books she had found at the scrap yard and asked Lu Mingchuan to read them together.
But when she opened it, she found that it was written in obscure traditional Chinese. Unconvinced, she opened a few other books and found that the yellowed pages were all in traditional Chinese.
The kerosene lamp is not bright to begin with, and reading classical Chinese texts by lamplight at night is no different from doing reading comprehension in the middle of the night.
Are they only able to read those few children's comic books?
Su Heng threw away the book and sat at the table with her face propped up, bored. She saw Lu Mingchuan reading a reference book with great interest.
She asked, "What is this book about?"
Without even looking up, Lu Mingchuan replied, "It's about carpentry, from beginner to master."
Su Heng: "Is this true? Why does it sound like a gimmick?"
Isn’t this a common title for online courses in later generations? They are often just sheep in disguise.
Lu Mingchuan turned the book over and showed it to her. The page showed how to make a simple stool, with pictures and dimensions. Later on, the book progressed to include chairs.
I didn’t expect it to be so full of useful information, but what’s so good about it? Isn’t it boring?
Su Heng was eating fried dough twists intermittently, listening to the sound of leaves rustling in the night wind outside the window, when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.
"Lu Mingchuan, let's have a ghost story telling competition!"
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