Once she plants sugar beets, she plans to divert water from the mountain to irrigate these fields, which will solve the drought problem.
“Uncle Village Head, do you know where there’s water?” Chen Qingqing asked, pointing to the rocky cliff halfway up the mountain.
“I know, there’s water flowing down that rocky cliff all year round. If it could flow down the mountain, these lands would become fertile fields.” Wu Baoan shook his head with a regretful look. “It’s a pity that the people of Nanshan Village don’t have that luck. We don’t know where that water went. It’s just something we can look at but can’t use!”
Has anyone considered diverting water down the mountain?
"How could we not have thought of that? Generations of people have been trying to get the water to flow down, but you don't know that the rocky cliff is surrounded by huge rocks on all sides. There is only a small puddle about a foot wide. The water flows down into the ground through the puddle. Those huge rocks can't be moved at all."
“I have a way to make the water flow down,” Chen Qingqing said earnestly.
Wu Baoan's eyes lit up, and his voice cracked with joy, "Qing girl, are you telling the truth?"
Chen Qingqing nodded. "Uncle Village Head, is there a blacksmith shop in our town? I want him to forge some iron pipes and build a large water bucket below the water flow so that the water can flow down the mountain without wasting a single drop."
Wu Baoan was bewildered. "An iron pipe? What's that?"
Chen Qingqing understood from his expression that although the Great Ning Dynasty was similar to the Chinese civilization, it was still relatively backward and probably did not know what an iron pipe was.
She gestured as she explained.
"The iron pipes are similar to reed stalks, hollowed out in the middle, and then connected together to divert water from the mountain to irrigate this field, so it will no longer be dry."
"I understand, but those kinds of pipes probably won't be easy to manufacture!"
"I'll go to town tomorrow and ask the blacksmith."
"Alright, then I'll leave this to you. If you can get the water down the mountain, you'll be a great hero to our village!"
"Uncle Village Head, you're too kind. It's only right that I do something good for the villagers."
"Good, you're a good kid." Wu Baoan said with a look of satisfaction.
Just then, Liang Fugui called out, "Qing girl, do you think my planting is up to standard?"
Chen Qingqing went over to check them one by one, nodding in satisfaction. "Everyone has planted them very well. Now is the season for planting sugar beets, and everyone can start large-scale sowing tomorrow."
At the end of the day, after dinner, Chen Qingqing drew blueprints in the house, confident that the blacksmith would be able to forge it after seeing them...
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