Farmhouse nan nan fortune is prosperous

Chapter 103
Mrs. Wang saw through what the master was thinking, so she took the lead in explaining, "The heavy snowfall for several days may cause disasters in the coming year, so it's better to save some money."

Hearing this, Zhou Zhe came back to his senses, blamed him for having to eat white flour steamed buns, but still puzzled, "Snow is not a good thing. If it snows, there will be plenty of rain in the coming year, so there will be no drought."

Fu Bao rolled his eyes at him, but didn't speak.

"A small amount of snow is a good thing, but if there is too much snow, there will be avalanches, the temperature will drop sharply, and the severe cold will make many people unable to survive the winter. When the snow melts in the coming spring, it may cause waterlogging."

Wen Heng patiently explained.

Only then did Zhou Zhe look suddenly enlightened.

"That's why we need to be tight on food and clothing? Then let's stock up on more food, so we don't have to worry about it." Zhou Zhe said quickly.

"I'm rich, so I'll go buy white noodles. We'll eat white flour steamed buns in the future. Don't eat this, it's too bad." Zhou Zhe shook his head again and again.

"You buy so much grain, if there is a disaster, do you think you can keep it?" Fu Bao looked at Zhou Zhe like a fool.

"What do you mean?"

"Your family has food, and those who can't afford food will come to your house and loot it for you." Fu Bao explained.

She also felt that the snow was too abnormal.

"Then, what should I do? According to what you said, there is no way." Zhou Zhe spread his hands, but he was thinking in his heart, how to run, if he knew this, he should have followed Shen Juncheng just now.

In the capital, there is no way to eat less and drink less.

"I took a look in the morning, and the snow was nearly [-] centimeters thick. Some houses might have collapsed." Mrs. Wang looked worried.

Fu Bao bit his lower lip, with a cute pensive look on his face, Wen Heng put away all the dishes and chopsticks on the table, put them in the basin, and then wiped the table with a rag.

"Master, let's go talk to the village chief about building a reservoir?" Fu Bao said abruptly.

Master Wang's eyes lit up, it was a good idea.

"The reservoir has been built, and if there is a flood in the coming year, it will be alleviated a little bit, and then let each household store as much food as possible." Fu Bao looked at Mrs. Wang after finishing speaking.

Zhou Zhe looked disdainful, "Even if the reservoir is repaired, how big it can be repaired. Besides, it is too difficult to repair the reservoir in winter."

"Having something is better than nothing." Master Wang immediately made up his mind to do so, "Go and review what you learned yesterday, and I'll go to the village chief."

Ready to go out after speaking.

Mrs. Wang glanced at the cloak beside her, picked it up and chased after it.

"Fubao, it's flooded, can we still make money?" Zhou Zhe focused on making money.

"I don't know, it might be affected, okay, that's not something we children worry about, let's go read."

After Fu Bao finished speaking, he picked up the sleeves and dragged Wen Heng to the classroom.

The classroom is not as warm as the kitchen, but it's okay to light the brazier in advance.

Zhou Zhe curled his lips, why didn't he pull him, really.

When Mrs. Wang came to the village chief's house, the eldest of the Qian family was repairing the firewood shed. Seeing someone coming, he hurriedly greeted, "Mrs. Wang is here."

"Dazhu is repairing the roof. I have something to do with your father."

"My father is in the house, father, Master Wang is here." Qian Dazhu yelled loudly, without stopping his work.

The village head, who was sitting cross-legged on the Kang and drinking tea, put on his shoes and came out to greet him, "Why is Master here, come in and sit down."

The village chief greeted him enthusiastically, and he was very puzzled. It was the sun coming out from the west, so why Mr. Wang came to the house.

"Mai Sui, quickly pour water for Master Wang." The village chief hurriedly asked his daughter to pour water for Master Wang.

"Hey, I'll go right away." Qian Maisui quickly put the sewing basket in his hand aside to pour water.

Mrs. Wang hesitated how to speak, after all everything was speculation.

Seeing Mr. Wang's hesitation, the village chief felt agitated and asked tentatively, "Master, do you have something to say?"

Master Wang smiled, "It's not really an important matter."

"Master, it's okay to be straightforward." The village head asked, his heart felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratching, what happened.

Scholars just can't go straight.

"It's been snowing heavily recently, does the village chief have any ideas?" Mrs. Wang asked tentatively.

The village head glanced at the yard, there was so much snow, it was indeed not small, but Mrs. Wang came to him just to tell him that the snow was heavy?This is not right.

"Master, I'm being stupid, just tell me what you have." The village chief gave up, he couldn't think of it.

Master Wang took a deep breath, "What I said may not be true, just listen to it."

"I'm going to university this year, so there must be a lot of snow. Our village is next to a mountain. If spring warms up, the snow will melt, and mudslides or floods will come, which will be very dangerous."

"So I thought, should we do something to save ourselves from being caught off guard." Mrs. Wang didn't know if the village chief would listen to his words.

After all, he is also speculating, and building a reservoir will cost people and money, and the villagers are definitely not willing.

"I've thought about this problem too, but I don't have any countermeasures for a while. Does Master have any good ideas?" The village chief looked at Master Wang expectantly.

"Build several reservoirs at the foot of the mountain, and then dig ditches around the village to facilitate drainage."

"But now that Chinese New Year is coming, no one wants to dig." The village head looked sad.

Some time before the Chinese New Year, there was no farm work in the family, and everyone wanted to go to the town to do some part-time work, or bring the vegetables they grew to the town to exchange for some money.

Who wants to build a reservoir at this time.

"If we don't dig now, after the new year, it will be too late for the weather to warm up." Mrs. Wang added, "However, the situation I mentioned may not happen, after all, there is no snow now."

The village chief knew what Mr. Wang meant. If the villagers were forced to build a reservoir now, there would be no flooding in the coming year.

Then this responsibility is still very big, and it is inevitable to be complained by the villagers.

But if no reservoir is built, it will really be flooded, and the village does not know what will happen, and it may be displaced, and it will be reduced to the point where it needs to flee famine.

"Master, I think what you said is right. Let me think about how to convince the villagers." The village chief responded after thinking about it.

Looking down in thought.

"Then I'll go first." Master Wang got up and left.

The village chief didn't hold back much, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of any good reason to ask the villagers to dig the reservoir.

"Father, what's the matter with you, ever since Master Wang left, you've been looking sad." Qian Maisui looked at her father with a frown so frown that he could kill a fly.

The village head sighed and said something.

Qian Maisui said hastily, "How simple is this? Let's just say it was requested by the government. Didn't every household send people to serve in corvee a few years ago?"

"Last year and this year, the government did not persuade corvee workers, so the construction of the reservoir can be regarded as a disguised form of corvee service."

(End of this chapter)