slack farmer in the wasteland

Chapter 25 Drilling a Well ([-])

"Second brother!"

Cang Hai hadn't reached the entrance of the village yet, when he heard Ping An standing on the top of the slope and waving at him, he couldn't tell how happy he was.

"What are you doing here so cold?" Cang Hai asked with concern when he saw Ping An's tears and snot.

Ping An wiped his nose with his sleeve: "I'm waiting for my second brother to come back!"

Cang Hai understood as soon as he heard it, probably since he left, this kid has often come here to wait for him, and he doesn't know how much wind and cold this kid has been exposed to these days.

"Go, go home!" Cang Hai signaled the boy to get in the car.

But when he turned his head, Cang Hai remembered that there were a lot of things in the back of his motorcycle.

"Forget it, don't sit still, help brother lead the donkey!" Cang Hai said.

"Oh!"

Hearing Cang Hai's order, Ping An took the initiative to untie the donkey's reins tied behind the motorcycle.

Cang Hai has not noticed until now that the clown donkey has been following behind his motorcycle. After running for such a long time, he has not even breathed a sigh of relief. Motorcycles don't look strenuous.

Cang Hai is pushing the motorcycle like this, and some gifts for the villagers are tied on the back of the motorcycle. As for the donkey, in addition to the gifts, there are also quilts and other daily necessities brought by Cang Hai. Small rollaway bed.

When we arrived in the village, when the dog barked, everyone came out.

Knowing that Canghai will come back for the Chinese New Year, the cave dwelling that was agreed upon has been cleaned. Although the things in it are simple, they can be used together. Except for a wooden bed, I don’t know where the villagers bought another one. An old desk, a bed and a broken desk, these are Cang Hai's current possessions.

"Haiwazi, why did you buy such a donkey? You were cheated."

After putting Cang Hai down, Hu Shijie and the elders began to comment on the clown donkey that Cang Hai 'just' bought.

"That's for sure. Haiwazi would never buy a donkey. This donkey is just a meat harvester. There's nothing wrong with having a thin belly and thighs." Second Grandpa Li also opened his mouth.

When the old people saw the clown donkey, they would think that the donkey was a fool, not to mention that it was worth money, even if it was given back to the farmers, they would not want it.As for killing and eating meat, that is unimaginable. They would not spend thousands of dollars to buy a donkey to kill and eat meat.

After hearing this, Cang Hai had no choice but to say: "Don't look at it as ugly, it's still good at work!"

Hearing what Cang Hai said, everyone expressed their disbelief. Everyone has dealt with animals all their lives, so they can't tell whether the donkey is good or bad.

"I brought some clothes for everyone, Grandpa Hu, you can help share them. They are not valuable things, they are all things to relieve the cold. Although they can't be worn for a few days, they will still be handy in winter." Useful." Cang Hai pointed to the things on the donkey.

Hu Shijie stroked the mustache on his mouth: "You son, what else did you bring for everyone!"

Saying that, I was very happy in my heart, knowing that this was Haiwazi's nostalgia, and remembering the kindness of everyone in the past.Thinking of this, Hu Shijie called everyone to start unloading.

They are all new military overcoats. Although they are not worth much in the city, they are quite good gifts for the villagers. In addition to the military overcoats, there are also some sweatpants and sportswear that are convenient for working. Just two hundred yuan is not even a drop in the bucket for Cang Hai now.

After the new clothes were distributed, everyone was beaming, and it looked even more lively than New Year's.

"Haiwazi, have you eaten yet?" Qian Ximei, Li San's grandma, opened her mouth and asked.

"You silly old lady, come back to Haiwazi to eat a fart of food, go home quickly and get something to eat for Haiwazi," Li Lida, Grandfather of the Third Li, scolded.

Cang Hai immediately said: "Don't be so busy, I brought instant noodles, just soak a little bit!"

"How did this happen, my mother went home and killed that little rooster," Grandpa Li Licheng said.

"Don't, don't, don't be so busy, this ignorant person, otherwise, I will kill tomorrow at noon, and I have brought some food here, so we can have a good meal at noon tomorrow?" Cang Hai said hastily.

Chickens in the village generally start to be raised in spring. When winter is approaching, they are either brought to the town to exchange money, or killed to make wind chickens or something, because raising chickens in the winter needs to eat food, and it is not easy for the villagers to feed them. Good deal.

"That's fine, then tomorrow at noon!"

Hearing what Cang Hai said, Li Licheng gave up.

There are beds in the kiln, and Canghai spread out Li Xing. Although the kiln is warm, quilts and cushions are still indispensable in this weather.

After the bed was made, Cang Hai sat on the edge of the bed, and Hu Shijie was sitting on the bed at the same time, and the rest of the men, women and children squatted on the ground with their sleeves folded, smoking and chatting.

"Grandpa Hu, tomorrow I want to dig the well in the village deeper. Based on my work experience over the years, I think the old well in our village will definitely still be able to produce water," Cang Hai said with open mouth.

Hearing what Cang Hai said, Hu Shijie shook his head: "It's useless, don't waste your energy, I found the gentleman in the county to look at it before, this well can't get water even if it is drilled for another ten meters ".

Cang Hai thought in his heart: He can't hit it, but I can!

"I think it can really hit water," Cang Hai said.

Li Liren said: "Haiwazi, don't be stubborn. Now the well is [-] to [-] meters deep. If there is water, it will already be there."

After speaking, Li Liren continued to smoke in a muffled voice.

"How do you know if you don't try it? By the way, the guy who drilled the well in our village is still there?" Cang Hai decided that this well must be drilled.

Now that I am determined to live in the village, how many miles away do I spend most of the day to fetch water?It was water with sand in it. It would be strange if Cang Hai was satisfied.

"The guy should be here, but it hasn't been used for many years. I'm afraid the wooden utensils have long since rotted and are not suitable for use," Hu Shijie said.

Cang Hai said: "It's okay, if it's broken, just fix it!"

Hearing that Cang Hai was so stubborn, everyone stopped talking, and couldn't help muttering in their hearts that this Hai Wazi was blinded by lard.

After chatting for a while, everyone left one after another. Ping An wanted to talk to Cang Hai for a while, but Hu Shuaijie took him home under the pretext of not disturbing Cang Hai's rest.

With the boiled water brought by Second Grandma Li, Cang Hai made a bowl of noodles, but he couldn't eat half of it, because there was some sand in the water, so most of the bowl of instant noodles was cheap.

Hiding under the blanket and eating a few breads, Cang Hai stuffed his stomach full, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Arriving at the new home, Hutou Huang pouted his buttocks, put his chubby body around and sniffed around for a while, after familiarizing himself with the new environment, he burrowed under the blue sea, yawned and fell asleep beautifully.

As for the donkey, Hu Shijie led it to the barn in the village, added some feed, and had a new place to stay.

The next day, Cang Hai got up early in the morning, and the kid Ping An appeared at the door, helping Cang Hai fetch water diligently, walking like a small follower.

In the morning, Second Grandma Li sent a bowl of noodle soup with two poached eggs in it. After eating, Cang Hai began to prepare tools for drilling wells.

The well-drilling thing is very simple, a tripod, this thing is set on the well, an iron gourd is hung in the middle of the tripod, a rope is hung on the iron gourd, one end of the rope is connected to the outside and a basket is hung on the other end , Whether it is pulled by animals or winches, people can be put down, or the well soil dug out can be hoisted out.

Arriving at the place Hu Shijie said, Cang Hai found out that the tripod was finished, and the wooden things were useless for more than ten years, and they were all worn out, let alone a shelf, and they didn't show much weight in the hand, so they were still useful.

As long as the iron gourd is still in good condition, not only is it well maintained, but it is also a property. Even if it is not used for a while, the villagers will not waste it.So the iron gourd is wrapped in oiled paper. Although it is slightly rusty, there is no problem in turning it, and the shaft in the middle is also very shiny.

The rope was gone, and I don't know who took it away. Fortunately, Canghai had already prepared, and there were two 25-meter cables in the space.

With the rope and the gourd, what is missing now is the tripod, but it is not difficult to find three thick poles in the countryside. After visiting several stores, Cang Hai found three things that work well.

The three poles were tied together, and the other three were inserted into the soil on both sides of the well, so that the frame could not move, and an iron gourd was hung on the top of the frame, and then the cable was passed through the iron gourd, and a large basket was tied to one end. The other end is tied to the back of the clown donkey, so that Ping An can pull the clown donkey to listen to his command or release or pull to control the rope up and down.

Everything was ready, and Cang Hai carried the miner's lamp on his back, and sat in a basket to signal safety: "Back up a little bit!"

Ping An led the clown donkey, and made the donkey back up according to Cang Hai's words. In this way, Cang Hai, who was sitting in the basket, slowly slid towards the bottom of the well.

It took about 5 minutes before Cang Hai came to the bottom of the well.

When Cang Hai stood at the bottom of the well, he realized that the bottom of the well was almost dry, and there was no trace of moisture at all. It was indeed like what Grandpa Hu Shijie and the others said, that no water could be dug out at all.

Although Cang Hai only needed to pour the water from the space well, but in order to deceive people and lay the foundation for future projects, Cang Hai waved the pickaxe in his hand and began to dig down.

Cang Hai's strength is not small, and after a while, he waved a basket of soil out, and Ping Ding, who was looking down at the mouth of the well, yelled, and Ping An urged the donkey to give the basket full of soil to the well. Lift it up.

After pouring out the soil in the basket, Ping An let the basket hang down again.

Just like this, one lifted the soil at the mouth of the well, and the other waved it down the well. After a dozen baskets of soil were waved, it was time for lunch.

Hu Shijie walked over, looked hopefully at the soil dug out by Cang Hai, not only looked at it, but stretched out his hand to squeeze it, and found that the soil was so dry that it hurt his hands, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

Although the people in the village support Cang Hai's approach, everyone still hopes in their hearts that their ideas are wrong, and that the stubborn Haiwazi can dig a well for everyone.

But now it seems that Haiwazi is still wrong, and the views of people like himself are correct.

(End of this chapter)