The well has no water

  In the evening, Song Sanshun saw that all the villagers had left, and he and his wife came to the well.

  He pulled the rope and said, "Let me down slowly, I'll get something and come up."

  "What?" Wu was puzzled.

  "You'll know when you get it up." Song Sanshun tied one end of the rope around his waist and asked his wife to turn the windlass to let the rope go. He

  descended to the shrine, took down the clay statue of the Dragon King made by his niece, put it in his arms, and then asked his wife to climb him up.

  He climbed up the well platform and took another look at the well.

  At this time, a lot of water had already formed in it, and he didn't know if his guess was right.

  "What did you take?" Wu asked again.

  Song Sanshun took out the Dragon King statue from his arms: "This."

  Wu was speechless, but she didn't say anything. She looked at it with her husband by the vegetable garden, and she was very reluctant to let it go.

  These were all dug out by herself with great effort, and her husband also picked a lot of river water and mixed it with the soil to cultivate the fields, but in the end it would be cheap for that family.

  "It's okay, we can open a vegetable garden later." Song Sanshun comforted his wife.

  Wu wiped her eyes: "When we move, let's move all the vegetables here."

  "Yes." Song Sanshun looked around: "Move the jujube and persimmon trees too, don't leave anything behind."

  Wu looked at the two fruit trees and sighed: "There are a lot of fruits on them. I don't know if they can survive if we move them now?"

  Song Sanshun was speechless.

  Even if they can't survive, they have to be moved away, anyway, they can't be given away cheaply to the stepmother's family.

  Back in the front yard, I saw little Chang'an playing with Huahua and Baihuahua with a cat rope.

  Goudan asked her if she was going to the temple fair.

  "I'll go if my uncle and aunt go." Chang'an pinched Huahua's soft paw and thought it was fun.

  Goudan turned his head and looked at Song Sanshun: "Uncle, are you and Aunt San going to the temple fair?"

  Song Sanshun shook his head: "We don't have time for the time being. We can go after Uncle San's house is built."

  His family's things are all in the yard, and someone needs to watch them.

  Wu suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, by the way, the twenty-second of the last month is Chang'an's birthday. We have to cook a bowl of longevity noodles."

  Song Sanshun also remembered and patted his forehead, "Isn't it today?"

  He bent down and picked up his little niece, apologizing, "Uncle went to the county town and forgot about this. I should have brought back some delicious food from the county town."

  Chang'an comforted her, "Uncle is injured. Chang'an doesn't want delicious food."

  Yesterday, uncle couldn't walk when he came back, and I used the small beads to treat him, and half a leaf was spent.

  Song Sanshun patted his niece gently and sighed: "When uncle builds the house, I will take you to the county town. We will buy whatever Changan likes. It will be your birthday gift."

  "Yeah!" Changan nodded vigorously, smiling with curved eyebrows: "I want to eat pig's trotters."

  Song Sanshun was stunned for a moment, and smiled: "It's not easy to eat pig's trotters. I will buy two and stew them for you at the next market."

  "Okay." Changan's saliva flooded when she thought of the delicious pig's trotters, and she swallowed several times.

  At dusk, Changan ate half a bowl of noodles and a poached egg.

  At night, I had a dream while lying on the bamboo bed. I dreamed that many pig's trotters were shaking in front of my eyes, including soy sauce pig's trotters, braised pig's trotters, roasted pig's trotters, and spicy pig's trotters.

  When I woke up in the morning, the fragrance of various pig's trotters seemed to remain in my nose. After

  the family had breakfast, the old couple Song Baqi came with ten strings of money.

  "I'll give you ten strings of cash first, and the remaining twenty strings must be paid within a year!" Song Baqi raised his chin and glanced at his son with contempt.     Song Sanshun said expressionlessly: "Pay in full at once, otherwise I won't sell it."

  Song Laoliu added fuel to the fire: "Sanshun, just sell me your well. I have discussed it with several people. When the time comes, we will raise money together for you. In three days, I will definitely pay you in full!"

  "You!" Song Baqi was so angry that his teeth itched. He turned around and went back to take out the last twenty strings of his own money.

  Old Zhao felt very painful when she touched the money, but thinking of the future drought, she still handed it over with pain.

  Song Sanshun took the money expressionlessly and asked the clan leader to write a sales contract for him. The money and goods were paid, and he would never regret it.

  It happened that the head of the village brought people to measure the land. Song Sanshun used the money to buy eight acres of wasteland and paid the deed tax.

  The wasteland was not valuable, and it was not as much as the deed tax. Most of the thirty strings of money were left, and he used them to buy materials for building a house.

  He still built a thatched house, but the walls were made of bricks and stones. It was much taller than the original house in the old house, and he built five rooms at a time. There were

  three main rooms and two side rooms. The kitchen was in the side room.

  The doors and windows were made of the strongest jujube wood, and the beams were made of the best bamboo and fir.

  Song Sanshun also used the money to buy a lot of rice, grains and beans for the villagers who came to help.

  Of course, before building the house, he and the villagers dug a well overnight, which was deeper and larger than the one in the old house.

  The well had not produced water for two days, until Song Sanshun put the dragon king statue made by his niece into it, and the next day it produced a full of clear water, which surprised him.

  The water level was just below the dragon king statue.

  Song Sanshun was sure that his niece was really magical, and the clay statue she made was like a divine object.

  As the water well on his side began to produce water, the old house suddenly ran out of water.

  Old Zhao only collected money for a few days, less than a hundred coins in total, but there was no water in the well, which shocked her.

  "Boss? Why is there no water in this well? Is someone deliberately doing something bad?" Old Zhao pulled her husband's sleeve with a frightened look.

  For this well, the family spent a full thirty strings of cash. It's only been a few days? There's no water!

  "No way?" Song Baqi didn't believe it. He followed his wife to check. He saw that the well was dry like a cellar, and even a brick at the bottom of the well could be seen clearly.

  "How could it be so?" Song Baqi was surprised.

  Isn't it too strange that the water in this well has been cut off? It's like someone cut off the water source, which is a bit weird.

  Old Zhao slapped her thigh anxiously: "Oh! Find someone to check it out! This well cost thirty strings of cash!"

  Song Baqi was also panicked.

  The well at home suddenly ran out of water. It's not just a matter of money, but also about the future survival of the family.

  Didn't he shamelessly force his son away because the well at home could produce a lot of water? What

  if the well is useless, wouldn't he slap himself in the face?

  No! He had to find a few people to come and dig the well deeper.

  But who can come to help?

  The people from the two surrounding villages were at odds with the family because of the money they had to pay for fetching water. If they knew there was no water in the well, they would be lucky not to laugh at the joke. Why would they come to help?

  Or maybe we should ask our brother-in-law and his family for help.

  "Yinzhi, go and call your brother and nephew. Let's dig the well deeper. Maybe water will come out." Song Baqi said to his old wife.

  Old Zhao wiped away her tears and said, "Okay, I'll go call them now!"

  After that, she put on a straw hat and went out.

  The sun outside was too strong. If the well didn't produce water, not only would they not be able to make a profit, but they would not be able to survive.

  (End of this chapter)