"I'll go and tell them later." Song Sanshun said.
Sixth brother's family must be informed.
But if only Sixth brother comes to carry water, others will definitely be seen.
Oh, forget it. It's not easy for the villagers. They come to help when there is something going on at home. Just carry water. At most, fill the water tank at home early every day, so as not to delay the water supply for the family.
Song Sanshun handed his niece to his wife and went to the backyard to fetch water with a bucket.
He filled the kitchen water tank with water, added a lot of water to the big pot, and boiled water for the family to wash their hair and bathe.
The family of three hadn't washed their hair for a long time, and it felt that there were a lot more lice on their heads.
Wu used the water boiled by wood lice to wash her niece's hair. The first time, half a basin of water was washed black. She changed the water twice before she washed Chang'an's head clean, and washed away a lot of lice.
She and her husband also helped each other wash several times, and washed away a lot of lice.
"Oh my God, there were no lice on my head last time, why are there so many again?" Wu was surprised and poured all the dirty water from washing hair into the toilet.
Then the three of them took another bath and cleaned themselves thoroughly.
Finally, Song Sanshun changed into clean clothes and went out to tell his sixth brother that he had drawn water at home.
Wu hurried to do the laundry, washing all the dirty clothes and thin quilts in the house, and brushing the shoes.
Anyway, a lot of wood sedges were boiled today, and they couldn't be kept if they were not used.
The dirty water from washing clothes was poured into the water storage ditch in the backyard, which not only watered the water celery, but also killed the mosquitoes and flies in it.
While washing the quilt, Qian's wife came in with a bucket of water, followed by Song Laoliu and his two children.
"Did you really dig out water at home?" Qian's wife was still a little bit unbelievable.
Wu nodded, stood up and wiped her hands: "Yes, it's in the shed in the backyard. I'll take you to have a look."
When they arrived at the backyard, they saw that the floor of the shed was all wet mud. Song Laoliu took the lead to walk into the shed and take a look. He smiled and said: "Sure enough, there is a lot of water. Sanshun, quickly lay stone slabs here, and then build a circle around the well with bricks, otherwise the well will collapse soon."
Song Sanshun: "I thought so too. I'll go buy some bricks and stones later."
"I'll go with you. I know someone who can buy bricks and stones." Song Laoliu said.
"Okay."
The two men took the shoulder pole and basket and went out.
Qian's wife carried water several times in a row. Not only did she fill the water tanks and pots in the house, she also asked her daughter to boil two large pots of water for the family to wash their hair and bathe, and then wash clothes.
Wu stretched her head to look into the well and saw that the water level inside had dropped a lot. Only the water waves could be seen faintly.
Alas, it seems that we have to buy two large water tanks to store more water and food in the future.
Two days later, Song Sanshun and Song Laoliu built the edge of the well and paved the outer circle of the well with bricks and stones.
At the same time, all the villagers knew that Song Sanshun's family had dug a well, and they all came with buckets to fetch water. There are
more than 40 households in the village. Even if each family came to fetch a bucket of water, the well would be emptied quickly.
The latecomers were very upset and could only carry empty buckets home.
However, Song Sanshun found that as long as he came overnight, the well would be full again, and the water level would be just below the Dragon King statue.
Song Sanshun was thoughtful and buried his doubts in his heart.
Today, before everyone came in to fetch water, Song Sanshun quickly filled his three water tanks and then went to open the gate. At this moment, several people carrying water were standing outside the courtyard gate. They all greeted him with a smile: "Sanshun, good morning!"
"Good morning." Song Sanshun nodded to them and quietly opened the gate.
I don't know how long they have been waiting outside. Look at the ground in front of his house, there are buttocks prints all over.
After he opened the door, he couldn't close it again.
There was an endless stream of people coming to fetch water, including adults and children. Before noon, the well water was exhausted again.
During this time, Widow Cui also came with a bucket, but she failed to get a place in the queue, so she ran to Song Sanshun's kitchen and said to him who was eating, "Brother Sanshun, there is no water in the well. I see that there is a lot of water in your water tank. Why don't you scoop some for me? When the water in the well comes out, you can get it when you are close to the water."
Song Sanshun got angry when he heard it, and said sarcastically, "You are so thoughtful."
Widow Cui didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in Song Sanshun's words. She raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Of course, I am here to look after your father's house. It is reasonable that you should carry the water."
Song Sanshun stood up and walked out with Widow Cui's bucket, "Get out quickly, my house is about to close."
This woman was flirting with Song Jizu. Who in the village didn't know? Now she was playing tricks on herself again, which was really disgusting.
Widow Cui was pushed out of the door by Song Sanshun, and she felt a little embarrassed.
But she still hoped to come back to fetch water in the future, so she couldn't get angry right away, so she had to go back angrily with the empty bucket.
As soon as she arrived at the gate of the Song family's new house, she saw Song Baqi and his old wife Zhao coming back in a bullock cart.
"Oh! You are back." Widow Cui immediately put down the bucket and complained to Song Baqi: "Your third son is very promising. He dug a well at home. Now no one cares about him."
"He dug a well at home?" Song Baqi was still a little unconvinced.
It would cost at least dozens of taels of silver to dig a deep well. Where did that dead boy get the money?
Widow Cui: "Yes, the water in his well is very clear. All the people in your village rely on it for drinking water."
Old Zhao's eyes lit up: "Really?" They came back from the county town, where the drought situation was not optimistic. Even the rivers in the county town were dried up, and many people ran to far away places to fetch water.
If there is such a well at home, there will be no worries in the future.
"Of course it's true." Widow Cui brought the bucket into the house and said angrily, "If I had gone a step later today, the water would have been taken away. Hey, you don't know, Song Sanshun's kitchen has three large water tanks, all full of water, but he is stingy and refuses to share any with you."
Mrs. Zhao ignored Widow Cui's complaints, paid the ox cart labor, and hurriedly pulled her husband back to the house, whispering quietly, and finally said, "Xiyue said that it will not rain in the next three years. If we have that well, we don't have to worry about our lives in the future. If there are refugees entering the village, there are also courtyard walls over there to protect us. At worst, we can ask for a few helpers and we will always get through the difficulties."
Song Baqi pondered.
Seeing that her husband's expression was relaxed, Mrs. Zhao continued, "According to the current drought, Jizu and others can't stay in the county for long. They will have to come back in the future. They can't go to the capital for a while, so we must keep a backup plan, right?"
Song Baqi narrowed his eyes.
Indeed, Jizu and his family don't have a good life in the county. Not only do they have to spend money on food, but they also have to spend money on water, not to mention firewood. Anyway, they can't survive there without money.
After spending twenty taels to buy the house, they don't have much money left, and they can't even get enough money for Xiyue
to go to Beijing. Of course, if Jiang sent someone to pick her up, they could save dozens of taels of silver.
Song Baqi sighed, put his hands behind his back and went out: "I'll go over there and take a look."
Seeing this, Old Zhao smiled and waved her handkerchief, saying: "Talk to Sanshun nicely, don't make him angry."
Song Baqi snorted heavily and left without looking back.