Fangzheng's brows knitted together as well, "Is there no other solution?"
Tan Juguo said helplessly, "What can we do when the heavens don't rain?" With that said, he sucked at his smoke pipe again, his entire person turning a little down.
Yang Ping added, "It's not only about a lack of rainfall. Rome wasn't built in a day. Everyone in the village knows that. Beneath us is not rock or mud but a layer of sand. Sand does not retain water. Therefore, water is lost even when it rains. Our village's paddies require water to be drawn nearly every day for our consumption.
