After the beginning of spring, the weather is gradually getting hotter, but there is not a drop of rain falling from the sky. The water in the Maixiang River is getting smaller and smaller, and I can only barely push the water tanker. The water level in the upstream reservoir is also dropping day by day.

In mid-March of the lunar calendar, the waterwheel went on strike, and it was useless to change the waterway because the water flow was too small, partly because of the continuous drought, and partly because of the reservoir built upstream.

By mid-April, the lower reaches of the Maixiang River below the reservoir had almost stopped flowing, and only a few deep water areas remained above the surface.

The members of the Maixiang Brigade, including most of the production brigades along the Maixiang River, could only carry loads of water from the river and weirs and ponds. Under Wang Zhong’s support, the Maixiang Brigade carried loads of water up from the river.

The water is concentrated in some low-lying wheat fields.

The water level in the reservoir is getting lower and lower.

By the beginning of May, the Maixiang River was almost ashore, and the original deep water area had turned into a depression. Most of the river bed was exposed. The wheat in the field had drooped heads, and most of the wheat ears were shriveled.

Although the villagers tried their best to carry water for irrigation, many of them inevitably lost their lives in the scorching sun and scorching heat.

After the wheat harvest was over, the output was reduced by about 60% compared to previous years, and this number was only a lot higher. The losses were not unbearable. Looking at the little wheat that was harvested with extremely poor quality, the villagers felt like they were in a state of despair.

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This is because the Maixiang brigade has complete water conservancy facilities and is fully prepared. The losses of other brigade were even more severe, and the most serious one was almost no harvest.

Although the past few years have basically been smooth sailing, and with the advanced technology promoted by Wang Zhong, the county encouraged each brigade to build water conservancy projects based on the guidance of the Maixiang brigade, which can be regarded as a bumper harvest every year.

However, no matter how rich the family background is, they cannot withstand the influence of exaggeration. The output reported by each brigade has been rising steadily in the past two years, and the public grains turned in are naturally increasing year by year.

Especially last year, except for the Maixiang brigade, the average yield per mu of almost every brigade exceeded 1,000 kilograms, and some even reached several kilograms.

Before submitting the report, everyone thought that the higher authorities would not collect public grain according to this figure, but when it came time to actually pay the public grain, it was already too late to regret.

With such continuous dry weather, there is no hope for summer crops.

Without Wang Zhong's reminder, the villagers began to live frugally and frugally. Although they still had food at home, they also found wild vegetables and fruits all over the mountains and plains.

The villagers also know in their hearts that it will be too late if they really have to wait until the end of the land to find wild vegetables and fruits.

Who knows how long this severe drought will last, but at this point, it’s worth saving whatever you can.

At night, the villagers all got up early on the kang, wishing they could lie on the kang all day long without moving, so as to consume less energy, get hungry more slowly, and eat less.

Wang Zhong, who was wearing coarse clothes and a straw hat, carried a bow and arrows on his back, and a hatchet on his shoulder. Taking advantage of the darkness, he used a wooden stick to carry a few skinny hares and two raccoons back home.

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Hearing the noise coming from the backyard, Jiang Hongguo, who had been sleeping for a while, immediately jumped up with a look on his face: "The boss?"

"it's me!"

Wang Zhong responded, and Big Red and Two Red spontaneously got into the kennel. Wang Zhong walked into the courtyard along the passage and pushed the door straight in.

Jiang Hongguo had already turned on the light and walked out.

Jiang Hongguo used a feather duster to help Wang Zhong dust off the grass clippings and dust on his body.

"It's too dry today, and there are a lot less living animals in the mountains!" Three skinny hares and two raccoons were placed on the table.

"Wash up quickly!"

"I'll make whatever you want to eat!"

"No!" Wang Zhong took Jiang Hongguo's hand and smiled slightly: "I've had dinner."

"Rub my lower back!"

"Um!"

Wang Zhong dragged Jiang Hongguo into the bathroom, naked, and sat in the big wooden basin. Jiang Hongguo poured water over Wang Zhong's head.

Wang Zhong rubbed his face and asked, "How is the team these days?"

"Nothing's wrong, the folks are still looking for wild vegetables all over the mountains and plains."

"There are no wild vegetables left! Everything that needs to be dug has been dug out." Wang Zhong sighed: "The rest are dry and withered!"

It was a severe drought, and it lasted for more than a year. The crops in the fields were all burned to death, and the shrubs, weeds and wild vegetables that covered the mountains and plains were not spared.

Wang Zhong simply washed, using only a few ladles of water, and then wiped his whole body with a wet towel, and asked Jiang Hongguo to use loofah pulp to rub his back vigorously. Only then did he feel that his whole body was clean.

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Although the wells drilled by the brigade can produce water, it is necessary to save some energy at this time.

After taking a bath, I came out of the bathroom and put on the clothes prepared by Jiang Hongguo. I soaked the dirty clothes in a wooden basin filled with bath water. After washing the clothes, the water had to be used to water the ground. No waste was allowed.

Nowadays, even when using the toilet at home, we have to use a temporary dry toilet in the backyard, just to save the water used to flush the toilet.

On the kang, the two sons in short coats were lying stretched out, sleeping soundly. The weather was hot, but fortunately the kang was quite cool.

The two sons were relatively sleepy and untouchable. Wang Zhong grabbed Jiang Hongguo, who was about to get on the bed, and whispered in her ear: "Let's go to the side room!"

Jiang Hongguo's pretty face blushed, and her beautiful eyes slightly raised, just in time to meet Wang Zhong's unabashedly hot gaze.

The couple immediately turned around and went out and entered the side room.

As soon as he locked the door bolt, Wang Zhong couldn't wait to step forward, hugged Jiang Hongguo from behind, and nibbled on her long and fair neck like a swan.

Although I have to do farm work all year round and stand in the strong sun, my face and hands are quite tanned, but other parts of my body that are not exposed to the sun all year round are extremely fair.

"Don't·····"

"Not here..."

"Go to the kang!"

Jiang Hongguo finished speaking these eight words with difficulty, and then her eyes flashed, and she was hugged by Wang Zhong, and her hands subconsciously wrapped around Wang Zhong's neck.

The two sons are getting older and older, and it is really difficult to be affectionate in front of the two sons. Although the two boys sleep well at night, who knows that one day they will not wake up in the middle of the night. If they happen to see

My father is bullying my mother, and it would be embarrassing if he came to start a fight with good intentions.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After some sex, Jiang Hongguo was still nestled on Wang Zhong's chest, with sweat oozing out from her forehead and body.

Feeling the heat coming from Jiang Hongguo, Wang Zhong showed a smile of satisfaction on his face. He kept fanning himself with a cattail leaf fan in his hand, bringing cool breeze to dispel the heat and at the same time diffuse the heat.

The remaining smell in the air gradually dissipated.

Jiang Hongguo's breathing was still a little rapid, but Wang Zhong's breathing was still gentle. It seemed that an hour of high-intensity exercise was like eating and drinking water to him.

At this time, it was the last part of July, and even at night, it should be unbearably hot, but Jiang Hongguo was lying in Wang Chong's arms.

"If you don't know, let them move to the wing, and move the study to the one inside the main room..."

"There's no need to move. The two brothers have reached the age of enlightenment. I'll just make another desk!"

Wang Zhong said softly.

"Isn't it too early?"

"You're already eight years old, it's getting late!"

The two boys were both born in the summer of 1953. They are now in 1960 and are already in their seventh and eighth year.

After biting her lip for a while, Jiang Hongguo finally compromised: "I'll just listen to you."

Wang Zhong chuckled and his hands became erratic again.

"Are you coming?" They are an old couple, and Jiang Hongguo is naturally not that shy. She just recovered from her breath, her body is soft, and she is a little unable to do what she wants.

"Aren't Ziping and Zi'an both clamoring for younger siblings? Let's work harder and have a son. Let him take your surname Jiang and inherit the legacy of your old Jiang family."

Hearing this, Jiang Hongguo's eyes immediately turned red. Jiang Hongguo's grandparents were all lost in the great famine in 1942. His father, uncle, and brothers were captured and sacrificed on the battlefield.

Although my mother escaped the great famine, she also contracted the root of the disease and passed away within two days of returning to her hometown.

Then came the founding of the People's Republic of China and land reform. Seeing that life was promising, Jiang Hongguo married her former husband with the help of her relatives. However, within a few months of the marriage, her husband fell ill and was bedridden.

There was no land left, and there happened to be a famine again. Life could no longer go on, so I was kicked out by the husband in front of me.

"Master!" Jiang Hongguo looked at Wang Zhong with tearful eyes, her eyes sparkling with crystal tears, and her eyes seemed to be filled with some kind of special emotion: "You... are you serious?"

Wang Zhong grinned, caressing the back of Jiang Hongguo's head with his right hand, and moved forward to touch her red lips like a dragonfly touching water. He said with one touch, "You'll know it after you're born!"

Jiang Hongguo didn't know where she got the strength, so she rushed forward, pushed Wang Zhong down on the kang, and sat astride Wang Zhong.

"Don't you have no energy?" Wang Zhong's mouth was blocked as soon as he spoke. His already strong energy was like a powder keg that was about to explode.

Although he was as young as a wolf and a tiger, he was still no match for someone who had plug-ins enabled. Early the next morning, Jiang Hongguo took a rare nap and even the chickens in the backyard crowed several times, but they still had no intention of waking up.

"Where's dad and mom?" the two sons asked stupidly. In the past, Jiang Hongguo would be busy preparing breakfast for the family at the stove.

"Mom is not feeling well. She is sleeping in the wing. You two are acting weird. Don't disturb her!" Unfortunately, these words fell into the eyes of the two demon kings. It was the same as not saying it. Wang Zhong just entered the room to prepare breakfast. Brother

The two of them got into the side room.

Looking at his mother, who had her eyes closed on the kang and was obviously still asleep, Ziping just opened his mouth when his quick-eyed brother next to him covered his mouth.

"Shh!" Zian raised his finger: "Didn't you listen to what dad said? Mom is not feeling well!"

Ziping took off his brother's hand, looked at his mother, and lowered his voice and asked, "What do you think makes my mother uncomfortable?"

Zian's eyes were also filled with concern: "How do I know!"

"Haven't you been studying medicine with your father?"

Zian didn't want to talk to Ziping, so he just looked at his mother quietly, with a bit of worry in his eyes.
To be continued...