When I thought of Majiazhuang, the chaos in Majiazhuang sounded instantly, the reason why my grandfather and the others fled to famine, and even more, the dangers I encountered on the way to Majiazhuang with Sister Sanni…

Thinking of this, Duo Yu subconsciously shook his little body, and the little guy shook his head decisively.

no!

It’s not that she doesn’t want to go, but that she has little arms and legs like herself. Not to mention going to fetch water, I’m afraid that the water has not been fed back, and I’m robbed and went home to cook and eat it halfway.

But if you don’t go to fetch water, you will only have half of the gourd water left at home. Save some. Even if you can barely let your grandfather persevere for another day, what should you do after a day, after using up the water? What should her grandfather do?

There has never been a moment when I felt so incompetent and so sad.

Looking at the sky gradually getting brighter outside, Duoyu finally twisted a towel and applied it to his grandfather's forehead. He carefully fed two mouthfuls of water to his grandfather's cracked mouth, covered the baby gourd and hid it steadily.

Duoyu turned around and asked her special small bucket from the kitchen, looked at her grandfather who was unconscious on the kang with concern, and finally stepped out of the house resolutely.

For the sake of grandpa and to survive, she must find water.

A distant place, which is where my grandfather and the others used to fetch water, wouldn't dare to go there, so she would look for it near the village.

Maybe after the village has lost so many people, or if you are lucky enough to encounter a miracle, can you find some water by chance?

After all, no one in the farm has any idea of ​​them, so maybe there is a little bit?

Even if she didn't, she would go and dig some moist mud back and give her grandfather a cold compress!

With such strong and beautiful expectations, I took an extra bucket with a kitchen knife on my waist and set off.

It's pitiful, but she didn't know where to find water when she was really talking about it. However, she still knew that the reason why people went to high places and water flowed to low places was that her mother taught her.

With a kitchen knife on his waist and a small wooden barrel in his hand, he started looking for the low-lying place in Xiaolizhuang from the beginning of leaving the house.

Unfortunately, the small river ditch on the edge of the field was completely exposed at the moment. Apart from the dry holes that grinned with big mouths and wanted to eat people, she searched all the places she thought there could be water, and there was no extra gain, even a little wet mud.

There was no way, so I searched for a circle of redundant things that I had gained nothing and was anxious.

While she was thinking about the safety of her grandfather at home, she was also suffering from the lack of water resources. She secretly hated the culprit of this drought, and was also annoyed that she was not watery, but a tree-like person...

The little guy who had not dripped in from yesterday subconsciously licked his cracked lips, his little hands drooping on his forehead to block the vicious sunshine at noon. The last autumn tiger was really extraordinary.

You can't just return empty-handed, this is the most direct idea in Xiao Duoyu's mind.

After thinking about it, I looked at Zhuangzi, who was not energetic, but finally gritted my teeth and decided to go to the wells in the Zhuangzi to take a look.

The biggest and deepest one, maybe there will be a little water when you get there?

Xiao Duoyu dragged his tired steps and wandered around the three wells in the village. They went there with deep expectations. Unfortunately, reality is more than hopeless.

After climbing back and forth, she finally got to the last place, the largest, deepest and oldest dry well on the village. After she climbed down to the bottom of the well, she barely felt a hint of coolness. Unlike the other two wells, the bottom of the well was dry, all of which were dry and yellow mud and sand, without any shade or wetness.

"Blessing, no matter what kind of immortal or demon it is, as long as you can bless you will find more water, you will be good!"

Before he opened the shiny kitchen knife on his waist, he clasped his hands together, bowed to the four directions under the well, muttered something in his mouth.

Poor, this child who never relies on others and never prays, has learned to pray? Although the prayer is a bit funny.

I don’t care about these extra things. I just start to do it after praying. I just throw my arms away and dig it out...

At the beginning, the soil brought out by shoveling down with a kitchen knife was also dry. As she gradually dug down, the dry mud and sand became colder. When she touched it with her hands, the mud and sand were a little stale, as if some water had been sprinkled, which made her look wet.

However, Duoyu grabbed such mud and sand and used the strength of his old nose. He could not make a drop of water at all. He had no choice but to sigh and continue to dig down.

One inch, two inch, three inch...

I felt that I had almost used up all the energy I had stored for six years, so I could only barely take out a hole about one meter deep.

Looking at the shabby look under my feet, there was still a little cold and dampness, but I couldn't hold out the water. My dirty little hand touched my cheeks and sighed deeply.

With the dirty face of the little cat, Duoyu looked up, looked up at the high wellhead, looked at the sky in a small space, and saw that it was getting late, worried that the grandfather at home really had no strength to dig down.

The old man sighed unwillingly, pulled the small wooden barrel that had been thrown on the side since he was drilled down to the well and lifted it to the edge of the pit. The red jumped out of the pit and held the kitchen knife as much as possible to put some damp soil into the bucket.

After installing most of the bucket, she felt that it was almost done. In fact, she was exhausted by her strength and she was not able to carry more. After all, she had to climb up along the long rope.

Duoyu is a wise child who knows how to make choices. After pretending to be half a bucket of mud, he stopped decisively.

He dragged the bucket to the center of the well, pulled the thick hemp rope that fell from the wellhead, tied the bucket to the end of the rope, and pulled it out. After confirming that it was tied up, the little guy then tried hard to spit a few times.

Finally, I spit out a little bit of foam, rubbed each other's small slaps, and then I climbed up the hemp rope with both hands and feet.

The old well, which was more than ten meters deep, had been climbing for almost twenty minutes. It was really a piece of it. The calf was hooked with a hemp rope, the little claws tightly held the rope, and the little body clamped the swaying rope to take a breath, and then continued to climb up.

The difficulties in this can't be explained clearly in one or two words, but fortunately, the little guy is tough and finally asked her to climb up.

Although when they finally climbed to the well and were slung beside the well, their claws were covered with bubbles that were polished out of the hilt and rope. Unfortunately, they didn't have time to feel the pain, so they just comforted themselves softly, "It's okay, you have to be strong!" Then they quickly got up again, swayed the wooden wheels at the well entrance, and tried hard to shake the small bucket that he had tied to the end of the rope.
Chapter completed!