"Brother Wang Zhong! If we make such a fuss, nothing will happen, right?"

On the way back, two villagers who were slightly older and similar to Yang San asked anxiously.

Although they were older than Wang Zhong, they still called Wang Zhong brother out of respect for him.

"What can happen?" Before Wang Zhong could say anything, Yang Wu couldn't wait to answer: "We didn't do anything and we didn't make any trouble, so what could happen?"

Yang Wu also came to Diaozhuang from Yongquan Village. He was from the same clan as Yang San, but he was not a biological brother. He was only five years older than Wang Zhong.

"Who is the section chief who asked people to open the gate and release the water? What does it have to do with us!"

"Really?" The two villagers, who were a little worried and not very confident, still couldn't believe it and turned to look at Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong looked at Yang Wu with some surprise, "Brother Yang Wu, when did you become so transparent?"

"Hehehe!" Yang Wu rubbed the back of his head and smiled sheepishly: "No, no."

Wang Zhong also smiled and said loudly to everyone: "Don't worry, everyone. What Yang Wu said makes sense. We didn't do anything. We just asked for an explanation from the people at the water station, releasing water and so on.

Those were decisions made by them themselves knowing that they had done something wrong and to make up for their mistakes, and we did not hold a knife to their necks to force them to let go."

"Besides, everyone has paid for it, and they promised to provide us with water from the beginning. At worst, when the spring irrigation is finished, everyone will have to chip in to top up the water payment."

"That's right! We paid the money and they agreed to release the water today!"

"Brother Wang Zhong is right!"

"Brother Wang Zhong, we all listen to you!"

"Okay, let's go back and water the ground quickly. The water will come soon."

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"The water is released! The water is released!" I watched as the staff at the water station opened the gate to release the water. The slightly turbid Yellow River water surged away along the irrigation ditch.

Yang San led the two fellow villagers and ran happily towards their home field, shouting loudly as they ran, and soon they caught up with Wang Zhong and the others.

The villagers rushed to their own fields. Looking at the cheerful and cheering villagers, Wang Zhong, who was riding his bicycle, showed a smile on his face.

Seeing Wang Zhong, Yang San couldn't wait to catch up and asked while panting heavily: "Wang Zhong, what about Defu and Uncle Dayou? Do you want someone to inform them?"

"You really need to inform them, Third Brother, Defu and Uncle Dayou, they have been gone for about ten minutes. So, you go to the fields first and water them, and I will ride over to find them."

"Okay, I will listen to you!" Yang San grinned, with a bright smile from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, Yang San would rather go to the fields and watch the water from the Yellow River pour into his own field, and watch his wheat drink the water from the Yellow River. Only then would he feel at ease.

The northwest has been a land of bitter cold since ancient times, and its climate is very different from the warm and rainy south and the fertile Central Plains.

When winter turns to spring, the rain is delayed, which is a spring drought. The wheat planted before winter last year needs a lot of water to grow, so people can only dig canals to divert water for irrigation.

Without this round of spring irrigation, the wheat seedlings in the fields that had survived the cold winter would surely have died.

Moreover, whether irrigation is sufficient or not will also have a great impact on wheat yield during summer harvest.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Third brother, go quickly. The sooner you get to the wheat in the field, the sooner you can water it."

Wang Zhong knew Yang San's eagerness. In the eyes of farmers, the wheat seedlings in the fields were just like their own children. They were the lifeblood of the family and were very valuable.

Professor Ling and the others are present at Wang Zhong's farm, so Wang Zhong doesn't need to be in such a hurry to go there.

"Then I'll leave first. You ride more slowly!" If it weren't for seeing Wang Zhong here, Yang San would have rushed back. At this moment, Yang San's mood was just like that of the man who was flowing along the irrigation canal to Jintan Village.

The water in the Yellow River is so good that I wish I could fly to my fields right now.

Seeing Yang San running away, the smile on Wang Zhong's face gradually disappeared and he felt a little emotional.

Although these villagers who came to Diaozhuang from Yongquan Village all have their own shortcomings and problems, they are not bad in nature, and the neighbors are not stingy in helping each other.

Although life is a bit tough, fortunately, I still have hope, I can have enough to eat, and I still have money to send my children to school.

But this is not enough. It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish. Now the villagers just work with Wang Zhong in their spare time, or burn kilns, or build houses. But if it is just like this, it will improve the quality of the villagers.

It's just a matter of living standards. Now the group of young people who went to Putian to work have begun to send money home one after another. The wages are higher than those working with Wang Zhong.

This is a difference in economic level between the two places, and it cannot be made up by Wang Zhong alone in just a few years.

What Wang Zhong really wants to do is not just to make the villagers make money.

But these are all things for later. The most important thing now is to get the farm up quickly. Although Professor Ling is best at cultivating Juncao and raising orphans with grass, this does not mean that Professor Ling is not good at planting.

Cultivate other things.

Various shrubs and green plants on the Gobi Desert can be used as pasture, and can also be used to grow wolfberry, grapes and other crops. More importantly, the premise is to continuously restore the ecology.

It would be a bit too much for a high-tech talent with such strong professional ability like Professor Ling to spend more time and effort on finding sales for Bispore Gu so that the villagers do not lose money, as in the original work.

Excessive use of talents is a waste of resources.

Wang Zhong now wants to take advantage of Professor Ling and his team to study as soon as possible what is most suitable for cultivation in this Gobi desert and can make the villagers make money.

As for the sales and marketing of various farm products, this is not a problem at all for Wang Zhong, who has accumulated experience in two dungeons.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wang Zhong rode for about ten minutes, and when he saw that there were still a few miles to go before arriving at the on-site meeting, he saw a large group of people on the dirt road heading towards him from a distance.

Coming towards you.

This group of people was none other than Defu and Li Dayou who were going to the meeting to preach.

"Wang Zhong? Why are you here? Aren't you at the water station? Did something happen?" Ma Defu pushed the bicycle and looked at Wang Zhong with a puzzled look on his face. There was worry between his eyebrows and in his eyes.

"Don't worry, nothing happened!"

Wang Zhong didn't take any detours, and went straight to the point: "When I came, the water station had already provided us with water!"

"Water supply?" Li Dayou was happy at first, but then he was confused: "Why so fast? Didn't we just come out of the scene?"

The villagers were extremely surprised, but most of them were happy.

Ma Defu is still sober. They have just come from the on-site meeting and have walked only a few miles. Even if Wang Zhong rides all the way here, it will take a while. No matter how fast the mayor moves, he is not so fast!

And getting here from the water station, even by bicycle, would take longer than it would take them to get out.

"What's going on?" Ma Defu asked in confusion.

Wang Zhong smiled and explained to everyone: "There is a section chief named Lei at the water station. He can't stand the stupid station chief named Chen. He knows that the wheat in our fields is waiting for water to continue its life. You guys

Just after he left for a short while, he asked people to provide water to us first. I came here specially to inform you. Go to your own land and take a look."

"Chief Lei?" Everyone looked at each other, wondering who Wang Zhong was talking about.

"When I came, the water supply had already been supplied. Our fellow villagers who stayed there rushed back first, including Uncle Dayou and Uncle Wuquan! Why don't you hurry back to the fields and watch!"

"Chong Wazi, don't wait to mess with your uncle!" Li Dayou said with some disbelief.

Wuquan also said with a look of disbelief: "How can those people at the Water Station be so kind?"

"For no reason, what did I do to you? What did I do to you? You will know if I let you go or not! You will know when you go back and see! Yang San ran back a long time ago. Of course, if you think I am tricking you, no

I believe you can walk back slowly!"

"Anyway, if the wheat seedlings in the field are choked to death by then, they won't belong to me either!" Wang Zhong said with a joking smile.

Seeing the smile on Wang Zhong's face, Li Dayou and Wuquan looked at each other and said in unison.

"Yes, yes! You won't know until you look back."

"Let's go, let's go back, go back quickly!" Wuguan didn't have the energy to walk back slowly, he immediately opened his legs and ran away.

At this moment, the villagers could no longer hold anything else in their minds except the wheat in their own fields, and they all ran back after Wuquan.

"Chongwazi, Defu, let's go first!" Li Dayou didn't forget to say hello to the two of them before running away.

"Uncle Dayou, run slower, don't fall!" Wang Chong joked with Li Dayou with a smile.

Li Dayou paid no attention to Wang Zhong at all. He only had the wheat seedlings in his field in his mind, and his ears could not hear anything.

"What's going on? We just finished talking to the big leaders in the city. Why did a Chief Lei suddenly appear at the water station and he was willing to provide water?" Seeing a dozen villagers running away,

Fu asked Wang Zhong doubtfully.

Wang Zhongdao: "It's okay. We talked to the people at the water station and told them that those who are carrying iron rice bowls, although we are immigrants from Diaozhuang, we will not let others flatten and roll dough. Clay figurines

There is still a lot of anger, not to mention our large group of rough guys."

Ma Defu's face didn't look very good, and he couldn't imagine it: "What did you tell others? What happened to Section Chief Lei?"

"I really didn't say anything, just some unpleasant words!"

"As for this Chief Lei." Wang Zhong sneered and said: "This Chief Lei is a rare good official. I can't bear to see the webmaster surnamed Chen abusing his power, acting arrogant, manipulating our people, and taking the initiative.

He asked the staff at the water station to open the gate to provide water. I think what he meant was that he seemed to be planning to report the station manager named Chen to the superiors. He accepted the money and did not do anything, and his promises were ignored. He disturbed the people and delayed the spring irrigation.

"

Ma Defu didn't expect it. His eyes widened, his eyes shrank, and he looked at Wang Zhong in shock. His mind was still a little confused: "What do you mean by this?"

"Oh, that's right! I'll probably have to ask you, the acting village secretary, to help me then!" Wang Zhong suddenly remembered something and added.

"Help? What do you want from me?" Defu frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Wang Zhongdao: "Of course I am writing a real-name report letter. Chief Lei is willing to help us supply water even if he is willing to offend the station manager named Chen. Should we just sit back and do nothing? Wait for that naughty station manager to go back and cause trouble for him?"

"Report letter?" Defu shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, he is the director of the water station. Can we write a report letter? What if we offend him and stop providing us with water in the future?"
To be continued...