The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 29

When the digging reached five or six meters before the water came out, everyone was full of hope, and they all embraced the ideal of luck: after the drought for so long, it should be difficult to fetch the water, and then gritted your teeth and hit the water for sure! After digging through the rock, the water under the rock is sweet and clear, and it tastes better! I believe that the educated youth dolls are right, the dolls are much more knowledgeable than them.

So the members endured the scorching sun and the starry night and rushed to work. When the digging reached nine meters, ten meters, or even fifteen, there was no water. Everyone experienced another drastic change in their hearts. There was a desperate expression on their faces, and every drop of blood and sweat in the past half month has been in vain.

The water in the river dries up, and there is no water from the well. To draught, you can only rely on shoulders and hands to scoop water from the mountains a few miles away. So tired and exhausted, where can we grow food? Not to mention the draught food such as rice.

After the despair, complex and wonderful emotions poured out of everyone's heart.

"Didn't the educated youth pat their chests and say that they can get water? Ah? What's the matter?"

"There is still knowledge! Seeing that this knowledge is really killing people, it is not based on the knowledge of the old peasants. A well can also be hit."

Team leader Ye Laoliu had complicated eyes. The man over half a hundred years old squatted on the yellow ground, his rough hands grabbed his gray hair and was deeply distressed.

He asked He Fang, who was recommended to go to the University of Engineering and Agriculture, "How come there is no water and how to farm without water..."

He Fang was also stunned. After intense thought struggle, he said firmly: "The instrument shows that there is water. It may be buried deep, picking up, and then hitting."

A deep anxiety enveloped He Fang's heart. These days, everyone has a prosperous and lively well-drilling operation, let her take the lead. People have the honor of organizers. The well was dug to a depth of ten meters and there was no water coming out, which was tantamount to a slap in the face on her face.

Her fingers began to tremble, and she realized with trepidation: Never admit mistakes, admitting mistakes is to overthrow all the efforts of the past. Acknowledging that her wrong decision has caused the entire brigade to waste hundreds of laborers. This is a meeting to review. As soon as the review meeting opens, her qualifications for worker, peasant and soldier students are likely to be cancelled!

He Fang clenched his teeth and insisted: "This is a stumbling block, trying to crush our will and determination.

Fighting down, there is nothing wrong!" The questioning eyes cast from all directions overwhelmed her, and even Sun Lingyu was a little shaken. Those questioning eyes contained doubts, disappointments, anger, and cannibalistic eyes.

The members suppressed fatigue and pain for a month, like a bucket of oil, they were gently rubbed by He Fang's words, and sparks burst out suddenly.

"I can't dig water out of this well?"

"Go to his mother's insistence, don't take blood and sweat seriously. This kind of educated youth is really a waste and a waste of food. This half month has caused my old mother to work so hard to sleep every day. "

Fortunately, I recommend you to be a worker, peasant, soldier. If you can't dig out, you can't dig out and you lie, and you don't have your face."