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While Tang Susu was busy preparing lunch in the kitchen, she suddenly heard Yang Xiaobao's exclamation from the yard.

She peeked out and saw that the family's fat rooster, Zhuangzhuang, was riding on the back of the hen, Dahua.

Yang Xiaobao's face turned red with anger. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush over to pull Zhuangzhuang off, yelling, "You bad chicken! How dare you bully Dahua! I'm going to catch you and eat you!"

As she spoke, she saw Zhuangzhuang move onto Erhua, which made her even angrier, and she kept complaining.

Tang Susu sighed helplessly, paused her work, and quickly walked out of the kitchen. She grabbed Yang Xiaobao and saved Zhuangzhuang from being grabbed.

She crouched down and patiently explained to Yang Xiaobao, "Xiaobao, Zhuangzhuang didn't bully Dahua and Erhua. They're just playing a game, just like how your second uncle and eldest brother sometimes 'bully' you, but they still love you very much in their hearts."

Yang Xiaobao tilted his head and thought for a moment. His older brother and second uncle had indeed teased him a lot before, but they would also protect him.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement with Tang Susu's statement and decided to stop interfering with them and wait patiently for the chicks to hatch.

Just as Tang Susu was about to get up and go back to the kitchen, she glanced up and saw four little children, around seven years old, standing at the door.

They clung to the doorframe, peering in cautiously, their expressions uneasy; clearly, they dared not enter. They were probably intimidated by her former notoriety and feared being beaten if they came to ask for eggs.

Tang Susu smiled and said to Yang Xiaobao, "Xiaobao, go to the henhouse and get today's eggs."

Touching eggs is Yang Xiaobao's favorite thing to do. He immediately cheered and skipped towards the chicken coop.

A little while later, she came running back excitedly, holding the eggs in her hand, and shouted, "Mom! Da Hua and Er Hua laid four more eggs!"

Tang Susu took the eggs, walked to the door, and handed them to the four children one by one, gently instructing them, "Hold them carefully, don't break them."

The four children took the eggs, their faces instantly lighting up with happy smiles. They quickly thanked Tang Susu and skipped away.

Tang Susu watched their retreating figures, a surge of joy welling up inside her.

She felt that children were the purest of lives, and that being with them required no effort, was stress-free, and brought comfort to both body and mind.

Just then, Miao Yulan called out to her from the kitchen doorway, "Big sister, come and give me a hand!"

Tang Susu walked into the kitchen and saw Miao Yulan rolling out dumpling wrappers. On the cutting board were the mushrooms and shepherd's purse that Yang Xiaobao had brought back the night before, and she planned to make dumplings.

Tang Susu sighed regretfully, wishing there was meat at home.

These mushroom and shepherd's purse dumplings would taste even better if some lean and fatty meat were added.

Her desire to make money grew stronger, and she hoped to make the jelly as soon as possible.

The jelly business is a legitimate way to make money. She will be able to use the money she earns freely, and she will no longer have to be so restrained as she is now, nor will anyone be able to tell her what to do.

After lunch, the village head led all the strong men in the village into the mountains to dig a canal.

This time, many village women also volunteered to carry farm tools and go along to help.

Those who lacked tools were responsible for checking ahead for any large rocks. Once found, they would deal with them in advance using Tang Susu's method of "burning the rock and sprinkling water".

The village boys, both teenagers and young children, followed along excitedly, helping to gather firewood and carry water.

With everyone working together, the progress of digging the canal visibly accelerated.

Tang Susu spotted Zheng Dahu among a group of teenagers.

This child, who had previously stolen Xiao Bao's pheasant, is Zheng the rascal's eldest son.

Tang Susu couldn't help but sigh, of all the able-bodied men in the village, only Zheng the Rascal was hiding at home, being lazy and not digging the ditch.

Unexpectedly, his son was quite sensible and came to help on his own initiative, much better than his father.

Time flies, and everyone worked together for half a day.

Finally, the ditch was advanced all the way from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

A ditch about 60 centimeters wide, like a lively vein, meanders down from the mountain and extends into the fields;

It's like a fine net, crisscrossing the fields and eventually connecting to the rice paddies of every household.

The village head led a group of strong men to the water source.

At this point, the ditch was only five centimeters away from the water source.

For this crucial shovel strike, the village head decided to take matters into his own hands.

Everyone present held their breath; the atmosphere was solemn and dignified, full of a sense of ceremony.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the village head raised his shovel high and plunged it forcefully into the soft, white soil. As the shovel fell, the last breach was opened.

In an instant, clear, rapid water gushed forth from underground, flowing swiftly down the repaired ditches towards the fields below the mountain.

The children were the first to react, letting out a series of cheerful cheers and running downhill after the stream.

But their steps could never keep up with the speed of the water.

The water rushed down the mountain like a wild horse.

Many farmers were already waiting in the fields.

Sunlight spills onto the babbling spring water, making it sparkle like countless tiny diamonds dancing on the surface.

The 60-centimeter-wide ditch seemed to be imbued with magic at this moment, appearing incredibly vast, conveying endless hope, and making people feel as if they could see the surging power of the sea.

The elderly people in Yangqu Village had reddened eyes that showed the marks of time, and tears trembled as they slid down their cheeks.

Unable to contain their excitement any longer, the crowd cried out:

"Water! It's really water!"

"The water's here! The rice paddies have water! We have food!"

"We don't have to die!"

The water flowed slowly into the cracked rice paddies, and the parched yellow earth seemed to open its mouth wide, frantically absorbing every drop of water.

The once shriveled rice ears gradually regained their vitality under the scorching sun and summer breeze, and began to sway gently.

The farmers by the fields wept with joy and cheered loudly.

Just as everyone was immersed in the joy of the water flowing into the village, Zheng the Rascal took advantage of the chaos to quietly walk to the edge of his own field and make a hole in the canal wall so that the canal water would flow specifically into his own field.

Some villagers noticed his little actions.

But everyone was too excited, and considering that his son Zheng Dahu had volunteered to help with the work, they didn't want to argue with this selfish and petty person, nor did they want to strain their relationship, so they remained silent.

But not long after, a discordant voice suddenly rang out: "Damn it! You guys actually managed to get the water!"

The crowd turned around at the sound and found that it was a few people from Ma'an Village.

I don't know when they blended into the crowd.

One of the men from Ma'an Village tilted his head slightly back, a contemptuous smirk playing on his lips.

He spat into the ditch with a "pui," and the spit flew like an arrow into the clear water.

This action thoroughly enraged all the people of Yangqu Village.

Even the elderly Mrs. Deng, who is in her seventies or eighties and walks with a shaky gait, was ignited by the passionate emotions at this moment.

She jumped up suddenly, her hand moving like a whirlwind as she slapped the man who had spat hard on the back of the head, yelling, "You naughty boy! Try spitting again!"