Water Wheel

"Look, Xiao, this place is far away from the river, the ground is higher than the river, the water cannot flow in, and the rice in the fields here is almost dry."

Looking at the situation, there were 20 to 30 mu of land in the worst condition. Even if there was water, it might not be able to save him.

There were also thirty to forty acres that were better off. If he could keep up with the water now, he might be able to recover.

Those who were looking at the river usually cried when they got their hands on the land.

Every summer, the water would rise, and the ten acres near the river never received much food.

However, the drought had finally made those people who were scolding him year after year happy.

Bai Xiao walked from one side to the other, looking at the ground and then looking at the distance between the river and the fields.