It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 248

After a night, Jiang Yan carried an extra bundle of bamboo tubes about one meter long up the mountain.

Because there were no suitable tools to open up the joints of a five- or six-meter-long bamboo pole, and there was no adhesive or waterproof wax to join the pieces together, Jiang Yan could only adopt a pen-cap-style nesting solution.

When we arrived at our destination, the water in the narrow ditch we had dug yesterday had become clear and was flowing slowly.

Jiang Yan placed the long bamboo tubes one by one and made them fit together. Then he stepped on one tube firmly and tapped the outer end of the other tube lightly with a small hammer to make the two nest firmly without cracking.

After assembling the bamboo tubes into a water pipe about seven meters long, Jiang Yan pushed it into the ditch, with the end with the largest diameter facing the waterway as the water inlet.

After some adjustments, Jiang Yan confirmed again that there was no obvious water seepage at the joints of the bamboo tubes. He then refilled the soil that had been piled aside from the trench he had dug yesterday and tamped it down.

Finally, he took out a medium-pore "filter" woven with thin bamboo strips from the bag around his waist and inserted it into the water inlet.

It is not easy to bury water pipes, and Jiang Yan does not want them to be clogged by fallen leaves or other debris after a short period of use.

When Jiang Yan picked another bag of wild vegetables and went home, a small stream of water was already trickling down from the more than one-meter-long water pipe extending from the mountain in the backyard, forming a shallow puddle on the ground covered with weeds.

Jiang Yan took a wooden bucket and wanted to put it under the water pipe to collect water, but then he remembered that the wooden bucket had other uses. If he filled it with water or used it, the water would still wet the ground endlessly.

Maybe she needs a small pond too.

Jiang Yan took a hoe and dug a deep pit around the landing point. After thinking for a while, he ran to the river bank and brought back a bucket of stones of different colors. Taking advantage of the lack of water in the pit, he covered the bottom and walls of the pit with them.

This time when the water flowed down, there was no more muddy yellow color at the bottom.

Jiang Yan put her hands on her hips and looked up and down at her work over the past two days, feeling very satisfied. If the water flow wasn't too small, she could have connected a pipe to bring water to the front of the house.

Perhaps she could connect a pipe under the eaves to collect rainwater? Jiang Yan collapsed back into the house, suddenly slapping her forehead to dismiss the idea. The risk of falling objects from low altitudes was unacceptable.

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It has been two days since Jiang He and Jiang Ju returned to the village.

Chunying looked up and relaxed her shoulders five times out of ten and she could see the faint smile on Jiang Yuan's lips opposite her, which gave her goosebumps all over her arms.

"It's really weird." When the meal was served, Chunying found Yile and pulled him to a deserted corner to complain.

"Before, when Jiang Yan worked under Fu Nulang, he'd shirk his responsibilities whenever possible. When assigned a task he didn't want to do, he'd either hum a song to comfort himself or put on a stern face when he was upset. Although his methods were childish, this kind of depressed and irritable mood was common to everyone and nothing new.

But she never expected that her brother from the same village was not an ordinary person. After doing such boring and depressing work for several months, he could actually laugh from the bottom of his heart!

Chunying really felt it was incredible. There were so many people around her, and no matter what jobs they did, she felt that no one was more motivated than her.

She wanted so much to get a promotion and a monthly salary increase, but now she often feels irritable when sitting at home. She just wants to procrastinate on the task at hand or talk to her friends to vent her frustration.

Chunying's face was distorted with a hint of envy: "What a pervert!" If she also had such psychological qualities, her future would be just around the corner.

Yile patted Chunying's shoulder gently: "Perhaps the origin of the word 'pervert' that Jiang Yan didn't mention was originally summarized by her brother from the same village."

Chunying hesitated. What about "fishing"? Jiang Yan really found an excuse to go fishing because he didn't want to farm at home...