Returning to the village to farm starts with activating the spiritual veins.

Chapter 30 Emergency Repair of Terraced Fields

For the provinces of Guangdong, Fujian, and Zhejiang along the southeast coast, typhoons are one of the most common natural disasters.

Sun Ran spent four years at university in Shanghai, hundreds of kilometers away.

Every year they say a typhoon is coming, and every year the wind blows almost to the front door, but then it just circles around outside and leaves.

It's like a joke.

But the coastal cities in Guangdong, Fujian and Zhejiang are different.

Those of you who live in these areas often experience typhoons know that when a typhoon comes, it can really blow people away!

Let alone people, they can even flip over a car if they get ruthless!

Fortunately, Qingshan Village is far from the coastline and is surrounded by mountains and forests, so it was less affected by the typhoon.

Otherwise, these old buildings from the Ming and Qing dynasties in the village would have been blown away by the wind long ago and would certainly not be here today.

We can only say that we were fortunate that our ancestors chose a good place for their descendants.

Of course, being less affected doesn't mean there's no impact at all; that's impossible.

There will definitely be strong winds and heavy rain, and people will definitely be unable to go out during that time.

It's just that it's not like some of the worst-hit areas where houses collapsed or floodwaters lingered for months.

Sun Ran remembers the worst disaster that struck the village when he was about ten years old.

It seems that a piece of a house's roof was blown off that time, and many trees on the mountain were also blown down.

In addition, a landslide occurred on the mountain road leading out of the village, which blocked the road and it took nearly two weeks to clear it.

Just in time for the last few days, school started, which gave him a legitimate reason to rest for a few more days.

Incidentally, she even finished all her summer homework while crying.

This was one of the few times he managed to submit his summer homework in its entirety.

So looking back now, it's still a vivid memory.

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"Yes, we might have to stop fertilizing for now and wait until the typhoon passes."

Knowing a typhoon was approaching, Sun Ran quickly called Wang Jun: "How's the situation on your end?"

"Same here. The plant protection work was already fully booked for the next few days, but now it all has to be postponed again."

On the other end of the phone, Wang Jun held his phone with a wry smile: "This typhoon, why did it have to come at this time of year, when we're busiest?"

"It's windy in the city, especially in your industrial park. It seems like there's not much shelter around. You need to be careful and take precautions."

Holding the phone, Sun Ran kindly offered a reminder.

"Yes, the management committee just called to inform us that this typhoon seems to be quite strong. I'm thinking about whether we should move the equipment in the warehouse as well."

"When are you moving? Do you have enough manpower?"

"Don't worry, if the company is short-staffed, my dad can help. It'll be fine. But you should be careful about the village."

"Oh, by the way, I'd also like to trouble you to go and check on our old family house. We haven't been back there in a long time, and I'm worried the roof might be leaking."

"Okay, leave it to me, don't worry."

Hearing Wang Jun say this, Sun Ran readily agreed.

The two families had a good relationship. After Wang Jun's family moved out, they left the key at their house. When they had free time, Zhou Yue'e would go over to help clean up and weed.

After hanging up the phone, Sun Ran gave a wry smile. Well, a typhoon is coming, and all plans have to be postponed.

I was planning to visit my maternal grandmother in a few days, but now I can't go.

He turned around and said, "Mom, let's go. Let's finish up in the fields first. We still need to visit Wang Jun's house later."

"Okay, let's hurry up, we also need to visit your grandparents later."

Zhou Yue'e nodded, handed the hoe to her son, and then turned to look at the two little ones behind her:

"You all stay home and play quietly, don't go out, understand?"

"Yes, Grandma, don't worry, we won't go out." Little Sun Ping nodded vigorously.

"Mmm~ With Big Yellow here, it will protect us!" the little girl said in a childish voice, touching Big Yellow.

Wang!

Big Yellow squatted there, raised its head and barked loudly, then vigorously flicked its tail, looking as if it was determined to complete the mission.

Seeing this, Zhou Yue'e was amused and went up to pat their heads. After giving them a few more instructions, she carried her basket and went out with her son.

Sun Ran had just told her about Da Huang's performance that morning, which made her look at Da Huang with new respect.

Today's work consists of physical labor, and the children won't be of much help even if we bring them to the fields.

Now that she has such an understanding dog at home with her two children, she can feel much more at ease.

We walked along the hillside to the terraced fields.

Almost everyone who stayed in the village, young and old, came.

Well, apart from Sun Ran, there's not much else missing; it's pretty much just old people left.

As everyone greeted each other, his uncle, Sun Bolang, was standing at the edge of the field, loudly assigning tasks.

Sun Ran listened attentively below.

Don't be fooled by his uncle's usual joking and laughing interactions; when things get serious, he becomes very organized and efficient when assigning tasks.

The village chief was also very imposing.

There's a lot of work to be done in the fields today.

It's been a week since the rice seedlings were planted, and now the water level is just shallow.

That is, put in about 3 centimeters of water, wait for the water to evaporate naturally, and then add more water.

But now that a typhoon is coming, things are different.

First, the water in the field needs to be increased, with a water layer of at least 5 centimeters, so that the seedlings can be better protected during typhoon weather.

After all, the seedlings' root systems are not fully developed at this time, and without a water layer to block them, the seedlings would all be flattened by the wind.

In addition, simply adding water is not enough; all the drainage ditches around the field ridges must also be cleared.

Otherwise, if drainage is not smooth when a typhoon and torrential rain come, the rice seedlings will be soaked in water and will easily rot and turn black at the roots. Not to mention, the field ridges may even be washed away.

So everyone in the village brought hoes and shovels when they came today.

First, store water.

Water is released starting from the top terrace, and then openings are made in the ridges to release water layer by layer downwards.

If some fields are too far apart to be directly irrigated, a bamboo trough is built between the two fields to transfer the water.

Then comes drainage.

All the drainage ditches surrounding the field ridges need to be carefully inspected.

All the fallen leaves, garbage, and aquatic plants in the ditch must be cleaned up.

Because it's a terraced field, the ditches are layered, and a deeper pit has to be dug under each connecting point to slow down the flow of water.

It can also accumulate some of the silt washed down.

After that, we need to carefully check the field ridges again and reinforce them where necessary. Otherwise, they will be washed away by a heavy rain, and all the work done will be in vain.

Digging, shoveling garbage, cleaning ditches...

After working for half a day, Sun Ran finally cleared most of the trash from a section of the ditch. He straightened up, rubbed his back, and let out a long breath.

He stood there, turning his head to look around.

My mother was still bent over beside me, shoveling away the fallen leaves one scoop at a time.

His uncle and aunt lived in a paddy field not far away.

Even the village chief has to obediently go to the fields to work at this time.

Looking at the other side, Grandpa and Grandma have also arrived.

And further still, there were his third aunt, his fifth uncle, Granny Jiang, and all the other uncles, aunts, and other relatives he had met and called upon...

On the terraced fields on the hillside, everyone was working hard.

Although there aren't many fields, and they don't make money from growing rice, everyone is working incredibly hard and dedicatedly at this time.

Perhaps this is the farming gene hidden in the blood of a nation...

It's not about the money, but because everyone believes that you reap what you sow.