For now, no one else was aware of An Ning's awkward situation. The villagers were fascinated by the new contraption, but even more thrilled about the relief it brought from the drought.
In their eyes, this land was their roots, as important as life itself.
Sun Dazhuang immediately stepped into his role as captain, organizing a group to dig ditches. They didn't have to be particularly deep, just enough to channel water into the fields.
A lot of water would inevitably seep into the earthen ditches, but once the ground became saturated, the rest would flow into the fields.
A few other men stood behind An Ning, ready to take turns cranking the handle and ensure a steady flow of water.
Jiang Xia was among them. After all, he'd always been known as a capable worker.
An Ning watched the villagers in front of her spring into action, bustling with energy. Feeling the zealous atmosphere, a similar fire ignited in her heart.
'Time to work!'
