?57: Chapter 57: Where Water Flows, a Canal is Formed 57: Chapter 57: Where Water Flows, a Canal is Formed Although his wife embarrassed him a bit, Ye Canghai thought about it carefully and realized she had a point.

    If Liu Hun really didn’t plan to give the money and caused a scene, wouldn’t that mean both reputation and money would be lost?

    But when he thought about it again, he still focused on the money and said to Fen Ran, “Wife, what should we do with the current situation?”

    “Our own orchard, of course we have to figure it out ourselves!

    A big man like you, what are you afraid of?

    I won’t lower myself to do such shameless things!” Fen Ran said to Ye Canghai.

    What she was most dissatisfied with was Ye Canghai backing down when encountering problems, always looking for the easy way out, in the field and in bed.

    Mo Wen knew Ye Canghai was famously henpecked, and seeing him about to be persuaded again by Fen Ran left him feeling frustrated, especially after Fen Ran sarcastically mocked him.

    In an irritated tone, he said, “Village chief, I have some matters to attend to at home, so I’m heading back first.

    I’ve said what I needed to say, played the bad guy, whether you act on it is your business.” With that, Mo Wen took a few steps toward the door, suddenly stopped, and said, “By the way!

    Sister-in-law, if you get swindled or need to borrow money in the future, just come to me, don’t feel embarrassed.”

    As soon as Fen Ran heard this, she understood Mo Wen was mocking her, and she immediately retorted, “Wow, the heavens must be feeling odd today, continuous rain is one thing, but even a miser like you is willing to spend.”

    Mo Wen didn’t get the upper hand verbally, huffed coldly, and left the Zheng family with a toss of his head.

    Seeing Ye Canghai pondering something, Liu Hun excused himself and headed towards the Orange Garden.

    Once Liu Hun and the others left, Ye Canghai, afraid of his wife, wore a bitter expression and said to Fen Ran, “Wife, what kind of idea was that?

    Talking without saying anything is like not speaking at all!

    It’s not as good as Mo Wen’s suggestion.”

    Fen Ran immediately became unhappy, her face darkened as she said, “So it’s my fault now?”

    Ye Canghai did not dare acknowledge that and quickly explained, “I didn’t say it was your fault, I just meant we need to come up with a better plan.”

    “Then go to the Orange Garden and think!

    Why are you still sitting here?

    Do you think a solution will just come to you here?” Fen Ran was furious, knowing that Ye Canghai was getting wrong ideas.

    “But Liu Hun already went, and having him there is enough.

    Besides, if it’s going to rain, what can we do about it?” Ye Canghai stood up, looked outside, and murmured, “With this heavy rain, it’s better to go rest.”

    When Ye Canghai reached the stairs, he felt it necessary to clarify, so he added to Fen Ran, “Wife, if we really end up with nothing this year, we might have to consider Mo Wen’s plan.” He quickly scurried upstairs after saying that.

    “Spineless, useless thing!

    No wonder you can’t even guard your own wife properly!” Fen Ran cursed at the empty stairway angrily, thinking about how Liu Hun was still trying to find a solution in the Orange Garden.

    She felt as if one was in the sky and the other on the ground, making her heartache even more.

    Braving the heavy rain, Liu Hun arrived at the Orange Garden, stood on a high point, and saw the scene.

    His eyebrows immediately knitted like bitter melon skin, he grumbled to himself, “If this water doesn’t get drained soon, the rising water will sweep the fruits away.”

    “Hun!

    Hun!”

    As Liu Hun was observing the orchard, he suddenly heard shouting from behind.

    Turning around, after peering through the curtain of rain for a long time, he finally recognized Qin Yue and Bai Lian approaching.

    “Sister Qin Yue, Sister Bai Lian, why are you guys here?

    Where’s Teacher Du?” Liu Hun quickly asked the two, worried that Du Yueling might have come along.

    “Don’t worry, Teacher Du, and Mao’er, they’ve gathered the villagers in the temple, now figuring things out there because we’re worried about more floods coming down the mountain,” Qin Yue said to Liu Hun.

    She thought Du Yueling was as thorough and meticulous as Liu Hun, considering every possible detail.

    Liu Hun felt relieved hearing this, realizing Du Yueling covered the pieces he hadn’t considered, and said to the two women, “Why did you come over?

    This path is all slippery and difficult to traverse.”

    “For what?

    We came to help you, of course, don’t underestimate us!” Bai Lian said, waving her big hand, with her chest confidently trembling twice as she spoke.

    While the three of them were talking, Fen Ran came over carrying tools.

    Seeing Fen Ran’s shovel, an idea immediately popped into Liu Hun’s head, and he quickly said to the three women, “This orchard is low-lying and prone to waterlogging, what we need to do now is drain the water out of the garden.”

    Before the others could speak, Fen Ran suddenly interjected, “I remembered, this orchard used to have a dug drainage ditch, just in case of this kind of thing, but it hasn’t been used for many years.”

    “That’s great!

    That makes things much easier.

    We just need to open up the drainage ditch and the problem is solved.

    How about this, Sister Bai Lian and I will dig from the top, and you two start digging from the bottom.

    Once we connect it, the water will surely drain out!” Liu Hun wiped the water from his face, confidently speaking to the three women.

    “Okay!” the three women responded, as Fen Ran and Qin Yue, holding shovels, made their way down the hill, supporting themselves with the fruit trees.

    Liu Hun stood on site looking for a while and finally found the buried drainage ditch.

    He pointed not far off, and said, “Sister Bai Lian, let’s start digging from there!”

    The two of them braved the downpour in the orchard, swinging their iron shovels, water streaming down their faces indistinguishably whether it was rain or sweat.

    Eventually, they took off their straw hats, letting loose, digging with all their might.

    “Sister Bai Lian, why don’t you take a break?” Liu Hun said to her upon hearing Bai Lian starting to pant.

    “Ah!” Bai Lian gasped, standing with the shovel, breathless, “Hun, you’re really something, working this long without even breaking a sweat.”

    “I might have nothing else, but I sure have plenty of strength!” Liu Hun wiped the rain off his face, then casually patted the muscles on his shoulder.

    As Liu Hun smacked his own shoulder, Bai Lian felt as if it was a tender tap on her heart, her leg soreness making her body lean against a citrus tree.

    “Ouch!”

    Hearing Bai Lian exclaim while furiously digging, Liu Hun turned around and asked quickly, “What happened, Sister Bai Lian?”

    “It’s...

    the thorns on this orange tree...” Bai Lian said bitterly to Liu Hun.

    “Don’t move, let me take a look.” Liu Hun quickly moved closer and asked, “Where’s the thorn?”

    Bai Lian was about to say she could handle it herself, but the thought crossed her mind, and in a slightly coquettish tone, she said, “Well...

    it seems to be stuck in my back, not sure where, could you take a look for me?”

    When Liu Hun got behind Bai Lian, he saw her inner trousers and outer pants, drenched by the rain, tightly pressed against her plump rear, and the thorn-embedded spots were easily visible with a couple of red marks.

    “Sister Bai Lian, don’t move, there might be small thorns; if they get embedded in the flesh, it’ll be troublesome to remove,” Liu Hun said to Bai Lian, but seeing the location of the thorn, he didn’t know how to move.

    “Ah...

    Hun, whatever you need to do, just do it.

    Sister will feel comfortable with you doing it,” Bai Lian panted and said, unable to see what Liu Hun was about to do behind her, but the anticipation of the unknown made her heart flutter.

    If it hadn’t been for the downpour, she surely would have felt a bit more dampness elsewhere.

    As inspiration struck Liu Hun, he tapped Bai Lian’s back, letting Qi Force quickly surge into her body.

    Soon, Bai Lian let out a “hum,” and Liu Hun could visibly see three different-sized black thorns being washed away by the rain.

    “All done, Sister Bai Lian,” Liu Hun said to Bai Lian as he picked the shovel back up, ready to continue working.

    “Is it...

    really over?” Bai Lian felt like she had drunk a bowl of broth without any meat, a bit dissatisfied.

    If it had been Qin Yue, she’d continue to enjoy it; Fen Ran would think of ways to savor it completely, but as Bai Lian, she had to endure the lingering sensation of the Qi that made her butt feel tingly.

    Holding herself back, she joined Liu Hun in digging.

    A few hours later, the four of them finally met in the middle, exhausted, except for Liu Hun, who didn’t seem tired at all due to the Qi in his body.

    The three women were soaked, revealing everything, but working on farms made their bodies something to be envied by anyone who laid eyes on them.

    Once the drainage ditch was dug out, the water in the garden quickly drained.

    The rain began to ease, and waterlogging no longer plagued the garden—Liu Hun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

    A few days later, the rain completely stopped, and these favorable events made Liu Hun overjoyed, but Ye Canghai called him over to his house again.

    “Sit down,” Ye Canghai greeted him, not hiding his unpleasant expression.

    Besides the orchard issue, a few days ago, he saw his wife’s charming demeanor upon returning from the orchard, hoped to express himself, but ended up getting scolded instead.

    “Village Chief!

    Why did you call me today?” Liu Hun asked Ye Canghai, immediately noticing Mo Wen standing to the side; he figured there was likely no good news.

    “It’s the orchard again!” Ye Canghai wore the same sour expression, as if someone owed him thousands.

    “Wasn’t the orchard problem already solved?

    The drainage ditch has been dug, so everything should be fine now,” Liu Hun replied.

    Ye Canghai looked at Liu Hun a few times, then placed a few rotten oranges on the table and said, “See for yourself!”

    “Isn’t this...well, fallen oranges being soaked by rain is normal, isn’t it?

    With such a large orchard, how could there be no fallen fruit?” Liu Hun said to Ye Canghai, completely indifferent to the issue as it was something he could easily resolve.

    “Tsk tsk tsk...” Mo Wen seized the opportunity to speak, “Hun!

    How can you call this fallen fruit?

    Are you blind?

    Go have a look at the orchard yourself, those orange trees have been underwater.

    Sooner or later, all the fruit will fall!

    Still dreaming of making money?

    Keep dreaming!”

    Liu Hun was startled; he hadn’t realized this issue when digging the drainage ditch, and being inexperienced in cultivation, didn’t think a massive drop in fruit was a possibility.