"Mistress, you're back. I have something to tell you." When Sun Hongliang saw Zhou Ying enter, he walked out from behind the counter.
"Then let's go to the back." Zhou Ying nodded and led him to the back.
After sitting in the central room, she poured herself a glass of water and asked, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
"When I was taking water, I realized that the water level in the well had dropped again."
Zhou Ying's hand that was holding the cup immediately froze. She asked, "How much has it dropped this time?"
"About half a meter. It's probably because we've been using too much water recently. The porridge stand alone needs about 20 buckets of water daily."
"It's because it hasn't rained for too long, causing the water level to drop." With a sigh, Zhou Ying said.
There was a snowfall after the new year. She thought it would be better this year, but it turned out worse. She was still determining if the spring wheat would ripen this year.
