The old party secretary smiled bitterly and said: "You think the village doesn't want to do it! It's because they can't get water."

"Can't type it out?"

"Well! It's not that it can't be drilled out, it's just that it can't be drilled out if it's shallow. If it's deep, you'll need to use a machine and a lot of money. The village simply can't afford that much money."

Fangyuan put down the kettle, sat on the other bed with a cup in hand and asked, "How much does it cost to dig a deep well if you use a machine to do it?"

"Probably around two thousand yuan."

"two thousand?"

Even though Fangyuan was not short of money, he was shocked when he heard this number.

Two thousand yuan is not a small amount of money! You can buy a small courtyard house in the imperial capital at this time, and this is still in the city.

No wonder Zhao Jiayu has no water to drink and does not dig a well. This is really a lot of money, at least for Zhao Jiayu.

"Old Party Secretary, how many meters will it take to drill this deep well?"

Hearing Fangyuan's question, the old party secretary said: "Zhao Jiayu's terrain is relatively high. If you want to pump out water, you need to be at least a hundred meters deep. To drill a hundred meters deep well, ordinary small machines simply cannot do it."

"So this is ah!"

Fangyuan did not ask why Zhao Jiayu chose to live in such a high place.

Because there is no need to ask, because there must be a reason for living in such a high place.

Zhao Jiayu's ancestors have lived there for generations. If they wanted to move, they would have moved long ago. There was no way they could wait until now.

It will not be easy to drill a hundred-meter-deep well in future generations, not to mention now. No wonder it requires so much money.

It's a pity that Fangyuan doesn't have so much money now. Fangyuan hasn't gone out to do business in the past few years, and all his money has been spent on buying a house.

Don't say that you don't have so much, even if you do, Fangyuan can't come up with so much money.

This is not to say that Fangyuan doesn't want to take it, but that he can't. This is two thousand yuan! It's not thirty-fifty, nor one hundred, two hundred.

Although he can't take out the money, it doesn't mean that Fangyuan can't help, he can do it himself!

If it were someone else, there might not be a way, but it's not too difficult for Yuan Yuan, it just takes a while.

After drinking two glasses of water, Fangyuan took a rest.

The same was true for the old branch secretary. Soon Fangyuan fell asleep. When he woke up again, it was already dawn.

Fangyuan glanced at the old party secretary's bed, but did not see the old party secretary, but saw Shengli and Zhuzi.
Chapter completed!