"Water!"
"Water's coming out!"
Under the experts' guidance, White Shop Brigade had already drilled its fourth well. Every well had gone down more than a hundred meters, with the deepest reaching one hundred and eighty meters.
This fourth well had also reached one hundred and sixty meters. If it still failed to produce water... White Shop Brigade would not stop. They would keep drilling until they struck water.
As Old Liu put it, this concerned the generations to come. It would have been one thing if they lacked the means, but now that they had the means, the first thing to do was solve the water problem. If they could not settle it in one go and kept dragging it out, who knew when they would finally have water to use?
The experts from Yan University were quite capable. After a month of surveying and gathering considerable data, they had selected six locations for wells.
The experts were under enormous pressure as well.
The drilling equipment, all manner of pipes, and the concrete well rings had been brought up from Linping by the men, young and old, of White Shop Brigade, hauling them while shouting in rhythm. Even the donkeys could not have managed the work.
The people of White Shop Brigade were united as one, filled with boundless hope. Yet three wells in a row had produced not even a trace of water. After each round of grueling labor came nothing, and whenever the villagers' eyes fell on the experts, the experts felt as though they were sitting on pins and needles, with thorns at their backs and bones stuck in their throats.
By the time the fourth attempt began, the experts were already sweating profusely with anxiety.
At last, during the fourth drilling attempt, mud slurry surged