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Chapter 65 Planting trees and cherishing water sources

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    [Previous review] Water is the source of life. In order to save the oasis, all animals are working hard.  Dou Bao and Gua Gua built the dam, and the civet cats built the aqueduct.  However, Grandma Tanuki seems to be dying before hope comes.

    Civet cats have a limited lifespan.

    Grandma civet cat has lived for a long time, she is the oldest civet cat in the whole family.  When grandma civet cat was a little civet cat, she started to travel around the world, and she spent most of her life all over the world.

    "Cough cough." Grandma civet cat walked slowly by the pond. She looked at the sparkling water reluctantly, and couldn't help coughing.

    Huahua was taken aback, and quickly brought hot water: "Grandma, drink up. It's windy by the water, I'll take you back."

    Grandma civet cat drank two sips of water and finally stopped coughing.  She sighed deeply: "I'm old, I only hope that I can live to see that the oasis has abundant water."

    Dou Bao nodded, and said seriously: "I will, grandma civet cat. Dig the diversion canal tomorrow morning, and you will see the pond turn into a lake."

    "I hope so." Grandma civet cat said.

    The next morning, all civet cats gathered by the pond.  Excitedly and curiously waiting for the oasis pond to rise.

    In this small oasis, the small pond in the middle supplies the development of the entire oasis.  Over the years, the water in the pond has become less and less, and it is about to dry up.

    Fortunately, the civet cat family found a way out¡ªthey dug underground canals, led groundwater into ponds, and built dams to reduce water evaporation.

    "Move to a safe area quickly! The underground drain will be filled with water soon!" A young and strong civet cat raised its voice, and the resounding voice resounded throughout the oasis.

    Everyone quickly moved to a safe area, blinking their eyes one by one, watching curiously.

    Hurrah, first there was the sound of running water around.  Then, the water in the pond began to rise slowly, and the water was surging, as if someone was pouring water into the cup with a kettle, and the water was getting more and more full.

    The area of ??the pond gradually became larger, flooding the grass on the bank-the storage dam began to work, blocking the water trying to flow around.

    Eventually, the pond turned into a small lake.  The lake is like a clear mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, as well as the green grass and trees on the shore.

    "Wow, a lot of water!"

    "Half of our oasis is occupied by this lake."

    "Haha, the water tastes so sweet."

    "I don't have to worry about lack of water anymore, I can take a good hot bath."

    The civet cats talked a lot, the old civet cats were full of emotion, and the young civet cats were curious and excited.  With Huahua's support, Grandma Limao walked slowly to the stage.

    Grandma Limao's health is getting worse and worse. I haven't seen her for a whole night.  However, the raccoon grandma still insisted on showing up, and she told all the civet cats: "Children, having sufficient water source does not mean that we have no worries-cough cough, our ancestors cut down trees and wasted water because of arrogance.  The forest has turned into a red desert and we cannot make the same mistake again."

    "From now on, the responsibility and mission of our civet cat family is to save this desert. We will plant trees and cherish the water of life, and we will turn the red desert into a red forest." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.  com
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