Wanjie Athletics, I choose Zhang Sanfeng to start

"Part of it is true. I know some feedback has been sent to the center, but it should be okay. After all, it is only spring now. The snow melts and flows down from the upper reaches, and water is diverted and stored in various places. Even if it doesn't rain, it may not be a big problem. "Huang Xiang said vaguely, obviously she didn't have a comprehensive understanding of this issue.After all, this matter has nothing to do with her errands.

"Okay! Prepare a boat for me." Cao Zhe said.

"Okay...Okay! Ah? Where are you going?" Huang Xiang asked.

Cao Zhe looked at Huang Xiang calmly.

Huang Xiang wriggled his mouth and said, "I...I know!"

Then he asked curiously: "You...you really know how to control the dragon to make rain?"

Cao Zhe shook his head and said, "No! Those are just rumors. I'm a martial artist, how can I have magical powers?"

Huang Xiang secretly said: "Liar!"

Then he said: "Since you can't rain, what are you going to do?"

"Where righteousness goes, you have a clear conscience!" Cao Zhe strode forward with his sleeves on.

Chapter 58 There is trouble in the world, but heaven is the last

Cao Zhe asked Wang Yu to tell the world that he wanted to fight against the heroes.

But there is no need to really stay in the Purple Mountain Copper Hall for a long time.

For those who are idle in the rivers and lakes, it makes no difference whether Cao Zhe fights or not.

As for the famous 'big shot', if he really planned to go up the mountain to fight Cao Zhe, he would definitely be famous in the rivers and lakes in advance, causing a lot of uproar.

It's not that if you say it today, it will come tomorrow.

Yang Guo is a different kind.

Instigated by others, was used as a gun.

Huang Xiang ordered his subordinates to go down to do errands, and soon prepared a boat for Cao Zhe.

When we arrived at the pier, a fishing boat about five meters long and three meters wide stopped there with a maroon horse tied to the bow. The man in charge of driving the boat was an old boatman in his 40s, who should have rich experience.

"Leave the boat and the horse. Maybe I'll be back in three to five days." Cao Zhe said to Huang Xiang.

Before Huang Xiang could answer, the old boatman muttered in a low voice: "This Taoist is very arrogant. From Jinling to Baoding, it is impossible to go by water alone, and you have to go by land again. moon."

Huang Xiang raised her eyebrows and was about to scold.

Cao Zhe tugged at her sleeve, then bowed to the old boatman and boarded the boat.

Afraid to pat the neck of the maroon horse.

"Horse! Horse! Sit still!" As soon as the words fell, the boat broke through the water and rushed far away without using the oars.

The old boatman was taken aback, and when he looked again, the boat had already flown more than a hundred meters away, and it was getting smaller and smaller.

"This... this Daoist, why is it holy?" The old boatman is also well-informed, knowing that there are masters in the rivers and lakes who can push the boat with internal force and travel quickly on the river, but they are as fast as Cao Zhe. Yes, but I have never seen it.

Cao Zhe drove the fishing boat and shuttled quickly.

First enter the Hanshui River from the Yangtze River, and go all the way to the Danshui River, a tributary of the Hanshui River.

Then go ashore at Laoguan River, a tributary of Danshui River, and ride on horseback to the Yellow River first.

When it was sunset, we had already reached the Yellow River, and we could only see the turbid waves. Although it was not full of water power, it was not dry.

All the way to the north, when we reached the (He) North border, we gradually discovered that the crops in the large tracts of fertile fields were all in a state of water shortage, and some yellowed tender seedlings were limp and lifeless.

Even though it was getting late, there were still many farmers standing in the fields with sad faces, looking at the sky and worrying.

The spring rain has not arrived for a long time, and the crops in this field are all short of water.

Without water, you cannot live, and your harvest throughout the year will be affected.

In this day and age, at least one-third of a catty of grain harvested must be reserved for seeding. If one crop fails to survive, most farmers do not have the capital to get another crop of grain and plant another crop.

In the Science and Technology Academy of the Dayue Dynasty, someone cultivated grain seeds to optimize grain production.

But this thing, even if it knows the direction, it needs time to cultivate and wait, and it cannot be popularized so quickly.

Cao Zhe crossed the path in the field and asked an old farmer: "This good man, Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang, a poor man, came from the south and saw the waves of the Yellow River, and most of its tributaries have not dried up. The water is here?"

The old farmer had a sad face, and said in a strong local accent: "It's not a secret! God doesn't rain, and the balls are added very much. A few years ago, the county magistrate said that the water in the river is useful to the court."

"The imperial court won't allow it?" Cao Zhe frowned.

"At the end of the day, if you don't let it move, you just want to distribute it."

"The upper reaches are all used, and the lower reaches are the last." The old farmer said.

At this time, some other farmers surrounded Cao Zhe, who were a little wary of Cao Zhe, but when they saw that he was wearing Taoist robes, they relaxed a little more.

It is enough to see that Taoist priests have a good reputation among the people.

"Where's the well water?"

"Will the well water not be moved?" Cao Zhe asked again.

A young farmer with a lighter accent replied: "The wells are all dry, the county magistrate said. Anyway, the wells in our village are all dry."

"Yemo. The well of Xu Dashan's family has been dug deep, and there is still water. They send several truckloads of water to us every day."

"But it's not enough!"

"What about water storage?"

"The imperial court has already established a law to store water when it rains and use it when it is dry. It seems that it didn't do it last year!" Cao Zhe said again.

"The water storage has been used early. A few days ago in the black world (at night), the county magistrate and Xu Dashan led people to pick it up, and it was all scattered in the fields. It's just that the crops are not ready..." Another farmer rushed to answer.

Cao Zhe asked a few more questions, and the answers were similar.

It sounds like the local government and the country gentry worked together and did not make any troubles. It was just a natural disaster, and there was nothing people could do about it.

No jump to conclusions.

Cao Zhe bid farewell to the farmers, and first went to check the wells in some villages.

The well was indeed empty.

If the well is not drilled deep enough, the groundwater table will drop and it will indeed dry up easily.

Cao Zhe turned to Xu Dashan's house again, and flew quietly on the beam of the other party's house.

Looking at the 14-year-old benevolent man who was sleeping with his 50-year-old concubine, Cao Zhe was not polite, and directly used the mind control technique on him.

Xu Dashan, who was snoring like thunder, opened his eyes and sat up blankly.

And the concubine next to him was still sleeping deeply.

"Is the local water storage really used up?" Cao Zhe asked.

Xu Dashan replied blankly: "It's not used up. It's all hidden in the reservoir, covered with a black cloth, and no one is allowed to approach. Anyone who approaches will be imprisoned."

"Then why did the fellow villagers see you sending water to the fields?" Cao Zhe continued to ask.

Xu Dashan said humanely: "That's because we tampered with the waterwheels and buckets. It looks like a big cart of water, but it's actually very shallow. You can't see clearly at night, so you don't know what we're doing."

Ordinary people in ancient times seldom ate meat, and night blindness was common, and there were many people who could not see clearly at night.

This Xu Dashan has the government as a cover, so he can easily cheat and pass the test.

"What good will it do you if you do this?"

"The well in your house is dug deep, and there is no shortage of water at all." Cao Zhe asked.

"We don't lack water, but we still lack fertile land. After a drought in spring, we can collect a lot of fertile land at a low price in autumn. After a few hundred miles, it is all our land, and farmers have to rent it from us. The fields..." Xu Dashan said.

"Then you still bring them water?" Cao Zhe gritted his teeth, and continued to ask with sharp eyes.

"So, how many seedlings can be saved? We don't send water now, and when we pay taxes and grain in autumn, why would they want to mortgage the land to us?"

"We can't let others take advantage of it for nothing and take our credit." Xu Dashan said as a matter of course.

"Heaven is half done, and the rest is man-made."

"What a greedy, despicable and nasty Xu Dashan!" Cao Zhe originally wanted to kill this guy with a sword, but felt that it was too cheap for him.

"Since there is water in the reservoir, it means that there is no shortage of water at all, what is lacking is justice, and what is lacking is the right way of people's hearts."

"It's just that I can't lead the people to attack the guards in the yamen, and go to the reservoir to grab water directly. Although this is an upright deacon, it is guiding the people and breaking the law. I can just leave, but the local people will inevitably People with ulterior motives confuse, incite, and cause chaos, and it is these poor people who suffer, and even the momentary prosperity has nothing to do with them." Cao Zhe thought to himself.

Afterwards, a ray of yin energy was injected into Xu Dashan's body, so that he would always be restless, drink alcohol and eat meat, and would suffer from pain, and even have a disease that would never change. It was regarded as a punishment first.

After identifying the direction, Cao Zhe hurried to the reservoir here again.

Chapter 59 Thunder in the Clouds Comes

In the seventh year of Dayue, there was an order that one county should have one reservoir in a land that is often dry.

When it rains, it accumulates water, and when it is dry, it is used.

By the time of Dayue's 15th year, he had basically completed this indicator in the Central Plains.

The place where Cao Zhe is now is close to Daming Mansion, and the reservoir in the county is built in a low-lying place, between the depressions.

The reservoir is surrounded by low walls, and there are guards at the gate who are dozing off.

Across the low wall, a large piece of black cloth was caged at the mouth of the reservoir.

All the reservoirs are made of cement and bricks, repaired by digging deep into the ground, with a narrow top and wide bottom.

The water in the reservoir is only used as an emergency when the crops are drought and water shortage.

There are also some water outlets around the pool, and some pumping devices are cleverly used. As long as someone installs the necessary equipment, the water can be pumped out of the pool.

Cao Zhe didn't even need to look at it, just by smelling it, he could smell that the pool was full of water.

Although it is not too much overall, it can solve the urgent need of this hundred acres of fertile land.

"Only relying on my own strength... how to transport so much water to the fields?" Cao Zhe was slightly worried.

Then he pinched his fingers, counted the time, and looked up at the clearly visible stars in the night sky.

"There will be no wind tomorrow, but it should be possible...!"

"Then let's try!"

As he spoke, he lifted the black cloth and jumped directly into the deep reservoir.

The sky was gradually lit up by the Golden Crow.

The farmers who have been worried for a long time, have been looking at the sky since before the rooster crowed, shaking their heads and sighing... Another sunny day!

The dry weather has almost drained the last trace of moisture in the air.

Even the leaves of the jujube tree are slightly curled up, looking lifeless.

On the ridge of the field, it has long been full of people.

Some people who sneaked into the dark last night and drove donkey carts to fetch water from the river were yawning absentmindedly, and at the same time vigilantly greeted their neighbors in the same village.

Without the permission of the government, anyone who went to the river to take the little river water to irrigate the fields would be punished with a board or even put in prison.

Now the water in the river can only go to the place designated by the government every three days, and it is picked according to the head of the person.

This water is used for daily life, not enough to irrigate crops.

Suddenly, someone stood on a high place and yelled something, waving constantly.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the man.

"The cloud is coming! The cloud is coming!"

"God take pity on us!" The shouts gradually became coherent and clear.

With their heads held high, people were looking at a cloud, which floated towards the rolling wheat fields in a much lower posture than usual.

When I got closer, I could vaguely see that the cloud and mist were undulating and stretching for several miles, and there seemed to be Taoists flying in it.

But seeing this Taoist, he couldn't stop pushing his hands, and with one palm down, the cloud that was supposed to disperse was forcibly squeezed into a big ball.

When he reached the sky above the wheat field, the Taoist suddenly raised his figure and stretched out with one hand.

The sound of rolling thunder jumped in his palm and fingertips.

A bolt of thunder pierced the sky, like a command sword, shot down from above the sky.