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Volume 1, Chapter 74, Yan Cunzheng: A waterwheel divides yin and yang

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    Xiao Shitou was just a child, and his work was unreliable. Zijian asked him to go find Zi Baifeng, so he went to find Zi Baifeng, but he didn't even leave a letter to the village.  But the anomaly of the Zi family was still discovered.  The team that went into the mountains to search for jade came back. As usual, everyone stopped at the door of Zi's house to distribute prey, discuss the harvest, and discuss future plans. Zhu Zhu and Er Hei had a great harvest today and planned to report it to Zijian.  , who knew that as soon as he opened the door, he heard Zijian shouting: "Run! Don't come in! It's dangerous!" "The villagers are stupid and don't bother to kill them." Fei Jianzi sneered, clarifying for himself, and then  When he was threatening, he glanced at Luo Qianshan with one glance. After one glance, both Zhu Zhu and Er Hei uncontrollably weakened their legs and knelt on the ground.  "Your mother, I will fight with you!" With just one kneel, Zhuzhu broke away from Fei Jianzi's shock in an instant, and he roared and was about to rush forward.  "Zhuzhu, let's go quickly! He is an evil man who came down from Niao Mouse Mountain!" Zijian only had time to explain this sentence, but this sentence was enough.  Erhei hugged Zhuzi tightly from behind, and Zhuzi rushed forward in anger, fearing that he was going to harm Zijian and the Yanwu family.  "If you dare to hurt my brother, I will kill you even if I go to the mountains or the sea!" How can Zhuzi be so stubborn that he is willing to back down easily?  That day, the robber chopped him with a knife, and he dared to go to the robber's den alone with just a bow. This was a master who never wanted to suffer the slightest loss.  As soon as the sleeves and robes were unfolded, a strong gust of wind flew out, and the door was closed again. Fei Jianzi listened to the curses outside and remained silent.  Lower your eyelids, look at your nose with your eyes, look at your heart with your nose, and practice hard.  His state of mind has been broken. If he wants to re-establish his Taoist heart, he must work ten times or a hundred times harder than before.  And all the insults in his ears, he only regarded it as a tempering of his Taoist heart and a test of his own practice. He turned a deaf ear to it and devoted himself to practice.  He must be ready for Zi Baifeng to come back at any time, and maybe Luo Qianshan, who is not sure whether he is dead or not.  If these two people work together, it will be really terrible. Even if he has Zijian and Yanwu as hostages, he is not completely sure, so he must work hard and work harder.  The enemy that could only be trampled under his feet like an ant suddenly became an opponent that he had to deal with wholeheartedly, and even he might not be able to deal with it with all his heart. This contrast made Fei Jianzi  Extremely unaccustomed, he suddenly understood how Chu Zi Baifeng and others felt when they were in front of him. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Although he has far more strength than the opponent, he still loses. He thinks that the defeat is unjust. If it happens again, he will never give the opponent such a chance.  Absolutely not!  Zijian was tied to the bed, listening to the shouts and curses coming from outside the door. It was not just Zhu Zhu and Er Hei who were scolding, but other villagers were also scolding. If they didn't still have some sense, they would have done whatever they could.  Rushed in.  Who is this kind of disregard for one's own safety for?  Is it for yourself?  No, it¡¯s for my son.  It is Zi Baifeng who is respected and loved by them and who has brought them a new life and a different life.  At that moment, Zijian was mentally prepared.  Even if he dies, he cannot harm his son.  He looked at Yan Wu who was opposite. Yan Wu looked at him and smiled at him. Her eyes were as firm as Zijian's, without any hesitation.  The two of them already had the same thoughts. At that moment, they only felt that they were no longer so close to each other.  Mrs. Yan Wu suddenly closed her eyes and glanced sideways at Fei Jianzi. Seeing that Fei Jianzi lowered his eyes and seemed not to be looking at anything, he leaned closer.  Zijian¡¯s eyes suddenly widened, his lips were hot, soft, and fragrant.  It¡¯s the smell of yesterday¡¯s egg soup dripping with sesame oil.  The next second, Zijian forgot everything.  "A dry firewood, a raging fire, but the two people who never dared to come together suddenly ignited a blazing spark. In this critical moment between life and death, it is difficult to extinguish it.  ¡°What are you all doing here!¡± a voice shouted from outside the gate.  Yan Laowu angrily interrupted the person who was about to say something. He shook his head at everyone, gave a secretive look, and waved: "Are you all idle with nothing to do? Did you forget that you are going to build a barrel truck today?" Yan  Lao Wu is back.  Hearing Yan Laowu's voice, Zijian was suddenly surprised and happy.  He knew that Zi Baifeng went with Yan Laowu, and from what Yan Laowu said, it seemed that he already knew what happened. Does that mean that Zi Baifeng also knew what happened?What?  What he was most worried about was that Zi Baifeng came to save him recklessly, regardless of everything.  But now he found that his son was indeed different from before.  After the lingering ended, Zijian and Yanwu looked at each other, and both saw the relief in the other's eyes.  "But Fifth Master" Zhu Zhu wanted to say something else.  "It's nothing." Yan Laowu glared at him and said: "The scholar will handle this kind of clown by himself. Could it be that you have forgotten the tasks assigned by the scholar before he left. I know that if I am not here,  You will be lazy!" Yan Laowu rushed back immediately after sending Zi Baifeng and others away.  He left the little stone in Yan Village and told them to take good care of the little stone.  Then he asked Yan Erdao to guard the official road in Mengcheng to prevent the villagers from going to Mengcheng. Then he set off alone, crossed the mountains and forests, and returned to Xiayan Village from Yan Village.  Even though he is getting stronger and stronger, he can no longer hold on to such hard work, but he doesn't want to just wait like this.  He didn¡¯t know the true face of the so-called immortal before, but now he knows.  Whenever he remembers that he once helped the immortal lead the way, and was once the immortal's accomplice, his face will burn with pain, as if someone has slapped him in the face more than a dozen times.  He is unwilling to give up, and he definitely does not want to bow to the immortal again.  What about the immortals?  Xiayan Village will never be defeated, let alone defeated.  And after returning from Yancun, he felt it even more deeply.  Xiayan Village is unique. Xiayan Village has lucky stars, blessings, and good fortune, so the villagers of Xiayan Village can live such a good life.  Therefore, no matter what happens at any time, the development of Xiayan Village cannot be delayed.  The autumn harvest is almost over. Except for some late-maturing crops that are still in the ground, everything else has basically been harvested.  This is an unbelievably good harvest year, and every household¡¯s grain storage is almost full.  However, people who went to sell grain in the village said that the grain in the city was 40% more expensive because other places had experienced massive production cuts this year. By comparison, Yan Laowu could feel the difference in Xiayan Village even more.  Because of this, they cherished this hard-won harvest even more, so a few days ago, he took the initiative to come to Zi Baifeng to discuss the construction of waterwheels and barrel trucks that Zibaifeng once said.  After a good harvest, the fertility of the land was weakened, and the mountain fields were already weak, so they had to store water for irrigation twice after the autumn harvest and before spring sowing.  During these days, the villagers who had finished harvesting the crops in the fields went out with their families to dig ditches in the mountains and build wooden frames. Zijian and Erhei also prepared wood early and made simple wheel frames.  Just like when the water-powered mill was built, everyone was full of expectations for the design of the barrel cart, which was also written by Zi Baifeng. Erhei built the wood that had been prepared long ago on top of each other to form a huge wheel, and then on the wheel  After fixing the thick bamboo tube, seven or eight big men went down into the water, and fixed a big wheel in the stream not far above the water-powered mill.  The rotation of the stream drives the water wheel, which also fills the bamboo tube with water. It turns upward along the huge wheel, and then automatically pours it out into the bamboo trough that has been built with bamboo.  The clear water flowed happily along the bamboo trough. The children in the village ran along with the flowing stream, laughing loudly. The villagers stood on tiptoes one by one, opened their mouths wide, and looked at the water that represented vitality.  It flowed along the bamboo tube for hundreds of meters, flowed into a dug ditch, and then flowed into the fields along the ditch, nourishing the barren mountain fields.  Although the sound of rushing water is monotonous, it is full of a strange rhythm.     What's this?  This is hope!  The indescribable happiness captured their hearts tightly.  From this day forward, you no longer have to work hard to carry water for irrigation!  "Don't be in a daze! Work quickly! There's only one here, there are four more!" Yan Laowu shouted at everyone.  In addition to this barrel cart, there are four barrel carts.  The largest barrel cart is several feet high, and every piece of wood is taken from towering trees in the mountains, otherwise it would not be long enough or tough enough.  The spokes of the barrel cart are intertwined, and it is extremely heavy. If the stream had not reached this point and the water flow had become extremely turbulent, it would never have been able to carry it.  And the next four shrank in order, and the smallest one was only as tall as a person.  The second barrel cart was built on the ground where the water poured down from the bamboo trough.??, part of the water flow pushed this barrel cart, and part of the water flow was loaded into the barrel by the barrel cart. The water flow was divided into half, raised more than two feet again, poured into another set of bamboo troughs, and extended to a hundred meters away.  Another mountain field.  This is the case in mountain fields. The terrain is uneven and cannot be gathered together in one place. Because the utilization rate is not high, it is not considered terraced fields, and centralized irrigation cannot be started from high places. Therefore, this high-altitude bridge irrigation method must be used.  Fei Jianzi stood on the roof of Zi's house, his mouth slightly open, staring at everything in front of him in stunned silence.  The water tank made of bamboo tubes is like a giant winding dragon, an unsheathed sword, or smooth meridians. The lines and colors are all so wonderful.  The wheels driven by the water flow store water on one side and spit out water on the other. Half of them are filled with water and half are without water. They are like the Yin and Yang Tai Chi that are constantly rotating. They are endless and flowing.
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