I farmed in ancient times

Not long after, there was a sound of fighting on the mountain.

The villagers ambushing on the side of the mountain fought with the outside villagers, and the torches were lit, sending a bad message down the mountain.

"Someone is breaking in."

Chief Qi knocked on the bluestone with a pipe in his hand, tied the pipe around his waist, stood up and spread his arms, like a roc spreading its wings, and flew towards the mountain side.

Li was circling anxiously when the people on the side comforted him and called for people to go up the mountain.

Five more.

Oriental Lubai.

The sound of fighting stopped, and the morning light reflected the blurred shadow of the escort going down the mountain.

Cassia couldn't hold back his sleepiness, and threw his head forward.

Unable to hold back the astringency of his eyelids, Wang Wenqi moved his nest, and the two of them dozed off back to back.

Six more.

It was bright.

The villagers who got up early heard that someone was coming to steal water again in the middle of the night, and rushed towards the ancestral hall.

Shi Xiaohua saw two familiar suspicious figures tied to the ground, and quickly ran to the ancestral hall with a small basket to call for Uncle Shi. Uncle Shi took a closer look, isn't this Cassia Ming and Wang Wenqi?

"Father, are they really them?" Shi Xiaohua held a small basket and looked into the ground on tiptoe.

Uncle Shi said firmly: "Look at that head, it must be Cassia, but I don't know how he was tied in the ground."

Cassia heard someone talking, and looked at the ground with dim eyes.

It's Uncle Shi and his daughter.

"Uncle Shi!" Jue Ming shouted, "Uncle Shi! It's me!"

Uncle Shi said to Xiaohua: "Look, it's really that little monkey, I'll untie the rope for them." While talking, Uncle Shi had already got down to the ground, loosened Cassia Ming's ties in two or three, and squeezed Cassia Ming's arm with his thick hands leg.

Jueming rubbed his wrists, raised his head and thanked: "Thank you Uncle Shi, I'll just rest for a while, you can take a look at Wang Wenqi first."

Uncle Shi looked at Wang Wenqi. Wang Wenqi was full of bitterness, sitting on the ground and spinning around, his legs seemed to be useless.

"Legs are numb, just take a break." Uncle Shi was lucky, and squeezed Wang Wenqi's legs with a pair of big hands. Wang Wenqi only felt that the numbness of his legs dissipated quickly with the heat, so he couldn't help but look at Uncle Shi more.

"Okay, let's go." Uncle Shi walked to the edge of the field, took the hatchet, and walked towards the ancestral hall with Shi Xiaohua.

Cassia got up, patted the soil on his body, looked regretfully at the rice seedlings on the ground that he had overwhelmed, followed Uncle Shi's steps, and asked Uncle Shi about the situation last night.

Shi Shudao last night, people from Wangli Village rushed over to grab water. The villagers panicked for a while, and the two sides fought.

After the elder Qi came, the other party was forced to stop due to the force value. The elder said that they lined up to fetch water at dawn, and the group fought on the mountain. They didn't go home all night, and they all rushed to fetch water first.

No wonder he was silently beaten to the ground last night, Jue Ming said, this Wang Licun is really... impatient.

After a quick chat with Uncle Shi, Jue Ming said goodbye and went home.

After returning home, Jue Ming opened the door, and inside the door Cen Chaoan sat at the door in a daze, weeping with his little head in his hands.

"??" Jueming stepped forward, "What's wrong?"

"I didn't see you when I got up early in the morning." Cen Chaoan dipped his cuffs into the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said loudly, "I thought no one was cooking this morning!"

Cassia: "..."

Jueming: "What about the truth?"

Cen Chaoan twisted the hem of his clothes, "Brother, why did you throw me home alone last night!" Fortunately, he thought that his brother really stayed at home and did not go out.

Jue Ming patted Cen Chaoan's head, "I have something to do in the village, so I have to go out, boy, I'll cook."

Cen Chaoan moved the small wooden chair and shouted: "I want to eat sugar buns!"

"Okay, okay." Jueming said, "Sugar bag."

Turning around and going to East Kitchen, Jue Ming cooked the porridge, took out some fresh eggs and fried crabs, and when he finally brought the cooking cakes, he took two small buns of rabbit sugar to steam for Cen Chaoan.

In the afternoon, I heard that the people who came to fetch water last night made another big fuss, and it stopped after receiving the water. The villagers who "participated in the war" last night more or less died, sat in a row at the entrance of the village, and invited doctors one by one Check.

Li Zheng got a headache from watching it.

Caesar hurriedly went to help the doctor, helping to distribute bruises and medicated oil.

It is urgent to get water. The nearby villages heard that Damo Township is willing to divide the water, and they are rushing here. A group of people discussed in the house for a long time, and they are judging how much water each village needs. They plan it that day and wait for tomorrow. .

Lizheng personally arranged for the water fetching. When he heard that ten nearby villages were coming, the villagers in Damo Township became dissatisfied: they discovered the water, they dug the canal, and the other villages didn’t do anything, just wanted to sit back and enjoy the benefits ?

When other villages came to fetch water, no one said a word, they all blocked the entrance of the village to prevent people from entering.

Wangli Village is used to unreasonable troubles, and it doesn't matter if Damo Township divides them up, but there are so many villages, let them fetch water one by one... What does Damo Township use to irrigate the land?sweat?

Hearing that the villagers were making trouble in the village, Lizheng had to lean on crutches and staggered towards the entrance of the village, blowing his beard and staring angrily.

"Shut up!" Lizheng poked the ground with his cane, "No one wants to work hard for a year without a harvest because of such a natural disaster this year."

"Whether the rice can be harvested or not depends on the past few days. Even out some water, we use less, and everyone can have a full year."

As he said that, Lizheng scanned the circle of villagers below, "Think about the pros and cons of it yourself."

If some water is not evenly distributed, will other villages quietly watch Damo Township carry water to irrigate the fields, and the grains will be plentiful?Certainly not.

The villagers at the entrance of the village were persuaded, and they didn't know who started it first. They turned around and went back. They gradually dispersed and stopped blocking.

On the side of the hillside, Jue Ming stood at the door, watching the group of people coming up the hill.

The heads of households and elders led people to preside over the water collection overnight. Those who came to fetch water were led by Lizheng, and each household registered to fetch water.

All night, the mountain was noisy.

After taking water like this for five or six days, the weather was still extremely dry. The water in the pool gradually changed from as thick as a python to a silver thread, which could break at any time, leaving only a thin layer of water at the bottom of the pool.

Other villages closed as soon as they were ready, and they came and went quickly. The villagers in Damo Township saw the empty pool, and some people cried on the spot.

Obviously they dug the pool, and they worked so hard to bring the water here, but others took all the benefits. Seeing their own land cracked and cracked, the mood of the whole village was unprecedentedly low.

Seeing it in his eyes, Cassia felt guilt filled his heart.

At dawn, Jueming made breakfast, left a note saying that he was going to the mountain, asked Chaoan to eat breakfast and go to school, and sneaked up the mountain with Lanzhu.

The waterfall above the pool is like a thin line, obviously there is not much water left.

No one came to the mountain temple in the morning and noon, so Jueming picked a hidden place and filled the canal with water.

Jueming doesn't know how much water the blue pearl can store. He only knows that it has absorbed the water from the flood and has not run out yet, and it seems that it has a lot of "water" that can give birth to plants.

With the help of Lan Zhu, the pool at the foot of the mountain quickly returned to its former form. The villagers swept away their sorrowful faces and happily picked up water to irrigate the fields. When other villages came to fetch water, the water stopped flowing not long after.

Someone didn't believe in evil, and went up to the mountain to have a look, but no one cut off the water from it.

Cassia took the blue beads and poured water for a few days, and the water in the lake recovered, and the water slowly flowed down the mountain, which could still supply the village with daily water.

Wang Licun came to play the autumn wind three times a day, very punctual.

The cracked land is full of water, and when the grouting period arrives, the rice will fill up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and every household has a harvest, and they can't help but smile happily.

Cassia stood at the head of the field, looking at the endless rice in the field.

"Cassia—" Uncle Shi greeted him with a sickle, "Why don't you go back? It's hot outside!"

Caesar went down to the field, tied up his cuffs and said, "Isn't this here to help Master?"

Uncle Shi bared his teeth and smiled, and the murderous look on his face disappeared completely. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary villager. He took out his sickle and said with a smile, "I knew you would come."

In the past few years, Cassia Ming has often come to help. Uncle Shi and the two bent over to cut the rice, talking a few words from time to time.

In the past few years, with the rice seeds from Shiwen Liangpu, the output of rice in the field has increased greatly, and a lot can be sold after paying enough agricultural taxes. Even after a long drought this year, the output of rice has not decreased much.

That's where the drought resistance of hybrid rice comes into play.Caesar lowered his head to cut the rice, thinking about many things again.

Hybrid rice can only breed new seeds every year, so that the harvest can be guaranteed in the field.If the harvested hybrid rice is used as seeds, the rice will change to its original appearance within a few years.

Hybrid rice has great advantages, but its disadvantages are not without.Jueming didn't dare to think, if he suddenly hiccupped in the Song Dynasty, would these technologies that can improve crops disappear?

Or, do you want to continue?Maybe I can change history by myself, and my brother can see the clues left by me from the changed history, and deduce that I can live well here?

Cassia was concentrating in a daze, and the mechanical movement of cutting rice in his hands did not stop.

Uncle Shi’s popularity in the village is very good. Some people have a lot of manpower. After harvesting their own rice, they come to help Uncle Shi’s family. The new rice that has been beaten into a snow-white crystal.

The fragrance of new rice came, followed by a letter from Cen Daonian.

Cen Daonian said that everything had been arranged and asked Jue Ming to bring Chao An to Bianjing. He arranged for a trustworthy person to take Jue Ming and Chao An to Bianjing in a carriage.

The letter was faster than that person. After receiving the letter, Jue Ming started to prepare to leave.

Uncle Shi stood in the yard holding the small stone that spit out bubbles, watching Cassia Ming pack his luggage, a look of reluctance appeared on the face of the big man who was not good at expressing his emotions.

Caesar put his notebook in the box and smiled at Uncle Shi: "Master, why is he showing such an expression? I'm just going to Bianjing. When Xiao Shitou can go far away, you can take him with you. I invite you Go eat in a restaurant."

"I'm not going." Uncle Shi expressed his disgust and left with the little stone in his arms.

After a while, Uncle Shi came over and handed a black bow to Caesar, "This bow is for you."

Jueming took it curiously. The bow was only half a meter long, which was small compared to normal bows. When he pulled the bowstring, Jueming didn't pull it.

Uncle Shi took the bow from his hand, pulled it with his hand, and said, "This bow is a ten-stone bow. If you practice more, you will be able to draw it."

After a pause, Uncle Shi said: "I, Old Shi, have never confiscated apprentices in my life, and I just made an exception for you."

Jueming was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was overjoyed, and hurriedly lifted up his robe and knelt down, paying homage to his teacher.

Uncle Shi solemnly handed the bow to Jueming, who held it in both hands, and Uncle Shi said, "This bow is called Crow, so I will give it to you."

Cassia: "..." Sure enough, one shouldn't expect Uncle Shi to be named.

Uncle Shi accepted his apprentice and gave him a bow, Shi Shi ran away.

Until the people who came to pick up Cassia arrived in Damo Township, God still didn't drop a single drop of rain.

With such weather, those far away in Tokyo who are listening to politics behind a curtain can't sit still.

There were discussions all over the palace. Some people said that it was the Empress Dowager who aroused the wrath of the heavens by taking power, and protested in heaven, while others said that it was the empress dowager who suppressed the emperor, offended the real dragon, and provoked punishment from heaven.

It was a day, the cicadas were singing loudly, and the heat was overwhelming.

Under the instruction of the Empress Dowager and the arrangement of the Ministry of Rites, the emperor who has not yet reached the crown went to Xiangguo Temple to pray for rain.

It's strange to say that other places have good weather and weather, and this year the Central Plains has been suffering from drought for thousands of miles.