I don't want to be a saint

Chapter 112 Chapter 110 Chapter [-] is so bizarre!

The waterway station where they stayed overnight is next to Yuejiagou.

The next morning.

The middle-aged four in Ge Yi got up early and entered Yuejiagou, wanting to see the new Luoyang shovel for drilling wells.

Several people walked around the village twice, and finally found the gentleman in black soap suit.

A few of them were driving two mule carts, one carrying a strange Luoyang shovel and a water press.The mule cart behind carried five strong men with big arms and round waists.

And at the very front of the mule cart, there was a scholar wearing a blue Confucian shirt, holding a booklet in his hand, reading it while walking, and muttering words from time to time.

Ever since, the middle-aged four in Ge Yi stuck behind the mule cart and followed closely.

However, the scholar in front, holding the booklet in his hand, kept looking back and forth at the surrounding environment, as if he was looking for something, and turned from the village to the outside.

As he walked, he flipped through the booklet in his hand from time to time for comparison.

Finally, he stopped in front of a big tree by the river ditch in the north of the village, waved his arms, and exclaimed excitedly: "Here! It's here!"

The big tree is very tall, the canopy is like an umbrella, and the flowers and plants under the tree are also extremely lush and lush.Not affected by the drought at all.

Moreover, he still clearly remembers that the terrain here is low-lying, and whenever the river ditch overflows, it will always wash away here.

Seeing that he had chosen his seat, the gentleman in black suit quickly jumped out of the mule cart and shouted loudly: "Work!"

The five strong men on the mule cart came over carrying the new Luoyang shovel and stood at the position designated by the scholar.

When I was young, one of the strong men took the lead, clenched the shovel lever with both hands, swung his arms round and thrust vigorously into the ground: "Hey!"

Then, he raised the head of the shovel, and the gentleman in soap clothes stood aside, knocking the dirt off the head of the shovel with a wooden stick in his hand.

The two cooperated tacitly, one after another, and the shovel continued to go deeper. After about a quarter of an hour, the strong man was already sweating profusely, so he began to change people.

After five times and three times, the sun gradually rose, and when the sun was three poles, the new Luoyang shovel had been connected to the third connecting rod.

More and more people came here to watch, and slowly they all stood in a circle. Everyone stretched their necks and looked inside curiously.

The scholar was sitting under the shade of a tree, concentrating on the booklet in his hand.

The middle-aged Ge Yi couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw this. He had an intuition that the booklet in the scholar's hand must be related to well drilling.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help reaching into his bosom, and took out a book, which was "Zuo Zhuan"!
Moreover, it is the only copy annotated by many great Confucians.After he wrapped it in a sheepskin roll, he kept it close to his body.You can see its importance.

Afterwards, he hesitated for a moment, handed it to his eldest son, and pouted at the scholar.

The young man in Lanshan couldn't help being a little dumbfounded when he took the parchment. He naturally knew about it and its importance. From his father's expression, he understood that it couldn't be changed.

Then he took the parchment and walked towards the scholar.

At this time, the strong man digging the well suddenly laughed and shouted: "Change the shovel head!"

The young man in the shawl turned around immediately and stared intently.

I saw another strong man, carrying the strange spiral thing from the mule cart, and replaced the shovel for digging the well.

Afterwards, another crossbar was inserted at the end of the long pole, and the two people began to turn left and right.

Then, a bag of muddy muddy water was lifted up, and after being poured out, it was stretched out and continued to rotate.

This goes on and on until the muddy water is thinner and thinner.

The middle-aged Ge Yi stood steadfastly by the side, staring intently, seeing this situation, he already had some guesses in his heart.He clenched his hands unconsciously, inexplicably shocked.

"Press the water machine!" The strong man shouted again.

Two strong men moved the water press from the mule cart, connected it with a long bamboo tube, and stretched it underground.

The other strong man threw off his arms and pressed the handle desperately.

With the sound of "huhu", the turbid muddy soup was pumped out, and it became clearer and clearer.

"Hey! It's out of the water!"

"Out of the water! Out of the water!"

The surrounding crowd suddenly boiled.They danced happily and yelled indiscriminately.

The middle-aged Ge Yi swallowed unconsciously, his eyes widened like copper bells, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the sun.

The scorching sun immediately stung his eyes, and he couldn't help but blacken his eyes, and then burst into tears!

But he ignored it and let his tears flow.There is only one thought in my mind, it is not yet noon!It's not until noon!

In less than two hours, a well was dug!

Just like the Arabian Nights, it is very bizarre.But the truth is right there, and it's just so bizarre.

What does it mean to drill a well in two hours?
This means that once this technology is popularized, there will be an artificial way to deal with the drought, which will save tens of millions of people from the disaster!
Can live countless people!

Ge Yi's middle-aged man couldn't help feeling a little excited, and at this time, his eldest son also used the "Zuo Zhuan" to replace the booklet in the scholar's hand.

At this moment, he felt exchanged.

"The Art of Looking at Mountains and Seeking Water" is authored by Guo Yi
Looking at mountains and looking for water, he guessed right, it really has something to do with drilling wells.But I have never heard of this name.

With this in mind, he couldn't wait to open it, and fell deeply into it.

After a long while, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, and when he raised his head, he realized that the crowd around him had dispersed at some point.

Only the scholar was left sitting under the tree, concentrating on flipping through his "Zuo Zhuan".

The young man in shawls and the old servant were studying the water press, pressing it twice from time to time, having a great time.

At this time, seeing his father looking up, he couldn't help but excitedly said: "Father, my son has already asked clearly, this new type of well-drilling method was passed down from Jiangling Mansion.

Dad, let's set off and go to Jiangling! "

But the middle-aged Ge Yi shook his head: "No hurry, go to Zhangshuikou first, and have a look at the Longmen frame!"

Yup!

The young man in shawl suddenly slapped his forehead, that's right, he hasn't seen the gantry frame yet.Since this new well-drilling method is so miraculous, the gantry frame must also have its miraculous features.

Longmen frame, as the name suggests, is taken from the meaning of carp jumping over the dragon's gate.

It must be very tall!

When they drove the mule cart along the river to the south, they saw it from a long distance before they reached Zhangshuikou.

A ship flies in the air...

Looking up along the boat, a ten-meter-high shelf is supported by the four corners and stands on the river bank.

Pulling four thick hemp ropes under the frame, a boat was hoisted high from the small river, and began to move to Zhangshui on the opposite side, and then lowered slowly.

Then, another awning boat parked in Zhangshui was hoisted high and placed in the small river on the other side of the barrage.

No need for others to tell, Ge Yi's middle-aged man naturally realized in his heart that this is Longmenjia!

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