I don't want to be a saint

Chapter 63 Can You Still Do This?
Guo Yi looked at Monk Deyuan and suddenly remembered that this master who traveled all over the north and south of Jingbei Road must be very familiar with the mountains and rivers here, and he can be regarded as a professional.

With this in mind, he asked, "Master Deyuan, you who have traveled all over the world must be very familiar with the mountains and rivers in a radius of hundreds of miles."

"Of course!" The monk responded without hesitation.

"Then think about it, are most of the lakes on our Jinghu North Road connected to rivers? The rivers flow into the lakes, and then flow out from the mouth of the lower lake."

Hearing his question, Monk Deyuan frowned in thought.

After a while, he nodded suddenly: "You are right, that's right. Except for those high mountains and big lakes, almost all the rivers on the plains are like this. Why do you ask this?"

He seems to have grabbed something, but there seems to be no trace.He stared straight at Guo Yi, wanting to get his answer.

"Then you see, we don't dare to block the big rivers. Then why don't we block these small rivers? When the river water flows into the lake, we will block the outlet of the lake and directly store water in the lake!"

The monk's eyes widened immediately.

How can you still do this?
Those lakes are much larger than ponds, which means that they can store more water.

And with more water, that ability to withstand drought increases.

What a brilliant idea!
Seeing his astonished expression, Guo Yi couldn't help smiling brightly, and continued: "We can set up gates on rivers with lakes, close the gates when there is a drought, and store water in the lake. When there is a flood, we can open the gates." Let the water go."

The more Monk Deyuan thought about it, the more he felt that this idea was feasible. This Guo Erlang is simply a monster!

"However, we have to go to the field to investigate the specific situation. Therefore, without further ado, Zhuzi and I will set off right away, and go to Zhangjiawan in the west of Shanxi first."

"Okay!" Monk Deyuan slapped his shiny head suddenly, and shouted in a very excited voice: "You guys go first. Someone sent this method of looking for mountains and waters to Jiangling City, and then went to Zhangjiawan to look for you! "

After finishing speaking, he turned around without hesitation and strode out.

"Haha...!" The loud laughter came from a distance: "I went to borrow a horse from His Highness the King of Chu, maybe it will arrive before your broken mule cart!"

Forehead…

Speaking of the mule cart...Guo Yi has had enough, but there's nothing he can do...he can't ride a horse!

Seeing that Zhuzi finished his meal, he said goodbye to his family and set off in the mule cart.

After staying in the countryside for a while, Zhuzi acquired another survival skill: driving mule carts.

Not to mention, this is a full-time four-wheel drive, panoramic sunroof, and soft leather seats.

Enjoy the luxury version of the absolute top configuration.

Moreover, it is also very fuel-efficient, and only needs one cart of grain and grass for [-] kilometers.

Apart from the bumpy road and the sun above the head, there are no major shortcomings for the time being.

With a whip in his hand, Zhu Zhu skillfully drove the mule to turn left and right, mumbling "Second Young Master, where are we going?"

"Zhangjiawan!" Guo Yi crossed his legs and held a piece of foxtail in his mouth, lying leisurely on the thatch spread in the mule cart.

"Where is that?"

"To the west of Shanxi!" He felt that the sun was getting a little hot, so he took the broken straw hat and covered his head.

The mule cart left Yanglin Village leisurely and headed north along a path by the river.

And it wasn't until this time that he truly realized the desolation of ancient times.As far as the eye can see, there are large tracts of farmland everywhere. The left side of the road is farmland, and the right side of the road is also farmland.

Even the 'Anshang Village' which is the closest to Yanglin Village in the north direction is more than ten miles away.

Even if the eyes look to the limit, it is still deserted.

The only people who are popular are those farmers who are busy carrying water to irrigate the fields.

Due to the continuous drought, the waterwheels erected by the river were obviously not enough.

As a result, these peasants can only carry two buckets with poles, go to the river to fetch water, and keep watering these seedlings that have been wilted due to drought.

In normal, rainy years, these waterwheels are completely sufficient.

But when the drought comes, it is very stretched.

There is no idle land in the world, and the peasants still starve to death.It is vividly reflected here.

Such a scene is embarrassing.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to start digging wells to store water early, and let Yang Licheng build many waterwheels.

Fortunately, His Royal Highness the King of Chu, who was inactive and could not distinguish the five grains, already knew the seriousness of the matter, and began to vigorously build waterwheels and bobbins.

I just don't know if it's too late.

After all, digging wells can only solve the problem of people eating horses and chewing horses. If they want to water the fields, it is a bit of a fantasy.

And this matter, the great scholar Xue Qingzhi also brought it up.

He, the King of Chu, Taoist Xianyun, Lu Zixi and Lu Fangzhi are discussing the implementation of the new well-drilling method.

But he had a disagreement with the king of Chu.

According to His Highness King Chu's wishes, the villages and towns that Jinghu North Road belongs to must not only dig wells in the villages for food and drink for people and animals, but also dig wells in the fields for irrigation.

On the other hand, Xue Qingzhi stroked his gray beard, shook his head and objected: "This is not feasible at all. A village has hundreds of thousands of acres of fields. How many wells will be drilled to meet the needs of watering the fields? It is too costly." Manpower!"

His Royal Highness Chu frowned, and asked in deliberation, "What if we don't dig wells to irrigate the fields? Can we continue to use the river water? But if the drought continues, there will be no water in the river."

"If the drought continues, there will be no water in the well either!"

Xue Qingzhi's words almost choked the King of Chu to death.

But what they said was also true.Although he has been in Jiangling for the past few years, the weather has been smooth and he has not encountered any drought.

But these days, he has already asked many local elders, and they all said the same thing.

Once the drought persists, nine of the ten wells will run out of water.Only those deep wells, or wellheads with special geographical locations will have water.

Seeing the two of them arguing, the Taoist interrupted, "The poor Taoist thinks that we should dig more wells when the drought is beginning to appear, and fill the fields with water before adding water to the pond."

Xue Qingzhi pondered for a while, then nodded and responded, "It's a feasible method."

"Well, since that's the case, then don't delay any longer. Well drilling and water trucks will be carried out at the same time! After filling the fields, we will store water in the pond!" King Chu finally made a decision.

Afterwards, the official document was drafted, and after Xue Qingzhi corrected it, Lu Zixi and Lu Fangzhi copied it.

Near noon, Manager Zhu hurried back to report.

"My lord, a hundred blacksmiths have been summoned. At the same time, blacksmith Zhang has also been asked to build a new well-drilling tool as an example."

The king of Chu nodded, indicating that he knew.

But the Taoist interjected: "If necessary, coercive measures can be used! Anyone who disobeys orders will be arrested by the government officials!"

Manager Zhu nodded and agreed: "Yes! I understand!"

Suddenly, there was the sound of 'thump, thump' footsteps outside.

Everyone searched for the sound and turned their heads to look, only to see Monk Deyuan walking in, covered in dust and sweating profusely.

　Is there no one to invest?
　　Could it be that the book friends are all masters who are not short of money?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)