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Chapter 158 Restless
Poet He put down the curtain of the car and couldn't help sighing: "It's rare that someone still applies water like this when there is a drought and lack of water."

In order to prevent droughts and floods, local governments will build water conservancy facilities and use reservoirs and canals to store water and release floods.

However, in such a severe drought, even if the reservoir is dry, there is no good way to divert water. Even if there is a reservoir, it is difficult to take care of all the people.

Those rich and noble families wish to store more water at home, but why would they spend manpower and material resources at this time trying to find a way to get the water from the reservoir and distribute it to the poor people.

Shi Shui's Temple of Earth was just ahead, and after walking for a few miles, he saw a long queue in front of the Temple of Earth on the side of the road.

Due to the fact that there were too many people queuing for water, the carriages and horses had to slow down.

He Zheng stepped forward and said, "Qi Niangzi, Lord Shilang, there are so many people right now, I'm afraid our carriages and horses won't be able to get through for a while."

"Then stop to the side of the road and wait."

Through the lifted car curtain, you can see the front of Shi Shui, a flag fluttering slightly in the air with the word "Peace" written on it.

In the middle of the table, there is a three-foot-high shrine, which is only a little far away, but it is difficult to see which god is enshrined on it.

People with wooden barrels or water bags on their backs are lining up to fetch water according to the instructions of the person who dispensed water.

After taking the water, the commoners will consciously walk to the shrine and bow to the shrine to express their gratitude.

He Lingjiang watched from a distance, and could not help but raise his brows.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, and someone was arguing.

An old man stared blankly at the bucket of water that fell to the ground. A bucket of water was poured onto the dry soil, but in the blink of an eye, it all seeped into the soil and disappeared.

There seemed to be some daze on his face, and he muttered: "Is it gone? It's gone like this?"

Then, he reacted suddenly, staggered forward, grabbed the middle-aged man who knocked him over: "You pay my water, pay my water!"

The middle-aged man was also stunned for a moment. While protecting the bucket in his hand, he turned him aside: "How can you blame me? You accidentally bumped into me!"

"It was you who knocked me down, you pay me water!" The old man pulled him and refused to let go.

Now there is a shortage of water, rivers and ponds are drying up, and the land is beginning to crack. Not to mention irrigation of farmland, even daily drinking has become a problem.

Fortunately, there are good people from the Taiping religion, who have spared no effort to travel far, and often come here to give water.

But after all, the amount of water is limited. Each household can only receive one bucket every two days. This is the rule.

The bucket of water in this bucket is the water for the whole family for two days. Now that it has been sprinkled like this, where does he go to find water?

The middle-aged man firmly guarded his water, lest he be taken away by the old man: "Go away quickly, or don't blame me for being rude!"

The two were torn apart like this, and the originally peaceful team suddenly became restless.

"Stop it!" Seeing that a fight was about to begin, Shi Shui's men hurried forward to stop them and separated the two, "Why are you arguing and arguing here?"

The old man loosened his grip on the man's shirt and cried, "Xianchang, this man knocked my water over, and now he doesn't acknowledge it!"

"Nonsense!" The man was not to be outdone, "It was clearly you who bumped into it yourself."

Although the two stopped their hands, their quarrel was uncertain.

The person who gave the water got a headache from their quarrel, and quickly shook his hand: "Okay, stop arguing. This old man, since your water was accidentally spilled, I will give you an extra bucket today. "

"Really?" The old man's eyes burst into surprise, as if he couldn't believe it.

In this way, the water for the past two days has finally settled.

The man nodded: "Naturally."

After that, he looked around at the people around him, and then said loudly: "Recently, the water in the reservoir has become less and less, and even if our Taiping Sect did our best, we can only transport this water. I hope you folks Love it, don't accidentally spill it."

"It must be the case, we will be more careful. The immortals of the Taiping Sect can pity the suffering of the people and lend a helping hand in time. We are also grateful."

Everyone's faces were full of gratitude, and they bowed their hands to the man to express their gratitude.

In the whole of Shaoyang, there was no rain in March, and the water source became less and less. It was thanks to the immortal elders of the Taiping Sect that they were freed from the pain of running around for water.

The man waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, everyone. Tomorrow, I will teach the Master, and I will ask for a rain sacrifice at the Qixing Pond Terrace outside the city. When the heavy rain comes, it will be able to relieve our suffering of lack of water."

When the people around heard it, their eyes lit up: "Is the teacher going to pray for rain?"

As a result, this drought must be over soon.

The crowd couldn't help but cheer up.

Poet He turned his head to the side and looked at He Lingjiang curiously: "Taiping Sect... Judging by the way they dress, they look like people from Taoism. Ling Jiang, have you heard of it?"

He Lingjiang shook his head slightly: "Based on the original purpose of Taoism, there are countless moral sects derived from it. Although the Taoist 72 Temples are orthodox, there are also many folk schools. This Taiping sect, I am the first I heard it once."

"Being able to spend energy to transport water to the people who are short of water can be regarded as a charity." Poet He looked at the long queue outside the car.

He Lingjiang was undecided.

There are naturally many people who are willing to be kind and support the righteous in the temple sect of the world, but if it is said that there is no selfishness behind this kindness, no one can draw a conclusion on this.

By doing good deeds to expand the congregation, establish a good reputation, and deepen the faith of the congregation, it is also a common method used by various denominations.

It's just that this method is not considered fraudulent, and for some people, it does have some substantial benefits, and no one is criticizing it.

After everyone had led the water, the road was finally empty, and He Lingjiang and his group drove slowly into the city.

Compared with the bustling flowers in other county towns, Shaoyang City seems very deserted, the air is full of dryness, and when you take a breath, you feel that there is a lot of dust floating in the air.

He Lingjiang and the others stopped in front of an inn.

Shaoyang is dry, and the small rivers have stopped flowing, and the water in each well has long since bottomed out.

Everyone is worried about water. Except for the ice shop, the drink shop and the newly opened water shop, the business is particularly hot.

Many guys were sent home, and only the owner or shopkeeper guarded a deserted shop.

At this moment, the shopkeeper of the inn was leaning on the table, bored to pass the time, and his eyes lit up when he saw their group of cars and horses.

(End of this chapter)