The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 105 Mythical version of the excavation site

Unlike others, Fang Yu could really see Teacher Pan's giant hand holding the sewing needle.

He could also see some different colors of chalk dust on Teacher Pan's fingers.

Obviously she was thinking about her son, and she hurried back just after class.

Teacher Pan, who has always loved cleanliness, actually forgot to wash his hands.

This giant hand is huge in the world. If she opens her palm and slaps it down, it will definitely turn the entire Laishui County into ruins.

If these ancient people were allowed to see it for real, they would just lie on the ground in fear and tremble.

Fang Yu felt an extremely warm feeling. He remembered that he had held this hand countless times when he was a child. In his memory, Teacher Pan's hand was very warm.

Involuntarily, he began to miss Teacher Pan like never before.

Teacher Pan held the No. [-] needle and crossed it in front of him with unstoppable momentum. When he reached the slightly wider river downstream, he shifted left and right and made two more strokes.

At this time, a deep gully had been left in the river, and high amounts of sediment were piled up on both sides. The river water, which had a small flow, also took the opportunity to flow into the gully.

Seen from a distance, there is really no water at all on the Juma River bed.

However, the villagers who regarded water as life were no longer panicked. When such a scene appeared in front of them, no one knew that it was the gods coming to help.

People are self-centered. They don't even have that row of trains in their eyes. They only think that the gods are here to help them.

The villagers along the coast have already knelt down on the spot, waiting expectantly for the gods to give them water.

Hong Qi was the first to kneel down, and he even pushed his little naughty boy to the ground.

"Be honest, there are gods in the sky watching us."

There is also his fierce mother-in-law who no longer dares to complain about Hong Qi. She also feels that her man is a bit powerful now.

Teacher Pan finished clearing the predetermined river section, took back the sewing needle, took out a piece of paper from the paper drawer next to it, and spread it flat on the table.

She put on her glasses and first picked out some large logs and boulders from the river with her bare hands and put them on the paper.

In Teacher Pan's eyes, these things are too small.

In the eyes of everyone at the riverside, they saw those big trees big enough for three people to surround them rising from the river and disappearing through the clouds.

And the boulder that could stand on a few people, or even a dozen people, just flew up lightly, and the river water and sediment fell from it.

The ancient people looked at this wonderful scene and were all amazed.

There was also the gentleman sitting under the shade. He was so happy that he ate several pieces of cakes in a row.

On the contrary, Fang Yu's heart was beating fast as he watched, fearing that if Teacher Pan loosened his fingers, the boulder would fall from the sky.

This thing should be as powerful as a meteorite, right?Even if part of it melts in the air and only one-tenth of it falls to the ground, it will cause a major accident by the Juma River.

After all, Teacher Pan’s perspective was different. She didn’t think about “meteors falling from the sky”, but she still knew that people would die if the rocks hit them.

So she picked it up very carefully.

Because Erpokou is surrounded by mountains on both sides, there are many large trees and boulders in this section of the river.Teacher Pan carefully picked them out and put them on the paper... At first glance, I thought she had just eaten a bunch of grapes.

After clearing these large obstacles, Teacher Pan picked up the ear pick and prepared to deal with the mud and sand.

The spoon is still too big, and the river bed is also bumpy. Teacher Pan searched for it for a long time yesterday, and finally felt that an ear spoon is the most suitable.

When the ear pick reached the sky above the Juma River, the silver light was still shining.

Senior Senior and Lao Liu looked at each other and already had the "correct" answer in their hearts: This must be the transformation of the sewing needle just now!
Fang Yu didn't know that these people had already been poisoned by Journey to the West. In his eyes, Teacher Pan was now like the excavator master of later generations.

Every time the "bucket" falls in the Juma River, it can take away a large amount of accumulated sediment... Well, in fact, the river sand here can be used to make sand ash (river sand plus glutinous rice juice) to build the city wall and the house are the strongest.

The moist river mud is also a good fertilizing material. It is really a waste to be dug up and discarded like this.

But now there are too many people by the river, and Teacher Pan is afraid that if the shovelful of sand falls down, some people may be buried.

In short, Teacher Pan is still cleaning the sand shovel by shovel, and all the people on the shore are watching with gusto.

In later generations, when an excavator was working on a construction site, a large number of men would gather around it, let alone such a mythical excavation scene?
Not only the local gentry and villagers like to watch it.

Sun Chuanting, Yang Wenyue, Min Wenggong... They also felt extremely comfortable watching. Their eyes followed the ear pick and fell into the river for a while, and then followed it to the sky.

If the earpick went to heaven and didn't come back for a while, they would be very anxious...

Teacher Pan dug continuously for more than two minutes, and finally the sediment from Erpokou to the lower reaches of the river was almost cleared.

So she put down the ear pick, wrapped up the large logs, boulders, and sand with paper towels, and threw them into the trash can nearby.

Then she pulled the floor-standing clothes hanger from the living room door, turned around and went to the kitchen, and when she came back, she had a few more plastic bags in her hand.

I originally thought of hanging a bucket on the hanger, but the iron one was too heavy and the rubber one was too brittle.

Well, the plastic buckets nowadays are all made of raw rubber. If you hang it up and drill a hole, it is very likely that it will collapse down to the bottom.

Not to mention a puddle of water in the living room, it will be a world-ending disaster in Laishui County. This is much more terrifying than the prehistoric flood.

In the final comparison, the [-]-cent plastic bags in supermarkets are the most stable and reliable.

This "most reliable" was said by Fang Yu, but Teacher Pan actually thought it was very unreliable.

Fang Yu reminded him to fold two more plastic bags, but Teacher Pan directly folded eight into them. He felt a little thicker when he pinched them with his fingers, which made him feel a little relieved.

People along the Juma River are looking forward to it. The villagers are looking forward to the water to irrigate their crops, and the craftsmen are looking forward to the waterwheel turning so they can keep their jobs.

And Sun Chuanting, wasn't he also looking forward to this batch of matchlock guns when he came this time?
In fact, the favorite firearm of the Ming army was not the matchlock gun. They liked the cannon first, and the three-eyed gun second (the gun can be used as a hammer after firing).

Don't Sun Chuanting and the others know that the most popular tactic in the world right now is to line up and shoot with a matchlock gun?
Of course you know.

There are many Spanish and Portuguese missionaries living in Beijing now.

In fact, Xu Guangqi, Sun Yuanhua and others previously wanted to build an army of pure artillery + matchlock guns.

(End of this chapter)