The next day, before dawn, Xin Zixiu went to Wangjia Village outside the city with Shenzhou Zhixian and others, although Wangjia Village is adjacent to the river, but the water level of the small river leading to the Hutuo River has also dropped more than three feet, and only some river water still flows in the middle of the river. In order to fight the drought, the people in the vicinity carried buckets to carry the pitiful river water to the fields every day, although it was a drop in the bucket, but they also saved a few acres of fields.

But even so, for the people, if they can save an acre, there will always be an acre of harvest, which is also the hope for their families to survive and not escape the famine or even starve to death.

On this day, the front of the ridge was crowded with officials from various houses in Shenzhou Prefecture and County, most of them were curiously looking at the things on the ground—a pile of iron pipes six or seven feet long with an arm thick resting on the ground, and there were several other iron tools on the ground.

"Zhiyuan, what are these?"

Xin Zixiu asked puzzled.

He's been busy making these things in the blacksmith shop these days?

"It's all used to dig wells."

Shi Yiwen said with a smile.

In later generations, all the drought-fighting wells were drilled deep wells, and all drilling rigs were used, but in this era, there were neither drilling rigs for drilling wells, nor pumping machines and other equipment to pump water, so after looking up materials in the library for several hours, a photo in the book caught his attention. The photo shows a pressurized water well, the kind of water that was very common in rural areas in the 90s.

Compared with machine wells, pressurized water wells only need cast iron piston wells and water pipes deep into the ground, and water can be lifted from ten meters deep underground through piston movement, that is, more than three zhang deep underground. Despite the limited amount of water produced from man-made pressurized wells, they were still used for local drought relief in the eighties and nineties, and even in some areas of the twenty-first century, especially in the nineties, when pressurized wells were often used for temporary emergency drought relief.

Moreover, the equipment for pressing the well is actually very simple, only a few iron rods two or three meters long and five or six centimeters in diameter. There is an iron rod with a drill bit at the tip: it is a device with a tip and tail thicker than the iron rod, and it is by means of it that it squeezes through the soil to form the shaft. When drilling wells, these iron rods can be connected into a whole by screws at both ends.

Pressurized water wells, which are extremely simple and inexpensive, are undoubtedly the most suitable "irrigation" facilities for this era, of course, they are time-consuming and labor-intensive, but the daily output of a well can still irrigate several acres of land. It's not enough, but it's enough.

"This, how do these things dig wells?"

Xin self-cultivation question, in exchange for Shi Yiwen's pretended mysterious smile.

"Futai just watch! If all goes well, a well can be drilled in a maximum of an hour! ”

Subsequently, Shi Yiwen chose a place to dig a well, in fact, there is no skill, as long as it is deep enough. Then he commanded the blacksmith beside him.

"Li Desheng, let's be here!"

The method of pressing the well was very simple, under the command of Shi Yiwen, Li Desheng and several apprentices from the blacksmith shop, first dug a pit in the place he chose, then poured a small amount of water to soften the soil, and then raised the iron rod, and struck it hard with the tip downward.

"This, so that you can also dig a well?"

Zhou Xuekun's eyes widened, as a well digger, he and other well craftsmen were invited by the government.

"Brother Zhou, the well drilled like this is another fart?"

"But isn't it, from ancient times to the present, this well has been dug with a shovel and a shovel, so how did you get it?"

If it weren't for the fact that the prefect was here, it is estimated that these wellsmiths would have thrown off their sleeves a long time ago, and there would be such a good temper there.

Listening to the words of the well craftsmen, Li Yi, the magistrate of the county, had a bitter face and stood beside Xin Zixiu.

"Futai, you see, this, this is too nonsense! This, so that can be drilled? Isn't drilling a well a smashing a well? ”

"But no, even if a three-foot deep well is drilled like this, what's the use? It's just a wellhead with a thick arm, and I'm afraid I can't even lift water......"

"Hehe, a well with thick arms, even if you dig it out, you can have a fart......"

The cynicism around him made Xin Zixiu's face extremely ugly, and he said in a muffled voice.

"Just wait and see."

In this regard, Shi Yiwen didn't care, he just commanded a few blacksmiths to "dig wells". With the efforts of the blacksmiths, the pointed drill bit is squeezed through the soil layer to form a wellbore, which is then lifted and struck again. Soon an iron rod was mostly deep into the ground. Pick up the second root, lift the impact again, then the third root, and the fourth root, and find that the more you go down, the softer the soil becomes, half a foot deep at a time! And there is no need to lift and hit down, two people grabbed the iron rod and pressed it down, and the iron rod slowly went deeper. Now it's fast, and soon the fifth root is pressed into the ground, and it's done!

After the iron rod was pulled out, Shi Yiwen deliberately looked at the tip, and the tip was dragged up with dripping mud.

There is water!

"Bring the bamboo!"

As soon as Shi Yiwen's words fell, Li Desheng and they came over with a big bamboo, and in later generations, the water diversion pipes of pressurized water wells were all iron pipes, but here Shi Yiwen chose Maozhu. Although its lifespan is not as good as that of iron pipes, it has a wide range of sources in this era, the quantity is sufficient, and the most important thing is that it is cheap enough for the common people to afford.

After working for half a morning, after the wellbore was completed, under the gaze of everyone, the bamboo well pipe was lowered, and then a cast iron well head was pressed.

After the well head was pressed, Xin Zixiu, who had long been impatient, said in a hurry.

"Zhiyuan, is this good?"

Even though he had never seen a pressurized water well, he still felt that he was almost finished.

"Almost, just wait for the water to come up and drain the mud!"

Shi Yiwen explained as he poured the water from the bucket into the well, and then began to press the water. Under the gaze of everyone, the iron wellhead pressed the iron handle from time to time, and the yellow mud water was pressed out from time to time.

Even though it's just muddy water, it still makes everyone dumbfounded!

"This, how is this possible!"

Zhou Xuekun and the other well craftsmen all widened their eyes in astonishment, they stared at the iron well, stared at the muddy water pressed out of the well, and muttered.

"W, how did this water come out?"

Although the water was pressed out of the iron well, which was impossible to produce water, it still made the onlookers all show joy in surprise.

A stunned Xin Zixiu walked to the well and reached out to take a handful of muddy water, although the muddy water was still very muddy, he still muttered excitedly.

"There is water, there is water, this is good, the people of Shenzhou can be saved, this is really the yellow spring water, a good treasure to save the people of the world......"