Mo Qian and his entourage first settled in Sheung Shui Village, and after discussion in the ancestral hall, Mo Qian finally understood the whole story. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It is nothing more than a shortage of water caused by a great drought and no rain for months, and the two villages have a conflict over the issue of water use, and Zheng Peng's participation makes this matter even more complicated.

But in the final analysis, it comes back to the word "water shortage".

The first way to solve the problem of the two villages is to reduce the flow of water, save water through various means, and also take care of the irrigation of the farmland, as long as it survives the two months of drought.

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It's that this method has been practiced by people in two villages before this, and it doesn't work.

And Mo Qian didn't have any advanced water-saving technology, and the drip irrigation technology in Israel in his previous life was very powerful, but he couldn't move it at all, and the method was vetoed.

So there's only one way left----- open source.

There is a large river ten miles away from Sheung Shui Village, and the water source is abundant, as long as the tributaries of this big river can flow through Sheung Shui Village, not only can the water of the two villages be solved, but also the villages within a radius of 100 miles can be prepared.

However, the so-called straight-line distance, that is, no matter what method you use, whether it is teleportation or crossing mountains, as long as you can reach it.

However, the fact is that there are two mountains between Sheung Shui Village and the big river, and two hours is the shortest time to walk from Sheung Shui Village to the big river.

Moreover, it is really difficult for people to carry back from the lower reaches of the river.

The people of Sheung Shui Village send young adults to carry water every day, and it is far from enough to carry it back.

In the previous life, there were solutions, such as directly chiseling through the mountain, then building a bridge to divert the water, or using a pipeline to transport water, but unfortunately, Mo Qian did not know what excavator stir-fry technology was, let alone how to hollow out the mountain.

So even if you know that the water is right in front of you, you still can't do anything.

According to their estimates, it will take less than ten days for all the crops to die.

In other words, Mo Qian had to solve the water problem in the two villages within 10 days.

Mo Qian could only comfort them first, biased the water use towards people's domestic water, and promised to solve their problems.

The people of the two villages left at this time, but they were still a little uneasy in their hearts.

In the blink of an eye, the eaves are half dusk, and the sky is sunset.

The sky gradually darkened, the heat gradually dissipated, and the night in Ningyuan County was still cold and lonely, not to mention the farmer's house, which should have been a good night.

But looking at the empty water tank, even the most naughty child can't afford to have the urge to play.

Mo Qian sat in the room arranged for him by the village chief, splashing ink all over the window at night, and the moonlight hung on the horizon.

I got up and walked outside the village, and after thinking about it for a long time, I still had no clue in my heart.

Mo Qian shook his head, instead of thinking about it like this, it was better to go to practice first to release the bitterness in his heart.

Mo Qian went straight to a small forest outside the village, which was about two miles away from Sheung Shui Village, and the quiet forest did not look dark and gloomy under the moonlight.

In the past half a month, because of the "Xuanji Heart Method" and the teachings of Bai Daoren, Mo Qian's skills have been growing day by day, and he can reach the middle stage of martial arts.

After all, with the supreme master of the Fifth Rank Martial Arts here, there is no need to worry about cultivation at a low stage.

However, the exercises that Mo Qian collected when saving people, Bai Daoren only let him practice two of them, and he still looked disgusted.

One of them is the Yunxingmen's yellow-level martial arts star-chasing sword technique, Mo Qian pulled out the sword, and Yuehua circulated on the sword, reflecting this sword extremely sharp.

Silently held his breath, mobilized the internal force, injected the internal force into the sword body, and with a turn of his wrist, a beautiful sword flower brushed between the leaves, and several leaves seemed to have lost their lives and drooped down.

Mo Qian's eyes suddenly burst into light.

In the night, those leaves were infinitely magnified in Mo Qian's eyes, and with a flick of the sword, those leaves were like arrows off the string, "clanging", tightly pressing against the trunk.

"After practicing diligently in the past few days, the progress is not bad."

Mo Qian smiled slightly, and really began to dance the sword.

The star-chasing sword technique, as the name suggests, is a technique that puts speed first, and every move strives to hit with one hit.

Shen is like an old acacia, moving like thunder.

But the biggest drawback is that it consumes a lot of internal force, and Mo Qian often gets exhausted just a few times when he uses this sword technique.

And after the strength was improved to the martial artist, the power of this set of swordsmanship seemed to be a little insufficient.

I don't understand why Senior Bai chose such a set of swordsmanship for himself, obviously there are many better exercises in those dozens of sets.

For example, the Hanshan faction has a set of swordsmanship called Xiaoxiao Junzi Sword, which is very suitable for him.

Although it is not very powerful, it can't stand it and is handsome.

Mo Qian felt that it was simply tailor-made for a handsome guy like himself.

But Senior Bai didn't look at it, and threw it into the corner casually after saying "flower fist embroidered legs".

Mo Qian was also embarrassed to pick it up, so he had to practice this set of swordsmanship.

Mo Qian jumped, the long sword surrounded his body, and for a while, the sword light flashed in the woods, and the fallen leaves flew.

With a slight touch of his feet on the tree, his body suddenly shot out like a flash of lightning.

The big tree that Jian Feng pointed at cracked in response to the sound, and the knife was inserted into the trunk like a tofu, and with a swing upward, the whole tree broke off from the end of the canopy and fell to the ground with a bang.

After practicing a set of swordsmanship, Mo Qian's body was sweating profusely, and he didn't step on it steadily, so he fell directly to the ground, panting heavily, sore and weak.

He can see that he always tells tragic stories to Bai's predecessors, and he is taking revenge on himself!

Get up and pat the dust on his body, this body is mud and sweat, he can't sleep, he must find a place to wash.

By the way, didn't Village Chief Tang just say it today? There is a big river two mountains away from here, so you might as well go to the lower reaches of the river to wash it off.

Mobilize the internal force again, soar into the air, skim over the leaves, shuttle through the woods, like a ghost breaking through the air.

Compared with the set of "star-chasing swordsmanship" just now, which is powerful but also poisonous, this set of "Ten Thousand Miles" is much more practical.

It is very good in the Huang-level exercises, and the speed is very fast.

Of course, the key point is to save effort.

Think about it, if you fight with others, you can't beat others, and you are tired even halfway through escaping, it is really embarrassing.

Half an hour later, Mo Qian came to the lower reaches of the great river.

The mountain path that others find very difficult is nothing to those of them who have practiced martial arts.

Mo Qian stood on the cliff, looking at the bed of the river with a height difference of dozens of zhang in the distance, and the momentum of the river was unstoppable.

Closer downstream, however, it appears calm and soothing, and the river sparkles in the moonlight, reflecting a faint glow that is intoxicating.

If the water from this river can be brought to Sheung Shui Village, I don't know how many lives can be saved.

But how can I lure her in?

The canal dug by Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty used millions of laborers across the country, but it still took five or six years.

What's more, I don't have so much labor here, and second, I can't quench my thirst from far water.

Although it didn't take long, Mo Qian estimated that if he did it alone, it would be impossible to complete the project in a few months.

By then, the desolation and damning will be almost gone, so what's the point?

After still not coming up with any solution for a while, Mo Qian decided to put these aside and take a shower first.

Come to a remote place, a corner of the river downstream.

The surrounding area is densely wooded, and the tributaries of the great river pour into a recess, forming an enclosed lake.

Here, there are benefits of bathing.

Mo Qian probed through the trees, and then it was difficult to see the surface of the lake, which was extremely quiet.

But there is moonlight sprinkled on the surface of the lake, which does not look terrible, but has a tranquil beauty.

"Not bad." Mo Qian exclaimed. After a sweep of the afterglow, he seemed to see something on the surface of the lake, and went a little further, when suddenly his feet went limp, and he rolled and fell.

Damn, Mo Qian thought to himself, it was all the fault of the "Star Chasing Sword Technique". All of his internal strength has been depleted.

With a "plop", Mo Qian fell into the lake.

"Grunt" twice, Mo Qian floated up from the lake, wiped the water droplets on his face, and lifted the scattered long hair.

I saw a crystal clear back appear in front of my eyes.

The moonlight circulates on the body, as if it is the most crystalline jade in the world, and every inch is like a masterpiece carved by God.

The long and supple hair was scattered casually on his shoulders, and Mo Qian looked at it from behind, faintly suffocating.

The woman turned around and looked at Mo Qian blankly, her face expressionless, but the incomparably moving face made Mo Qian's heart beat non-stop, and the towering Cloud Piercing Peak on her chest, where water droplets were slowly dripping.

Mo Qian touched his nose, a little wet.