On the first day of the new year, on this day, the ancestors will be sacrificed, although the white name crane is surnamed Bai, but he is the uncle of the Sun clan, and he is a person, so he is naturally ranked next to the patriarch and uncle.

The status of women in the Ming Dynasty is not low, and Sun Yuanjun is also rising and standing in the second place.

The sacrificial matter, under Sun Yuanjun's reminder, Bai Minghe was reluctantly completed.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Bai Minghe did not dare to stay at home, and he wanted to see the surrounding situation with his own eyes, including the artificial canal and the spring water.

The donkey is the first generation of transportation, in addition, there are eight sturdy guys to follow, and the two people who are disassembled will be lifted on the back of the slide bar, that is, on the road where the donkey can't walk, they can carry the white crane. There is no other reason, people in the village want to come, and the old man naturally does not have so much strength to walk the mountain road.

Aqueducts, this is a fucking aqueduct?

The white crane shouted and scolded, this is simply a canal, two feet wide, and I heard that the water is nearly seven feet deep at its deepest. In the dry season in winter, you can take a flat-bottomed boat, pull up four stone meters, and take two people to drive normally in more than a foot of water.

With such a large amount of water, how can it not be enough for irrigation?

Shirana Crane sat on the dismantling chair, looking at the slowly moving leaves on the canal, silently calculating the approximate amount of water in his heart.

"Aunt Bai, this water will be bigger in a few days. But it would take two days for all the fields in Xiaquan Village to cut off all the water flow, and it would take two days to water all the fields. But it is not possible to water the ground only once, and to do it again in a few days. ”

After listening to this Sun family, the white crane didn't count the water flow anymore.

In terms of days, the water looks deep, but the water flow is extremely slow, that is, the amount of water is small. In these 32 villages, even if one village is one day, the rest of the villages will all die of drought.

The amount of water required per mu is numerous, and there can be a mathematical model for how many days to water it.

In an aqueduct, the amount of water sinking into the ground can be counted.

However, this is the Ming Dynasty, not the modern era. Shirana Crane didn't have that many ways to calculate this, so he could only come up with an approximate number based on his feelings.

For the next whole day, Bai Minghe asked the Sun family to take him and ran all over the mountains.

I have to admire the body of the ancients, the white crane is tired and speechless when sitting on the slider, but these young people are still in good spirits.

Before dark, we finally came to the upper reaches of this canal, the waterway in the mountains.

A valley, a quarry in the capital because of the Yongle Year in the early years, has been abandoned for many years at this time, but the chaotic stone valley is not an inch of grass. The people of Xiaquan Village only passed by here carrying the white crane, about two miles to the northwest, which is the highest point of the river.

"Stop!" Bai Minghe suddenly shouted.

Although the patriarch of Xiaquan Village didn't understand why, they still obeyed Bai Juren's orders.

Shirana Crane stood at the top of the valley, and he thought that this valley was absolutely usable. Thinking of this, Bai Minghe was about to go to the valley, but was blocked by several clansmen: "Aunt Bai, don't arrange to go to the mountains, and it's going to be dark, there are not only wolves in the mountains, but also wild boars!" ”

Bai Minghe hesitated for a moment, but he didn't want to go back now and come back tomorrow.

At this moment, a smoke rose from the middle of the valley.

When the smoke rises, someone is there. The white crane was about to enter the valley again, but was still blocked.

"Aunt Bai, that old Orion is a weird old man, it's better not to go! I heard from the elders in the village that this old man has been in the mountains for 50 years, but he will come out once or twice a year to exchange for some oil, salt, rice and grain. ”

Bai Minghe vowed to solve the problem of Bali 32 villages, and this valley was a good opportunity to solve the problem, so Bai Minghe did not listen to the persuasion: "You go back first, come over before dawn tomorrow morning, and leave some food." ”

What he came out with him was only a little dry food, and what Bai Minghe decided was not something that the patriarch of the Sun clan could stop.

The old Orion was eccentric, but he wasn't a man-eating monster. The Sun clan members watched the white crane enter the old hunter's courtyard before they left together.

Water was boiling in the pot of the old hunter, and the two pheasants on the ground were still struggling for their lives.

Seeing that a stranger suddenly appeared in his house, the old hunter did not get up, but just glanced at the white crane from the corner of his eye.

The white crane tidied up his clothes and bowed: "The white crane in Guanzhong is the person who took the exam in the capital." I took the liberty of visiting, and I only asked the old man to tell me about the nearby hills and the situation of the valley. ”

The white crane kept staring at the old hunter as he spoke, and it was obvious that there was only a contempt in the old hunter's eyes. What's even more obvious is that this old Orion knows what the identity of the person is.

He has been a human being in two lives and has seen all kinds of people, but this old man with a white name is a feeling of emptiness.

"Junior, white crane, please help!" The white crane saluted again.

The old hunter remained unmoved, and continued to sharpen his bamboo arrows, this time without even looking back.

Bai Minghe turned a few times in his heart, constantly analyzing what kind of character this old man was. There is only one possibility for a person who can live in seclusion for 50 years, and that is a person of great compassion. If there is great hatred, these people will go to take revenge a long time ago, and only people with great compassion can see through it and live in seclusion here.

Just as Bai Minghe was thinking about how to speak again, the old Orion suddenly stood up, but on his old face, there were a pair of calm eyes like water, which made Bai Minghe think of his previous life, and he took him into the business by hand. Only those who have no desire can re-believe and establish business with faith.

"What are you going to do?" Perhaps many people have not spoken to people anymore, and the tone of the old Orion is very strange.

A bad thought suddenly rose in Bai Minghe's heart, and he smiled indifferently: "I'm going to destroy your courtyard and make you homeless." Then the valley was flooded with water. ”

"Hahaha!" The old hunter laughed loudly, and the laughter shook the night birds.

"I want to solve the problem of water shortage in Bali 32 Townships. I have already gambled on a qiē, and even the floating ticket for the test has been pledged to the eight lieutenants, I don't want money, and I don't want these thirty-two villages to repay me. I only want to take this opportunity to become famous, to say that I am famous in the small area, in a hundred miles, and in the big way, my reputation in the capital can help me become an official in the future. Another reason is that I knew that I couldn't pass the entrance examination, so I dared to bet the floating ticket in the hands of the eight lieutenant chiefs! ”

Bai Minghe said his true words in one breath.

This is gambling, betting that this old man is definitely not an ordinary hunter, betting on fate.

The old hunter did not answer immediately, but drew his bow and arrow, and only glanced sideways, and the arrow was shot at his back, and the two birds that were flying out of the forest pierced and fell to the ground.

"Ben ......" the old Orion only said one word, and then changed his words and said: "I have killed countless people, you are not small, you dare to enter this courtyard, what does it matter to me whether you live or die in Bali Thirty-two Villages!" ”

Good skills, Bai Minghe's eyes are straight, is this still a normal person? In future generations, will the Olympic archery competition be more meaningful?

"Come with me, I'll give you three taels of silver a month. I want to be the white crane in Guanzhong, full of poetry and books, loyal to the liver and courage, and the most particular ...... in the world" The lines that the white crane subconsciously said were not finished, and his neck was choked, and the old Orion was full of murderous spirit: "I have killed countless people!" ”

The white crane struggled for a long time, and then the old hunter relented.

Squatted next to him and gasped for a while, then he was relieved. Bai Minghe does not give up: "Killing one person is a thief, killing ten people is a hero, killing a hundred people is a hero, killing a thousand people is a hero, you can kill 10,000 people and leave a name for a hundred years." You only killed a few people, I want to close the Bai clan in Guanzhong, Wu Anjun Bai Qi, kill millions of people, and leave a name for 10,000 years! ”

"Nonsense, Wu Anjun has killed millions!"

"I didn't kill enough millions, I have your surname!" The temper of the white crane came up, who thought that the calm in the eyes of the old hunter disappeared, but faintly with a murderous aura: "Kill enough millions, I have your surname!" ”

"Don't be unconvinced, old man. I, Guanzhong Bai Minghe, represent the Guanzhong Bai Clan, and I will talk to you today! ”

With your surname, this is a kind of colloquial language blurted out in modern quarrels, but it may not mean this in Daming. The old man wanted to set up a pyre, and while burning chickens, he wrote on the sand with branches the history of the Qin State that he knew, as well as the war history of Wu'an Junbai's starting point.

The white crane is a third-rate level of history, but he still knows some special characters.

Don't say one million, it's one million and six million, and I dare to debate with you about it.

The Battle of Yique killed 240,000 Han and Wei allied troops. Broke through the Chu capital, burned its ancestral temple, and annihilated a total of 350,000 Chu troops. Attacking Zhao, he successively annihilated 600,000 Zhao troops (including the Battle of Changping). Attack Wei and behead 130,000 in Huayang. and Zhao general Jia Yan fought and sank 20,000. Attack Han and behead 50,000 in the city.

Bai Minghe was on the sand, using modern hard pen calligraphy, and wrote the history of the Bai Qi War that he knew in one breath.

Thousands of words were written.

After writing, a pheasant in his hand was also gnawed, he poured some wine in a big gulp, and after throwing the empty wine bottle into the valley vigorously, he looked up to the sky and laughed: "I am Guanzhong Bai, the name of Wu Anjun's god of war, who in the world dares to fight!" After laughing, he fell asleep beside the fire.

The old hunter held up the torch and watched one by one. Not only was he reading, but he also wrote out the relevant sentences in the books he had read that recorded these battles, and calculated them in conjunction with the writings.

After seeing the Battle of Changping, the old Orion looked at the white-named crane sleeping by the fire, but he also had some understanding in his heart. As a descendant of the Bai family, it is understandable that he is excited about the glorious feelings of the ancestors, and when all the analysis is completed, the old man suddenly raised his head and said with emotion: "Those who kill millions of people will be famous for all generations!" Leave a name for eternity! ”

Before I knew it, it was dawn, and when the white crane woke up, all the handwriting on the ground had disappeared.

The old hunter came to the white crane: "From now on, my surname is white." ”

The white crane had not fully come to his senses, stared at the old hunter for a long time, and asked, "And then?" ”

"I lost myself to you, that's all. My last name is white. The old hunter said very stiffly, and went back to the house. Only the white crane standing in the cold wind was left stunned.