Zhou Qingshi looked at it, so he didn't drop his chin when he hung his chin, it was full of pheasant feathers, and they were all the finest, softest and fluffiest fluff.

Yan Lingxi has these things, as well as rabbit skins, birds, feathers and so on, most of which are sold to the mall, leaving only a little pheasant bottom fleece, and replacing the bran in the original pillow.

"You hit all this?"

The pillow was not small, it was full, and if only the best fluff was used to fill it, at least seven or eight pheasants would be enough.

"Hmm." Yan Lingxi raised his eyebrows proudly.

Zhou Qingshi looked at Yan Lingxi in amazement, originally he thought that his two hands were good, and other villagers didn't, but the result was not as good as this little girl.

He shook his head, he didn't want to continue to ask, at this age, this life experience, to be able to survive with all the beards and tails, it really takes some skills.

"In this way, Brother Shi, when you are free next time, let's go up the mountain together, and you can see with your own eyes."

Look at our skills and you can rest assured.

Zhou Qingshi agreed, and the matter was settled.

Sending Zhou Qingshi away, Aunt Chen sent the next day's order, and when Yan Lingxi returned to the small firewood room to lie down, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a lively evening.

The next day, she finished mowing the lawn, and it was late, but she was in no hurry to go back.

Looking for a quiet place, Yan Lingxi took out two bowls of tree tofu and walked to Lizheng's house.

The decision that Li Zheng announced to the whole village yesterday made Yan Lingxi feel good about him, it should have been like this a long time ago!

The people of the village love the crops too much, and they cling too much to this only hope, so they don't care much about their own lives. Obviously, it is irrational to use all the water on the ground all the time.

Li is an understanding person, Yan Lingxi is ready to talk to him.

Li Zheng's name is Chen Shulin, he is in his forties, he is in the prime of life, and when Yan Lingxi arrived, he was squatting in front of the dry well and sighing.

"Uncle Chen, add a dish to your house at night."

Yan Lingxi smiled and handed him two bowls of tree tofu, Chen Shulin subconsciously wanted to take it, and his hand stopped in mid-air.

The eight or nine-year-old girl in front of her is thin and delicate, not like a villager, no, I haven't seen her, right?

"Which doll are you?"

Chen Shulin thought about it for a long time and didn't know him.

Yan Lingxi put the tree tofu on the stone pier at the door, and waved his hand casually: "You can call me Lingyatou." ”

This is a self-introduction.

Then she pulled out two books from her sleeve, and in them was a tattered piece of papyrus. She handed it to Chen Shulin: "Look at this." ”

Chen Shulin just wanted to ask who the adults of her family were, and her attention was immediately attracted by those two books, one "Collection of Mountains and Rivers" and the other "Disaster Record".

This girl......

Chen Shulin was a little stunned, and flipped through the papyrus again, and drew a large map with charcoal on the papyrus, which was a map of Lotus Heart Village within a radius of dozens of miles, with many places being circled, and some drawing squares.

Yan Lingxi pointed to the map: "This is a rough map of water veins made by me based on the "Collection of Mountains and Rivers and Water Pulses", you see, the places circled are all places that may have water veins recorded in the book, but this book is old, most of the water veins may have been diverted or dried up, we can further calibrate it in combination with the survey methods recorded on page 28 of the book.

The places where the squares are drawn are deduced from the water vein map, and there may be deep groundwater, that is, as long as we dig wells deep enough, it is possible to draw water in these places. ”

Yan Lingxi talked eloquently, Chen Shulin was a little stunned at first, and finally began to seriously examine the drawing with the movement of the little girl's fingers.

"You painted it?"

After listening to Yan Lingxi's detailed speech, he also looked at the person in front of him again.

Yan Lingxi didn't respond, her expression was serious: "Uncle Chen, if you don't do anything, we have to dig out a way to live by ourselves!" ”

She held out a finger and pointed to the sky.

It refers to both God and Heaven.

During this time, through the words of the people around her, she already understood that the world in front of her was no better than if there were no natural disasters. The emperor is incapacitated, and the corrupt officials under him are exploited layer by layer, and the poor people are like children without fathers and mothers, no one cares about them.

In addition to exploiting the people, the rest of the time the government and yamen were almost non-existent.

It's just that they are honest and honest, what the officials say, they do what they do, and occasionally there are also masters who expose the uprising, and there are one or two sporadic ones, but they have not succeeded. The vast majority of the poor people will always be obedient sheep.

Yan Lingxi has to ring a bell for them.

"Kid, don't dare to talk nonsense!"

Chen Shulin stopped Yan Lingxi, but he was also worried, this kid was right.

"Let's go, say inside."

Chen Shulin led Yan Lingxi into the house, and his daughter-in-law Fang saw Yan Lingxi take the food and brewed her a bowl of sweet tea.

""Mountains and Rivers Water Vein Collection" is a record of water veins, so what about this one?" The village chief asked, opened the "Disaster Record" and flipped through the two pages.

This book was intended for students and officials, focusing on how to prevent and treat disasters, and how the people usually reacted to disasters in the past dynasties.

It stands to reason that it will not appear in the hands of their group of dealers. Chen Shulin is literate and hyphenated, but he has never read such a book.

"In the forty-eighth year of the calendar, there was a severe drought in Hanmeng Prefecture for many years, and the victims went south from Qingshan County, crossed the Qingshan Mountains, and arrived in the capital to petition."

"In the fifty-second year of the calendar, Chaozhou Mansion was suddenly hit by a heavy snowstorm, and the victims begged for three years along the way, passing through Hanmeng Mansion, Lifu and Guang'an Mansion, and arrived at Lingshui Mansion by waterway to settle down."

"In the eighth year of the dynasty, there was a great drought in Hanyoufu and a locust plague, and the displaced people rioted, and 672 people were killed and injured, and the rest of the victims went south from Qingshan County, crossed the Qingshan Mountains, and arrived in the capital."

These are all places where Yan Lingxi drew horizontal lines in the book, and there are many similar descriptions, but in the events he records, most of the victims traveled around two routes.

One is from the waterway to the richest Lingshui Mansion, and the other is the dry road, which goes over the mountains to reach the capital.

Chen Shulin didn't ask Yan Lingxi anymore, but silently read these examples with horizontal lines, and after a while, he raised his head: "Child, you mean we want to escape the famine?" Don't want the land left by your ancestors? ”

His voice trembled just as he spoke.

"If we can't find a source of water, I think there's only one way we can do it."

Chen Shulin is a man in his forties, but the emotions in his heart are written on his face at the moment, can he not think about these? But it's just thinking about it, always thinking that it can hold on one more time, and it can hold on one more time. When this thought came out of the mouth of others, his heart could not be calm, and all the grief and reluctance came out.

"For so many years, our Lianxinzhuang has also suffered many disasters, but the people in our village are diligent and united, and we have earned a family business here! That's the sweat of our ancestors, the blood of our ancestors! ”