Brother Wang was at the forefront, and his two buckets were the first to be filled.

He must rotate very slowly, try not to shake, otherwise he will spill the precious water in the bucket, and in this great drought, it will hurt for a long time to spill a drop of water.

However, as soon as he turned around, he was stunned when he saw the scene behind him.

At some point, a strange mound of small white balls appeared behind him.

Brother Wang's mouth opened wide, and he couldn't close it with a half-sound, and the bucket on his shoulder slid down, and fell to the ground with a bang, and the two buckets of water were all spilled without a drop.

The villager next to him was distressed and said hurriedly: "Brother Wang, why did you drop the bucket?" This...... Two buckets of water......"

He was so distressed that he wanted to kneel down on the spot and hold it together with the mud.

Brother Wang said stiffly: "Everyone...... Quick look...... Behind ......"

The villagers by the pond turned their heads.

Turn back one, fix one!

One more turn, another one!

In the blink of an eye, a large group of villagers seemed to have been clicked, and they all maintained a stiff comparison movement, looking at the small round ball and hill behind them stupidly.

A villager opened his mouth and wanted to exclaim, but Brother Wang rushed over and covered his mouth.

The rest of the villagers just woke up, this is Gaojia Village, we came here to steal water, but we can't shout loudly, otherwise we will be caught by others, and they will all be killed on the spot.

Brother Wang walked to the small round ball hillock, picked up a grain, sniffed it, and said in a low voice: "This is flour, right?" Am I right? It smells like flour, it's just a lot of particles, isn't it damp flour that sticks to balls? ”

Another villager nodded: "It must not be wrong, just now I was thinking, why did I suddenly smell the fragrance of flour, could it be that I was too hungry and hallucinated." ”

Brother Wang: "How did this ball of flour appear?" ”

"I didn't see it!"

"I didn't see it either."

"I was fetching water."

Brother Wang gritted his teeth: "It's from Gaojia Village, taking advantage of our inattention, quietly put behind our backs, this is the only possibility." ”

The villagers looked at each other.

"The people of Gaojia Village are so good?"

"Where did they get so much flour?"

"Why do you want to stick flour into balls?"

"With so much flour, it's impossible to give it to us for nothing."

"It's still the middle of the night three watches quietly put behind our backs, this ......"

Brother Wang looked left, right, forward, back, looked around, but didn't see anyone's shadow, and then threw a flour ball into his mouth, chewed, and almost sneezed, the taste of raw flour was indescribable, and he whispered: "It is indeed flour!" It was the flour given by the people of Gaojia Village, and only this is possible, they knew that we came to steal water in the middle of the night, and in order to save some face for us, they did not expose us to our faces, and sympathized with our poverty, so they put this pile of flour balls here and gave them to us to eat. ”

Ten thousand villagers did not believe such an analysis, but they could not think of any other possibility than this outrageous analysis.

Brother Wang said in a low voice: "Everyone pour the water in the bucket back into the pool, first use the bucket to fill the flour, how much can be loaded, remember, this must not be wasted, you must be more careful than carrying water, if anyone spills flour, my boss will beat him to death with his fist." ”

The villagers couldn't cry or laugh: "Brother Wang, this is not for you to say, if we sprinkle flour and beat ourselves to death, we don't have to work for Big Brother to do it." ”

A group of people hurriedly poured the water from the bucket into the pool!

They didn't dare to use the wet bucket to fill the flour directly, it would be paste, they took the wet bucket, the wind blowed, and kept waving it in mid-air until it dried out for a while. Hurried to the flour knoll, filled two buckets of flour, carefully shouldered it, and carefully took small steps.

I was more careful than when my wife held her newborn child with both hands on the night she gave birth, for fear that if she accidentally shook it, the flour ball would roll down into the sand, and her heart would hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.

The group left with flour and walked outside the village, and the leading brother Wang suddenly put down the bucket, hugged his fists with both hands to Gaojia Village, and made a big salute: "Today's generous gift, my second king has written it down, and it will be reported in the future." ”

He didn't know who he was thanking for, anyway, it must be someone in Gaojia Village, today he was a water thief, and the master didn't want to meet him, so he secretly sent flour. On the other day, I will come openly and thank you openly.

Hearing his words, Li Daoxuan knew his name, Wang Er!

Where have I ever seen this name?

His heart moved, and he quickly opened the historical materials of the late Ming Dynasty that he had read for a few days, searched in it, and finally found Wang Er's name in the book "Luqiao Chronicles":

In the year of Chongzhen's reform, Qinzhong was hungry and thousands of miles away. The two kings of white water, the doves and the people, broke into Chengcheng and killed Zhixian.

The book "Little Knowledge of the Burning Emperor" is even more eloquently written:

Apocalypse, Shaanxi drought. Zhang Yaocai, the magistrate of Chengcheng County, urged the department very coolly, and the people were unbearable. There are kings and two, and hundreds of people gather on the mountain, all painted with ink. Wang Ergao shouted: "Who dares to kill Zhang Zhixian? Everyone responded in unison: "I dare to kill!" "If so, the third one broke into the city. The gatekeepers did not dare to resist, and went straight to the county to kill Yaocai. The crowd was reunited in the mountains.

Historians define Wang Er's uprising as "the starting point of the peasant uprising at the end of the Ming Dynasty", in other words, the benchmark figure of the peasant war who overthrew the Ming Dynasty, is this person. What Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong are all the juniors of this person.

Li Daoxuan silently closed the browser and turned his attention back to the scenery box.

Wang Er had already withdrawn from the landscaping box with his people.

All they left behind were footprints on the ground, and where the flour was stacked, even a layer of ground had been scraped away.

Li Daoxuan sighed lightly: "Since you are the symbol of the beginning of the peasant war at the end of the Ming Dynasty, it seems that it will not be long before the flames of the peasant uprising will burn to Gaojia Village, and we will meet again." ”

Turning his head to look at the dilapidated houses in Gaojia Village, Li Daoxuan knew that once the peasant uprising broke out, Gaojia Village would inevitably be involved in the war.

But if you fall asleep, or go out to do something, the little ones are in danger.

It will take more than a month for the Hakka enclosure to be completed, but Wang Er's uprising may be imminent.

You can't wait stupidly for the Hakka to surround the house, you have to get something else in advance to protect their safety.

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but scan back and forth around the house, looking for something that could be used to help the little people, and soon, he noticed that a piece of rusty iron sheet on the hanger was turned up.

Li Daoxuan's eyes lit up: Broken iron! This can be used to make iron armor for the villains.

However, these villagers have low combat effectiveness, and even if they wear iron armor, they may not be able to beat thieves and officers and soldiers, and they have to be given more reliable protection.

His eyes fell on a pile of Lego bricks on the side of the desk again, hehe, this thing can be supported before the Hakka house is built.