August is still here, and the weather is getting cooler.
Even at noon when the sun was shining brightly, there was no longer the burning feeling on my skin that I had before.
Xuandu walked slowly in the small woods on the bank of the Huai River, passing under the shade of trees where the sun could not reach him.
The rippling blue river water rushes towards the east, and the blue sky looks very high, with only a few white clouds floating far away.
Maybe it's not that hot anymore, and the sound of cicadas chirping is also much less intense.
Ahead is Linhuan Pass.
Xuandu took steps and raised his eyes to look ahead.
A winding path extends deep into the woods, with farmland on one side and water canals on the other.
Xuandu stopped, hesitant on his face.
Ever since that day when Dashang Xuanniao whined and his luck was taken away from him, his master allowed him to go out and walk around.
So he followed his master's instructions, said goodbye to his master, the gold and silver boy, and the green bull with a flat horn, and left Daluo Mountain with light clothes and simple clothes.
But where to go?
The master didn't tell him, so he wandered around on his own.
He is very familiar with Nanfangbuzhou and the human race, because he is the leader of the human religion and the first generation of human ancestors fabricated by the saint Nuwa.
No one knows the human race better than him.
He witnessed with his own eyes that the human race moved from a small valley in ancient times to all directions step by step, leaving its footprints in every corner of the ancient continent!
Even now, he often walks in human territory.
Wearing a green preaching robe and a pair of hemp shoes, he walked with him through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter.
He also accompanied him from the wild caves to Gaocheng and Dabu, from Ru Mao Drinking Blood to Bells and Cauldrons, from Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to the Great Shang Dynasty...
Now, he has to keep going.
After leaving Daluo Mountain, he planned to go to Naqi Mountain to take a look, but halfway there he heard that there was some trouble downstream of the Huai River, so he turned to the southeast to take a look at the excitement.
However, along the way, his frown became deeper and deeper.
The world has changed.
Cause and effect are chaotic, and there are countless evil obstacles.
The god of incense and fire acts wantonly and uses various means to force humans to sacrifice and make offerings, treating humans as tools for hammering incense copper.
Most of the officials, wealthy households, witches, etc. within the city gates became the helpers of the God of Incense and Fire.
One party gathers money, the other party gathers fragrant copper.
Everyone gets what they need and win-win cooperation.
But for ordinary people, life has become increasingly difficult.
"The Western religion has gone too far." Xuandu murmured to himself: "After this trip back, we must have a serious discussion with the master."
After that, he continued to move forward.
Further ahead is Linhuan Pass.
I heard that the water god there was chosen by the people themselves.
This is quite interesting.
Xuandu walked towards Linhuan Pass with great expectations.
It is said to be a pass, but in fact there is no danger to defend this place. It is just a settlement built when the wasteland was reclaimed.
Except for the city gate, there are neatly cultivated farmlands in all directions, and the rice grown in them is almost ready for harvest.
Xuandu stopped and watched, only to see densely packed rice growing in every piece of farmland.
One plant, the root system is connected, the branches and leaves are dependent on each other.
There is no end in sight.
And the rice ears hanging from almost every rice stalk are extremely plump and huge.
The ears of rice are heavy, green, and vivid.
"How come the rice here is so dense?"
A trace of confusion flashed in Xuandu's eyes.
Although rice is not grown in most places in Nanfangbuzhou, he knows that in the land with abundant water systems near the south, people mostly rely on rice for food.
However, rice likes water but is not drought-tolerant. After planting, you must ensure that there is enough water in the field, otherwise it will easily die in the sun.
Therefore, if you want to plant rice, even in a land with abundant water systems, you have to look at the water god's attitude.
Even so, rice is a far more delicate crop than hemp, millet, millet, wheat, bean sprouts, etc.
Insects, birds, weeds, etc. all pose fatal threats to rice.
As a human ancestor who has been through the history of the human race, Xuandu is very familiar with these, and he even "took" the rice ears of the Earth Emperor Shennong in the Fire Cloud Cave.
The rice grown from Shennong's rice ears is so big and plump that it is called Jiahe.
But at this moment, he saw Jiahe everywhere!
Looking further into the distance, the shore of the roaring Huaihe River is filled with mist.
Tall wooden utensils are standing on the shore. The round things like wheels are slowly rotating, rolling up water waves from the bottom of the water and introducing them into the water channels on the shore along the water channel.
Xuandu looked at the wooden utensil carefully, with a look of novelty in his eyes.
In the end, he determined that this object required neither magical power nor Taoism.
Instead, it rotates with the flow of water, continuously introducing the Huai River water into the canal.
As long as the Huai River does not dry up, this device can work day and night.
This is much more reliable than the Water God!
Xuandu was very interested and asked some people in the farmland.
These people were guarding the rice fields to prevent birds and animals from destroying the rice, and they had time to chat with him.
From the mouths of these people, he learned a name - Wenzhong Shangxian.
It was the Immortal Wen Zhong who asked the people to cut down the trees, drag them to the river, and build the huge wooden vessels called "waterwheels".
He also taught the people to build channels, dig out silt from river beds and riverside tidal flats, and use it to fertilize fields. He also improved farm tools and selected rice seeds...
Therefore, although the people near Linhuan Pass did not worship the water god, their fields never lacked water, their crops were luxuriant, and an unprecedented bumper harvest was about to come.
After hearing this, Xuandu was amazed and a little curious about the Immortal Wen Zhong.
An old man who couldn't hide his smile and showed his straight teeth introduced enthusiastically: "If you want to find the immortal, you can definitely find it in the woods south of the city at this time."
Xuandu thanked the old man and soon came to the woods south of the city.
There is a thatched cottage in the woods. Hundreds of children are sitting in the shade of the trees, with a big circle in the middle.
Surrounded by these children, a young man with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes was talking about something.
The children listened attentively one by one, but Xuandu, who thought he knew everything about the human race, found that he didn't quite understand.
What are bacteria?
Why does drinking water have to be boiled before drinking?
What is immunity?
…
Before he could figure out these issues, he listened to the young man say: "After talking about health knowledge, let's learn mathematics again... I told you before that mathematics is a tool that can help us understand the world and study Tools of the world.
It is not only as simple as simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division... through it we can also study space, time, information, machinery and so on..."
As the young man spoke eloquently, Xuandu's eyes in the distance gradually widened.
He knew he was in the right place!
Why go to Xiqi!
If he hadn't been afraid of disturbing those children, he would have been unable to help raising his hands and shouting: "I want to learn math!"
(End of chapter)
