When Mr. Wang saw this, he yelled "No", then ignored it, got back into the kitchen, found another bucket from somewhere, and ran out of the courtyard without saying a word.
Seeing him looking so panicked, I no longer hesitated and ran outside with two buckets in hand.
Mr. Wang is faster than me. It is difficult for me to catch up with him. Especially when I saw him running towards the bridge again, I felt a little guilty, fearing that the previous scene would happen again.
But because of my previous experience, I had already made a plan in my mind this time. I thought that as long as Mr. Wang passes Qiaotou, no matter whether he is real or not, I will not follow him.
Fortunately, Mr. Wang stopped before he got on the bridge. Instead, he turned into the path in front of Chen Guzi's house, then went straight down from the path to the river, and quickly started filling the bucket with water.
When I ran down, Mr. Wang had already filled three buckets. I hurriedly followed his example and filled it with water, then picked it up and ran home.
As soon as I landed on the shore, I saw Mr. Wang holding a bucket in one hand and a pole on his shoulder with the other. His feet flew up and he threw me away after a while.
Although I was very anxious, it was really difficult to run with a bucket in one hand. I had only carried a bucket before, so it was okay to run like that, but with a bucket in each hand, once I started running, I would shake it back and forth, spilling water all over the floor, and I couldn't run very fast!
But I soon found a way to bend down slightly, then bend my arms slightly, and use my hands as shoulder poles. This way, it would be much easier to run forward, and the water would not spill as much. The only drawback is that such an action is very laborious on the hands and waist.
But as long as the speed is up, everything else can be ignored.
When I ran to the yard, I saw Mr. Wang pouring water from the bucket into the water tank next to the grave pit. Only then did I realize that he wanted to carry water, but it turned out to be filling it into a water tank.
It’s just that they are both water. Is there any difference between river water and tap water? Why not just connect a water pipe and fill the water tank directly?
It wasn't until I walked over that I discovered that there was a plastic pipe as thick as a chopstick inserted in the plastic bucket, and the other end was placed in the water tank, with water slowly flowing into it.
I know this. I used to play it a lot when I was a kid. It’s the same as me sucking gasoline out of that Hummer. But, this tube is too small, right? It’s not like we don’t have thick pipes at home. If we use such a small pipe to absorb water, how long will it last?
What's even more amazing is Mr. Wang. He holds a wooden bucket and pours water into the water tank, but his pouring speed is extremely slow!
You know, when we usually pour water, we always pour all the water in the bucket with a "swish", but he didn't. He slowly tilted the bucket so that the water in the bucket entered the water tank smoothly. , it looks like the water flows in by itself.
His slow movements made me worried to death, because I found that the photo frame had been submerged up to my chin, and Wu Tinghan's neck had turned into a paper man. If he continues this slowly, Wu Tinghan will really be hopeless!
So I picked up the bucket and was about to pour it into the water tank, but Mr. Wang stopped me.
He said, don't mess around. If we don't greet (handle) things properly, our trip will be in vain.
I took my hand back angrily and asked him, why did he pour the water so slowly when time was so urgent?
Mr. Wang said, because it cannot be poured too fast, otherwise it will not work.
I didn't know if there was something wrong with the question I asked, or if Mr. Wang didn't understand my question, so I asked it again. What I meant was, why can't it be poured too fast?
Mr. Wang just finished emptying the bucket in his hand, then he picked up my bucket and continued pouring water along the edge of the water tank.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that the thickness of the water he poured this time was different from the previous water flow, but the water flow in this bucket of water seemed to be exactly the same from beginning to end.
All I can say is that Mr. Wang’s hands are really steady!
Mr. Wang did not answer me, but told me that from now on, this water tank cannot be stopped when water drips in. If it breaks, we will have to start it again. I have a lot of strength, but I don’t know if Senior Wu and the others have a lot of time.
After hearing what he said, I didn't ask any more questions. Instead, I picked up his pole and bucket, turned around and ran towards the river.
Although I was also very scared and worried that those craftsmen and underworld people would do something to me, at this time, I didn’t care so much and could only bite the bullet and move forward.
When I was filling up the water, Mr. Wang also arrived at the bridge. There was no communication between us. I picked up the water and ran home.
Compared with carrying a bucket, you cannot run faster while carrying water, otherwise all the water will be spilled very quickly.
So when I was halfway through, Mr. Wang overtook me. By the time I put down the bucket, Mr. Wang had already finished emptying the two plastic buckets.
I picked up the plastic bucket and ran outside again. From the corner of my eye, I saw him carrying the wooden bucket and filling up the bucket with the plastic pipe inserted into it. Then he began to slowly pour water into the water tank.
Plastic buckets are much lighter than wooden buckets. This time I had already run back a bit before meeting Mr. Wang.
As we passed each other, Mr. Wang told me, don’t pour the water, wait for me to come.
I responded and continued running.
But what I never expected was that as soon as I entered the yard, Mr. Wang arrived, and then I saw him repeating his previous actions.
In this way, I don’t know how many times I ran. Anyway, by the time the water tank was almost full, I was soaked from head to toe. Some were wet by their own sweat, and some were wet by water splashed from the bucket.
As for the water we finally got back, Mr. Wang did not rush to pour it into the water tank. Instead, he asked me to find a ladle and a leaky colander - different from the colanders in the city. The thing commonly used to make noodles in rural areas is made of bamboo and is covered with small holes.
After I brought it, Mr. Wang scooped a ladle of water from the bucket, then placed the colander on top of the water tank, and poured water into the colander with the ladle. At the same time, the hand holding the colander kept shaking, and then the water was like a It leaked into the water tank drop by drop, making it look like it was raining.
Moreover, Mr. Wang poured it in for a while, stopped for a while, and then continued to pour it in again.
I was wondering why I was doing this, and Mr. Wang asked me if I had seen it clearly and if I knew it was a good thing.
I nodded, spoke, understood.
So he handed me the ladle and colander, and he continued to pour water.
I followed Mr. Wang's example in pouring water, and stopped for a while. Then I looked at the portrait in the coffin, and then at Mr. Wang's pouring action. I felt extremely anxious.
After emptying one bucket, there were three buckets left, and a bucket with only half water in it and a pipe inserted into it.
Mr. Wang first filled up the bucket with the pipe in it, then ran to the steps to get the cage on his back, took out the ink fountain and the ink cone, then jumped into the coffin, made seals with his hands, muttered something, and listened. I don't know what I'm thinking about.
After finishing reciting, I heard Mr. Wang shout: "The descendants asked about Yin and Yang, a line of eighteen leads, hit!"
With this loud shout, Mr. Wang held the ink cone in his left hand and swung it towards the photo frame of the portrait. He actually pierced the top edge of the portrait with the ink cone without disturbing the photo frame and the basin. photo frame.
His action reminded me of a sentence - the action was too fast, and the portrait was exposed before it could even react.
After piercing the photo frame, Mr. Wang pinched the thread with his right hand in a very strange posture. It looked like an orchid finger, but it was not very standard. Anyway, he only used the pad of his finger to touch the dark ink thread, and then wrapped it around the relevant thread, and each one All wrapped underneath the ink cone.
After doing this, Mr. Wang moved some bricks from nowhere and put them into the empty bucket.
At this time, he asked me to stop pouring water into the water tank, and then told me, I will put this bucket into the water tank in a while, and you can see it. If the water dripping in the water tank exceeds this water pipe, you can go outside. Ladle water. Remember, scoop out the dripping water, pour half of it into the bucket, and sprinkle the other half into the sky, do you understand?
Although I didn't know why I did this, I nodded to show that I remembered.
It was the cooperation between Mr. Wang and I. He put a bucket filled with bricks into the water tank, and I always stared at the water, ready to scoop water at any time.
Just like that, he put the bucket in and I scooped the water out. Although the process was very tense, the cooperation was quite tacit.
After the bucket was completely put into the water tank, Mr. Wang picked up the ink fountain, straightened the thread wrapped around the photo frame, and then wrapped it around the upper edge of the bucket.
There is an outer roll on the upper edge of the bucket, and the ink thread can be wrapped around it.
I don't know how many times he wrapped it around. I only know that after he finished it, he stretched out his hand and touched it. The end of the ink thread merged with the previous ink thread, and there was no trace of any knot at all.
This action shocked me again and I couldn't believe what I saw with my eyes for a long time.
At this time, Mr. Wang said, it depends on whether he can be rescued or not!
After saying that, Mr. Wang patted me on the shoulder and said, take out the bricks in the bucket one by one. Don't move too fast. Take one piece, stop for a while, and then take it out again.
It was only then that I suddenly understood that using the buoyancy of water to pull the photo frame out of the faceplate was the technique of "fishing for an iron ox" that I had learned in primary school texts.
