In the seventh year of Dayue's reign, an order was issued that in areas with frequent droughts, one county should have one reservoir.
Water accumulates when it rains and is used during drought.
By the fifteenth year of Dayue, this target had been basically achieved in the Central Plains region.
Cao Zhe's current location is close to Daming Mansion, and the county's reservoir is built in a low-lying area, between mountain valleys.
The reservoir is surrounded by a low wall, and the door is guarded by a dozing government servant.
Beyond the low wall, a large piece of black cloth was caged at the entrance of the reservoir.
All reservoirs are made of cement and bricks and are dug deep into the ground. They are narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.
The water in the reservoir is only used for emergency purposes when crops are in drought and water shortage.
There are some water outlets around the pool, and some pumping devices are cleverly used. As long as someone installs the necessary equipment, the stored water can be pumped out of the pool.
Cao Zhe didn't even need to look. He could smell that the pool was full of water just by smelling it.
Although the overall amount is not too much, it can solve the urgent need of this hundred acres of fertile land.
"How can I transport so much water to the fields with just my own strength?" Cao Zhe was slightly worried.
Then he pinched his fingers, counted the time, and looked up at the clearly visible stars in the night sky.
"There will be no wind tomorrow, so it should be possible...!"
"Then let's try it!"
As he spoke, he lifted up the black cloth and jumped directly into the deep reservoir.
The sky was gradually lit up by the golden crow.
The farmers, who had been worried for a long time, had been looking at the sky since before the rooster crow, shaking their heads and sighing... It was another sunny day!
The dry weather has almost drained the last trace of moisture from the air.
Even the leaves of the jujube trees were slightly curled up, looking listless.
The field ridge was already full of people.
Some people who drove donkey carts to fetch water from the river last night in the dark were yawning listlessly while vigilantly greeting their neighbors in the same village.
Without permission from the government, anyone who goes to the river to take the scarce river water to irrigate the fields will be punished or even imprisoned.
Now the water in the river can only go to the place designated by the government every three days and be picked out on a per capita basis.
This water is for daily use and is not enough to irrigate crops.
Suddenly, someone stood high up shouting something and waving their hands.
Everyone raised their heads and looked towards that person.
"The clouds are coming! The clouds are coming!"
"God have mercy on us!" The shouts gradually became coherent and clear.
People held their heads high and were looking at a cloud, which was floating towards the rolling wheat fields at a much lower posture than usual.
When I got closer, I could vaguely see the undulating clouds and mist that stretched for miles, and there seemed to be Taoists flying among them.
But I saw this Taoist pushing his hand and falling with his palm, and the clouds and mist that should have dispersed were forcibly squeezed into a big ball.
When he reached the sky above the wheat field, the Taoist suddenly raised his body and stretched out one hand.
The sound of rolling thunder danced on his palms and fingertips.
A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, like a sword shooting down from the sky.
Boom!
There was a sudden explosion, and everything in the world was frightened.
The big raindrops fell from the clouds in an instant.
But the Taoist flew to the back of the cloud and kept pushing the cloud forward.
Try to get as much rain and dew as possible.
About half an hour later, all the fertile fields were watered.
The crops in the fields greedily and thirsty absorb this rare 'rainwater'.
The resilience of life is fully demonstrated at this time.
Seeing the crops coming back to life, the farmers fell to the ground one after another.
"Thank you, Immortal!"
"Merciful and compassionate Bodhisattva, please help me!"
"Don't be ridiculous. Wearing Taoist robes means you are a god." The farmers kowtowed and communicated in a low voice.
For them, this long-awaited spring rain not only saved their crops, but also saved their families and lives.
"Why do I look at it? I think I have seen this god before?" An old farmer squinted his eyes and said a little unsure.
"I've seen it! I've seen it! I've seen it too!"
"Isn't this the little fairy who came to ask us yesterday?" said a younger farmer with a better memory.
"Can you still remember the names of the gods clearly?" The old man, who was older or the elder in the village, asked hurriedly.
"It seems to be called Zhang San!" one person said.
"Hu Lilie, how can there be a god named Zhang San? We remember that his name is Zhang Sheng!"
"Nonsense, why do I remember it's Zhang Shan?" Everyone said this at once.
The rain clouds overhead had begun to dissipate.
At the same time, the 'immortal' pushing the clouds and making rain seem to fall towards the mountains in the distance.
"Zhang Sanfeng! I remember it clearly!"
"This little god's name is Zhang Sanfeng!" The person who spoke was extremely confident.
Some of the farmers who finally figured out their 'real names' chanted the name and continued to kowtow.
There are also those who are brave enough to run in the direction where Cao Zhe fell.
At this time, Cao Zhe fell from mid-air.
His face was pale.
Even with his skill, he was able to do it... It took a lot of energy to do it, and he almost couldn't withstand it.
First, use the Fierce Sun Palm to evaporate most of the stored water into clouds, then push it with the Cloud Pushing Hand to send such a large cloud to the field, and finally use the Five Yang Thunder Palm Technique to turn the clouds into raindrops again.
It's easy to say, but too difficult to do.
If Cao Zhe hadn't been supported by two fixed states of unity between heaven and man and high energy, no matter how strong his internal strength was, he wouldn't have been able to sustain such consumption.
After taking a few deep breaths to rest, Cao Zhe regained his strength.
Then he jumped directly and went to the county government office.
Corrupt officials are mediocre, and if you don't kill, you won't feel happy.
As for whether the situation will still be the same if another one comes up... This is something Wang Yu should worry about.
Of course, in order to avoid causing a sensation and destabilizing the local area, Cao Zhe chose to do something secretive to the county magistrate who cared little for the people and was bent on self-interest.
Let him linger on the sickbed for several months before ending his sin in pain.
As for the good man Xu Dashan, Cao Zhe went back and planted a spiritual hint in him that he would spend all his wealth to do good deeds, so that he was forced to live up to his name.
After his family fortune is almost exhausted, all the hidden wounds on his body will be healed.
For the rest of his life, whether he chooses to be a poor good person or a poor bad person... it depends on how he chooses. If he chooses to be poor and happy, he can still gain inner peace. If he continues to be greedy and shameless and does bad things, then poverty will be his most tormenting prison, causing him to scratch his heart day and night. This is more painful than killing him directly.
All the way north, the drought situation in some counties and cities is not bad.
Some officials still did something good. The use of water storage and the introduction of live springs from the mountains were all ways to alleviate the drought, and there was no need for Cao Zhe to intervene.
If he encounters officials colluding with squires and landowners again to deliberately promote and aggravate drought in order to enclose land, Cao Zhe will follow the same pattern and choose the right time to turn the stored water into rain clouds and spread artificial rainfall into the fields. He also secretly used means to punish those evil-hearted guys.
Although he didn't deliberately become famous, he gradually gained the reputation of a 'true immortal'.
The people spontaneously set up memorial tablets and made offerings to him.
The reputation of Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Xiaoxian naturally spread like wildfire, not only in the Central Plains, but also in the entire Dayue Land.
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