Is Bai Minghe pretending to be confused or really not understanding? Sun Yuanjun has some doubts, but after thinking about the letter, she spoke to Bai Minghe and explained:

"Husband, it should be that the Prince of Ming Dynasty is stable, and the world is stable. But, my daughter's family does not understand military and national affairs. Is this the Beijing exam question? Or is it the meaning of that adult?" Even though Sun Yuanjun reads a lot, he may not have much knowledge.

Bai Minghe thought about it for a while, but instead thought that this issue of the Beijing Trial Policy Theory might be Yu Qian's meaning.

The Minister of Rites was just a person who stood out.

But to be more specific, what does this mean?

Bai Minghe really doesn't understand it, so it's impossible to ask someone for this kind of thing. Yu Qian asked him to burn it after reading it. This matter is probably very confidential.

"The questions are easy to answer, but people are not easy to answer!" Bai Minghe gave such an answer after thinking.

Sun Yuanjun seems to understand Bai Minghe's words. Although she is smart, she can read more than a few Bai Minghes, but it does not mean that she, a sixteen-year-old girl, can understand the world and the officialdom.

Suddenly, Bai Minghe's eyes swept on Sun Yuanjun's face.

This face seems..., how do you say it? Bai Minghe's first reaction is that the shape of this birthmark seems to be somewhat different from yesterday, especially the corner of his eyes, which is obviously less than yesterday.

Let’s look at Sun Yuanjun’s clothes again. This is a new one, a new one prepared for the New Year. The clothes on the right seem to be a little darker than the clothes on the left.

There is a fraud! Bai Minghe's brain was spinning quickly, recalling all the knowledge he learned in later generations. Especially in psychology, a woman's face had such an ugly mark, which was in a sense worse than having one arm missing. So, such people have some psychological inferiority.

But Sun Yuanjun felt a little inferior, but he was like a proud swan in his bones!

There is a fraud!

It was only a few days after I arrived in the Ming Dynasty that I was involved in so many troublesome things. Even my own woman was very likely to be pretending to be ugly and deceiving herself. In addition to Yu Qian's visit, the invisible secret battle in the court.

Bai Minghe felt a slight headache.

He gently pressed his forehead and Bai Minghe's eyes focused on Sun Yuanjun's hands.

Sun Yuanjun is different from ordinary farm girls. She does not use it for farm work, and the name of a female teacher is not called for nothing. Her land is naturally cultivated by the same tribe in the village. Her task is to be an enlightenment teacher in elementary school, and the children in the teachings learn primary knowledge such as Thousand Characters.

But even so, these hands are white and slim, and look like jade carvings.

This is not reasonable, and you have such beautiful hands.

"This is a headache for your husband." Bai Minghe thought of his beautiful little hand like a jade carving, which was really good.

But Sun Yuanjun didn't understand Bai Minghe's meaning at all: "My husband has a headache, so I'll go find a doctor."

"Forget it." Bai Minghe said angrily, then sighed heavily.

Sun Yuanjun said at this time: "If you want me to help you press your head, just say it clearly. It is really boring to go around this kind of circle."

"Who is helping to press your husband's head?" Bai Minghe liked it in his heart. But Sun Yuanjun smiled dryly: "You are talking about these words today, but I just don't press it. Come and ask me to press it for you tomorrow."

Bai Minghe felt disappointed, and he closed his eyes and leaned on the chair.

Soon, a small matter like pressing his head was thrown aside, thinking about what Yu Qian was doing here? The second rank of the dynasty is such a big official, who ran to such a small mountain village out of thin air.

The more I think it's not a trivial matter.

While frowning and thinking, a pair of slender jade hands were pressed on both sides of Bai Minghe's forehead. Bai Minghe was about to open his eyes and sit up, but he heard Sun Yuanjun say, "Don't move, my husband is afraid he is tired. The second-rank man came to the door in person. If he was an ordinary person, he would have gone out to show off. But my husband is still thinking about it. My husband is an extraordinary person."

The little hand like a jade carving was pressed on his forehead. Listening to his woman praise him, Bai Minghe felt somewhat satisfied. He leaned on the chair and fell asleep unknowingly.

Two days later, with a shocking sound, countless stones at the other end of the valley slid from the top of the mountain. The mouth of the valley, which was originally more than fifteen meters high, was lifted to more than twenty meters high. At the mouth of the valley, eight were filled with water, one end reached the other end of the high ground, connected one by one, and sealed pottery pipes opened the plug.

The water of eight water dragons is constantly pouring into the valley.

Siphon technique!

The Baiminghe just explained a few simple words. This technology was already used in the Han Dynasty, but no one was used on water conservancy facilities on this scale.

"Next, the 15-meter-high small dam here must be completed within 20 days, otherwise there will be only water outage. Then, this kind of siphon pottery pipe should be installed next to the dam. During spring plowing, the water in the valley will be introduced into the river channel, so that at least half of the water use can be alleviated."

"Where is the other half?" asked a village chief.

"This valley is very deep, and it will take at least several months to fill the water. We are only twenty days away from spring plowing, so..." Bai Minghe did not explain any further. Many villagers there cheered loudly beside the pottery pipe, and the noise of the speech was completely covered.

Bai Minghe did not finish the explanation, and the village chiefs thought to himself that the lack of water in the past few decades can be solved half of it in just over ten days. And it can be solved all next year. This is a great thing. People should not be greedy!

The village heads also looked at each other and nodded in agreement. In any case, their more than ten days of hard work were not in vain, which had increased the amount of water diversion.

Although the increased water volume is not very effective for spring plowing, it has made great efforts to speed up the accumulation of water in this valley. If we rely solely on the original canal, we may have to fill the valley with the canal in the first half of the year.

Seeing hope, the villages have more energy to work hard.

Someone brought firecrackers, and two villages brought plaques.

"Now, it's not time to celebrate, and this is not enough to solve the problem of water use this year. Put away all the celebrations and work hard for another twenty days. In order to compete for spring plowing, all villages have enough water!"

Bai Minghe stood on the high ground and said loudly, and the villagers below cheered.

Bai Minghe commanded at the dam location again: "There should be a house to look at the dam here, and someone should be guarded day and night."

At the moment, the eight rural chiefs said that there will definitely be reliable people sent by each village to guard it day and night. This is a merit for the white-famous crane, but for the eight miles, it is a life and the root of life.

Bai Minghe nodded and pointed to the deepest part of the canal: "There is a small dock to build there. If the water volume is large, there will be more small boats and more merchants. So in the future, it will become a market, so at least 100 acres of open land must be built, and each village can also be given an additional income in the future."

The village chiefs and old people in each village nodded and said yes.

Bai Minghe has shown his ability. Who can convince anyone in these eight miles and thirty-two villages?

Each village assigned tasks and started working hard again.

Sun Hu has now become Bai Minghe's little follower, so he came over and asked in a low voice: "Son-in-law, this can only solve half of the water use, so will he fight again?"

Bai Minghe was stunned for a moment: "Who said that only half of it was solved?"

"My son-in-law just said that it is only more than twenty days before spring plowing, so this water can only solve half of the problem." Sun Hu repeated the words of Bai Minghe.

Bai Minghe smiled and knocked on Sun Hu's head: "Girl head, go and explain it to the villagers. This original canal canal can solve almost 10%. When the spring flowers bloom, the snow on the top of the mountain melts, and it can be solved about 20%. In this way, 80% of the water use will be solved here alone."

Eighty-mostly, Sun Hu quickly trotted to pass the message.

Bai Minghe was holding the Analects of Confucius and was about to read for a while, but he saw Sun Hu running back.

"Son-in-law, my son-in-law, an official said he came from the capital and sent me some imperial edicts. I asked me to go back to the village quickly. The village has already set up an incense table. I'm waiting for you."

Imperial letter? What? The white-name crane is not very clear, and it has never appeared in ancient TV dramas.

Since I came from the capital, I must have returned to the village.

When I rushed back to the village, the incense table was not placed in the ancestral hall, but in the yard of my own. To be precise, it was placed in the yard of Sun Yuanjun's house. In the main hall was a middle-aged man wearing green official uniform, next to him was accompanied by Uncle Sun. The feeling of speaking was not like an official to the people, but a family member.

What puzzled Bai Minghe the most was that Sun Yuanjun actually sat in the lower head.

Weird, very weird.

After entering the yard, the middle-aged official looked at the Bai Minghe and looked up and down.

Bai Minghe looked down at him. There seemed to be nothing wrong, but he didn't understand why this official stared at him like this. Is there a flower on his face?

"This lord!" Bai Minghe bowed a long time.
Chapter completed!