The rushing Dadu River washes out countless small flat dams in the mountains. These small flat dams have fertile land and are an important agricultural area along the Dadu River. Therefore, small villages with pearls scattered.

Liushuwan is one of many villages. She is facing the mountains, and in front of her is a large area of ​​fertile fields, extending to the Dadu River several hundred meters away.

There are twenty families in the village who come to live on the land in front of you.

But today, the village is filled with deep sorrow, and even the usually cheerful dog has been hiding.

The patriarch Liu Zhongyuan stood at the entrance of the village, rubbed his hands anxiously and walked back and forth, looking into the distance of the road from time to time.

Looking at the sun that was about to go down the mountain, I couldn't help but murmur: "Why haven't you been there yet? You won't encounter anything, right?"

At this time, the person who was waiting for Liu Zhongyuan was strode towards him.

The man was tall, with a veil wrapped around his head, a short shirt and a pair of straw sandals under his feet, which was no different from a farmer, but it was much cleaner and tidy.

His stride is very fast and powerful, and the setting sun shines on his face, making him look clearly contoured and full of fortitude.

His name is Xia Ping. He did not belong to this world. In another world, he was a deputy village chief. He was raining heavily. To protect the people from evacuating, the mountain torrent swept him away.

He doesn't understand whether it was quantum entanglement or magnetic field distortion that sent him here.

What he understood was that the world he came to was now in 1909, the first year of the Xuantong reign of the Qing Dynasty.

He didn't know whether this world was a parallel world or whether it had returned to the past.

The following days subverted his outlook on life. Looking at the child with the mark and listening to the heart-wrenching crying of the mother and son when they parted, Xia Ping felt helpless and felt extremely uncomfortable. He secretly swears that he would use his advanced understanding to lead everyone to a way out.

So in the past six months, he has traveled around the countryside and used easy-to-understand language to tell farmers about Chinese history, Western history, Water Margin, and Yue Fei...

Xia Ping also gave them ideas to teach the children to read and write. The farmers confide in Xia Ping, and they became friends who could talk about everything. The farmers respected Mr. Xia very much.

Today, Xia Ping received the news and went to Sandaoguai Village and did some preparations, so he came late.

Xia Ping followed the rooster bus (wheelbarrow) lane, and Liu Zhongyuan, who was walking back and forth from a distance, drove away.

Liu Zhongyuan also felt relieved when he saw Xia Ping in the distance. He went up to him and bowed to him, "Mr. Xia, please help us come up with ideas for our village."

Xia Ping hurriedly clasped his fists and returned the greeting: "Uncle Liu, don't be polite. I'm very happy to ask me for advice when you encounter something. After hearing the news, I went to Sandaokuai, which made you wait for a long time. Let's go into the house to talk.

The two of them walked towards Liu Zhongyuan's house while talking. Along the way, Liu Zhongyuan told about what happened.

The two of them came to the Liu family and followed many neighbors one after another. They all looked at Xia Ping with anticipation.

"I just said that, I took the hole for him. I was afraid that this and that would be so scared on my head, so I still endured it." The one who vented his dissatisfaction was Liu Zhongyuan's youngest son, the 18-year-old Liu Huaqiang.

Liu Zhongyuan was now anxious. When he heard his son say this, he immediately scolded his son:

"Mr. Xia didn't even speak. What did you say? I knew you would have to fight and kill until the whole day. How many can you beat?"

The son was not convinced and wanted to argue a few words. Xia Ping hurriedly dissuaded him, "It's important to do the important thing." Seeing that neither of them argued again, he didn't argue anymore.

Xia Ping said to everyone in the courtyard:

"I know the matter. It was Yang Yian who occupied Liu Zhongliang's land. The water on the mountain was originally through the weir ditch we built, and then through that land, irrigating dozens of acres of land in Liushuwan. Now they have opened their mouths on the other side of the field, and the water no longer flows to Liushuwan. The dozens of acres of land in Liushuwan have no water to irrigate, and it has become dry land."

"Mr. Xia, what should I do now?" Liu Zhongyuan looked at Xia Ping helplessly.

"According to my suggestion, everyone will sell the land. Now it is estimated that it can only be sold as dry land. One silver dollar per acre. These dozens of acres can still be sold for dozens of hundreds of silver dollars. Everyone should go their separate ways with their money."

"Otherwise, just plant it as a dry land, plant some corn, sorghum, sweet potatoes, and potatoes. If you suffer a little, you will be able to get some harvest from the Dadu River to water the land."

What is this? What is this idea?

Everyone showed disappointed expressions on their faces when they heard it. Liu Zhongyuan looked stunned, but they didn't expect Xia Ping to have this idea.

"Mr. Xia, can't you even help me?" Liu Zhongyuan asked unwillingly.

"I have told you before that there has never been any savior, and there will be no master Qingtian and knights who will take control of us. If we want to protect this land, we will all rely on ourselves to unite and form a rope."

If you stand and talk, you will not hurt your back. If you eat alone and your whole family will not be hungry, we will be with your family. If I dare to fight like you, Liu Zhongyuan thinks like this.

"Uncle Liu, what are you planning?"

Liu Zhongyuan lowered his head and thought for a moment: "I want to beg Mr. Yang, I don't know if I can see him."

"You go, they have planned it early and walked step by step, and are determined to ask for your land. If you go, I think Mr. Yang will suddenly find out with conscience. Just go."

All fools know, how is this possible?

"Why do you say that Uncle Yang wants our land?"

"Look at their plan, first make a decision to make Liu Zhongliang owe high interest goods, force Liu Zhongliang to death, and take down the land. The second step is to cut off the water. The third step is to buy the land. If you don't sell it, they have a hundred ways to sell it."

It’s not that Liu Zhongyuan didn’t know, but he always imagined that this might not be true, and there might be another possibility.

Now Xia Ping expressed his concerns and buried his head in pain.

The yard was silent, the air was suffocating, and the women's eyes were filled with tears.

Liu Huaqiang's teeth even made a "crack" sound, his fists were pinching tightly, and he said to Xia Ping:

"Mr. Xia, you are the person I admire the most. You read a lot and still think about us farmers everywhere. I remember all the principles you said. You must have a way, otherwise you wouldn't have rushed over."

A word woke up the dreamer, and Liu Zhongyuan seemed to have caught a life-saving straw.

"Mr. Xia, what should I do? I will listen to you."

"They have put the knife around our necks, and we have no choice except to fight hard."

Yang Duoye is so powerful, how can we fight? Liu Zhongyuan became timid again, and Xia Ping continued:

"Uncle Liu, don't be too careful when you say that. The reason why they dare to attack Liushuwan now is that they are sure of your weakness. When they attack Liu Zhongliang, you dare not speak out, which makes them more and more presumptuous. If you had done your best to protect Liu Zhongliang, you would not have made them so arrogant."

Liu Huaqiang couldn't stand it anymore: "Dad, it's all up to this point. You're still thinking about it, so just sell the land and I'll carry it on my back."

Liu Zhongyuan was silent, thought for a while, picked up the axe on the side, slashed the wooden pier with one axe, stood up and said:

"I'll fight, tomorrow, men, women, young and old, take the guys to break the hole."

Seeing that Liu Zhongyuan made up his mind, Xia Ping strengthened their confidence again: "I came late just now, but I went to Sandaokui and persuaded them to help us. Later, I will go to the upper and lower villages of Daoyan, and pull as many people as I can.

"If you all have relatives and friends, please contact them and tell them that if you help us this time, they will have something to do next time, our Liushuwan will also do our best to help them.

"Tomorrow I will be the first one. I don't believe that we have so many poor friends and can't beat them."

With Xia Ping's encouragement and analysis, the villagers' eyes also brightened. A peasant woman said:

"I'll go back to my mother's house immediately. It's impossible for my brothers to die in Liushuwan when I see my sister."

"I'll go back, too."

"I'll leave right away."

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[Author’s Off-topic]: Two years ago, I, who had never written a book, started to create "Traveling Times and Lands". I wanted to write the story in my heart and say what I wanted to say. I made up my mind to complete this book no matter how difficult it was.

But by October last year, I still had to stop creating "Traveling Times".

Teacher Yinglong pointed out many problems in "The Peach Blossoms in Troubled Times". After the teacher's guidance and teaching, I realized many of my shortcomings, and many of them in the book are still flaws.

Teacher Yinglong asked me to rewrite the outline to see if I could rewrite the book.

So I kept writing outlines and handing them over to the teacher for guidance. The teacher kept pointing out my problems in a tempting way, so I changed it again...

I can't remember how many times the outline and the beginning have been revised. In short, when I was a little depressed, Teacher Yinglong's encouragement asked me to start the pen again.

It was not until three months later that Teacher Yinglong said that he could continue writing like this.

During these three months, I clearly felt my progress.

Today I will start publishing a new book of "rewriting". Here, I would like to express my deep gratitude to Teacher Ying Long, who guided me and encouraged me!

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This book involves some geographical knowledge. If you want to have a deeper understanding of the geographical environment, please open the map app to search for Hanyuan County (called Qingxi County before the liberation of Hanyuan).

About the currency system in the novel:

Silver one liang = 1000 text

Silver dollar = 800 texts

One tael of gold = 5 taels of silver

The quantity system involved in the novel:

1 stone = 2 hu = 10 dou, one dou = 10 liters, 1 liter = 10 pl

To facilitate readers' reading habits, the novel's balance and control does not use hexadecimal, but uses decimal.

One stone = 160 kilograms, one bucket = 16 kilograms, one liter = 1.6 kilograms

Regarding the purchasing power of silver and silver dollars:

Inflation was severe in the late Qing Dynasty, and one stone of grain was about 2.5 taels of silver ≈3 silver dollars

1 silver dollar ≈ 55 jin of rice

1 kilogram of rice ≈15 liters of copper coins

1 pound of pork ≈40 liters of copper coins

1 zhang cloth ≈150 text copper coins
Chapter completed!