As long as the water is good, their roots can grow strong and powerful, and can penetrate deeply into the surface of the ground and grasp the soil below. Piles of crops or plants grab the soil one by one and connect them together, which is the hope for the entire village to survive. However, when we plant crops, we cannot pollute the water source because the roots of plants capture the land. We guard our own village. No matter where it is, the premise is not that there must be water. If there is no water, everything is empty talk.

Only when water gathers together can things grow on it to meet the material needs of the village. Water is the totem of the village. People always express respect for water first. There is no gold god or wood god, and naturally there is no earth god or fire god. However, there is only water god. People and villages pray for wealth from the water god and pray for the Dragon King to bless the harvest of grains. The emperor sacrifices to the sky, and the most solemn sacrifices are often dedicated to the water god, and even the king has tattooed dragons on his body. The Dragon King is the water god. Since ancient times, the king has respected and feared water. People always believe that they will give the most solemn sacrifices to those most related to them.

The sacrifices in the village can never be separated from the water. Every family in the village knows how their ancestors built everything and how their ancestors survived. And this is the history of the village. We can forget other things, but we cannot forget history. Just like the villagers and the island villagers are always enemies, because we cannot forget history. It turns out that there is only water here. The initial people came from the water. We came to the land. We piled up wood here, inserted the wood into the soil, and then lit the blazing flames. This is the simplest ritual.

Then humans stay here, plow the land and build villages, and their generations are passed down in this way. Water is the root of everything and the place where we originate. Only where we have water can there be villages. Of course, only where we have villages can there be the best water. But not all water can give birth to excellent nations. Excellent villagers like Donger Village must have the best water. With water, we can plant crops, cultivate and sow seeds in the soil, and year after year, day after day, we survived like this.

Water can remember all this, and the memory of water begins with human memory. As long as a person stays here, the memory that does not lasts. The water with memory spreads out in the village from the door of the first house, covering the edge of the entire village. The village always carefully protects the water that belongs to it, because in the village, water that is not protected will be polluted, and the wasteland water will lose its memory.

Water that has lost memory will no longer remember which crops it has raised, and will allow the weeds to grow. When the weeds grow, it will attract mountain ghosts and poisonous snakes. This will cause the whole village to shake, and every child will wet the bed every night because of fear. The village will not tolerate any behavior of allowing water to be polluted, even if the village cannot develop. However, because the entire village believes that as long as the water is protected, it is safeguarding itself. In a village, anyone who wants to travel far will not forget to drink a sip of the water in the village.

I just want to remember the taste of this water. Maybe after I go out, I will never taste it again. The water in the village is very important in the hearts of the villagers. The water continues to survive in places with villages, in places without villages, in the air, on the ground for hundreds of years, and thousands of years. I see that water constantly plays different roles in our lives. After a rain, the rain nourishes the mountains and forests. The birds fly back and the birds rest in the bamboo forest. The souls float up, looking for the next destination. The water evaporates, and then falls again. The snow melts and keeps rushing.

All of this is the meaning of water. It constantly changes its shape and appears anywhere that requires us. For the villagers, the ancient well belongs to our Donger Village. It is the totem of our village. It is the symbol of life and the symbol of honor. It is the private property of Donger Village. Moreover, it can only belong to our Donger Village and will never betray others. This is my bottom line.

At that time, a plague occurred in the village, and all the water was polluted. Only this ancient well escaped the poisoning of the enemy and survived. This well was like a paradise, isolated from the filthy air in the world. If it weren't for this well, the village would have been gone. Most of the people who drank the polluted water and were sick. Many villagers had to escape from this hell on earth when they saw the plague in the village, but some people chose to stay.

They survived by relying on the water in the ancient well, and with a clean water source, everyone gained the power to live. This is the power of water, it is the most powerful force in the world, and we can survive as long as we have water. In the ancient wells in our village, there are some waters that can make us live. This is not only the welfare of the villagers, but also the pride of the villagers.

I knew it was not ordinary water. It turned out to be the water in the ancient well. No wonder the taste was so refreshing and refreshing. It really surpassed the ancient water. It turned out to be extraordinary. It turned out that this was the water we had drunk, which was different from the water we drink now. Sister Wang said.

Brother Li: It’s different. The water we drink now is too polluted. The white drinks are either emitting white air, or there is a smell of tap water pipes or a thick layer of water crust. The water we follow is no match for this water. I guess the best water in our village is at the village chief’s house. The water in other wells cannot compare to this water. Could it be that this is a magical ancient well that has inherited the memory of our land for thousands of years, and it has accumulated over time such sweet water.

When Uncle Li heard this, he told a legend that a beautiful story had been circulated among the people: One day, Su Shi (Su Dongpo), a great writer of the Northern Song Dynasty, came to Gao'an to visit his younger brother Su Zhe who was supervising the salt and wine tax in Yunzhou. He walked the wrong way at the Sijiao Pailou and walked south to the Qingshi Bridge. He walked dry and went to a family to ask for water. The owner brought a bowl of tea, and he drank it in one breath. A bowl of tea fell into his stomach, and he felt the fragrance was full of coldness from the back of his head to the back. He thought that he had walked many places and had never drunk such good water.

When the owner saw that Su Shi was a literati, he asked him to write the name of the newly completed bridge pavilion. When Su Dongpo knew that the tea he had just drank was the water in the well behind the bridge pavilion, he happily wrote the three big words "Ganlu Pavilion". Later, the owner asked the stonemason to chisel these three words on the top stone slab and embed them on the pavilion the next day. Su Dongpo asked about the route to his younger brother, and drank another bowl of spring water from the Ganlu Pavilion well before leaving the Bluestone Bridge with satisfaction.

You have found such an allusion. The village chief was very happy after hearing their words: I didn’t expect that everyone would not have such knowledge. As expected, we could talk.

Brother Li: Of course, I can talk, I must have talked.

Sister Wang: You must be able to chat.

Village Chief: I like you who are so sensible. You have to choose people when drinking tea. Tea tasting is a very amazing knowledge.

Brother Li: That's it.

Just as the village chief connected the so-called constant temperature electric kettle, the situation suddenly changed and the whole world became different.

Brother Li said in surprise: In an instant, this world became before liberation, what's wrong?

I saw that it was pitch black in front of me, and the originally bright world suddenly became dark.

The village chief was very angry. Thinking about the anger at that time, it was so good, but suddenly shutting down the power was really bad. Could it be that the village chief cursed: The electricity in the village is crazy, why are they so willful, stop when they want to stop, stop when they say they stop, and stop at all, without any signs?

Sister Wang smiled: What are the signs? The last time the power outage was coming, the guest was coming. I was halfway through the frying, so I came here for me. The key is that there are guests at home, so how embarrassing you said. I could only find that I got angry and continued to cook the dishes. It took me a lot of time to prepare the dishes.

Brother Li also complained: The power outage was not long ago, and it was shut down for one night. The house was like an ice kiln, and my house did not have a fire. How bad it was that day.

Uncle Kang: Yes, yes, yes, once when I was watching the disc, I suddenly ran out of power. I was halfway through my disc and couldn't watch it. You don't know that I was feeling like I was overeating and was so blocked.

The village chief smiled, "Look at how the power went out when drinking tea, and his mood was no longer beautiful. But when the village chief went out, the next few houses had electricity, but their own houses stopped. It seemed that they had tripped. The village chief quickly pulled the gate up, but he didn't know what was wrong, why did he lose the chain at critical moments. It was really not powerful. The village chief pulled the gate and rushed back immediately. Fortunately, it was said that the electric kettle was particularly powerful to boil water, and it was considered a magical tool.

The village chief smiled at everyone and told everyone: It’s no big deal, don’t mind, I’ll push it up.

Everyone said: I don’t mind, we really don’t mind.

The village chief plugged in the electric kettle again. With a snap, the power supply was plugged in, but the electric switch jumped again.

Everyone was really stunned and didn't understand what was going on. Even the village chief looked embarrassed. The village chief could only justify himself: high-tech, I haven't figured it out yet.
Chapter completed!