The 8th Section of the White House Legendary Family Will

  On the first day of the year, this day is used to worship ancestors. Although Bai Minghe has the surname Bai, he is actually the maternal uncle of the Sun family and also a holder of the imperial examination degree, so naturally he stands beside the elder uncle of the clan.

  Women in the Ming Dynasty were not low in status, and Sun Yuqin was also rising with the tide, standing in a secondary position.

  The worship thing, Bai Minghe also barely completed it under Sun Yuanchun's reminder.

  On the second day of the year, Bai Minghe dared not stay at home anymore. He wanted to go and take a look at the situation around him, including the artificial canal and the spring water.

  The donkey is the first walking tool, and in addition to this, there are eight sturdy young men following behind, carrying the disassembled two-person stretcher on their backs. This is for use on roads that the donkey can't walk on, so they can carry White Crane instead. The reason is simple: as people in the village think, a scholar like Master Hu would naturally not have the energy to hike mountain roads.

  Canal, what the heck is this canal?

  The Bai Minghe River is cursed, it's actually a canal, two zhang wide, and the deepest water is said to be nearly seven feet. In winter when the water is dry, flat-bottomed boats can carry four tons of grain and two people can sail normally in water over one foot deep.

  How can such a large amount of water be insufficient for irrigation?

  Bai Minghe sat on a dismantled chair, watching the leaves slowly moving on the waterway, silently calculating the approximate amount of water in his heart.

  "White Aunt, this water will rise again in a few days. But for all the fields in our Xiaquan Village to cut off all the water flow, it will take two days to irrigate all the land. However, it is impossible to only irrigate once, and we have to come back again in a few days."

  After listening to this member of the Sun family, Bai Minghe also stopped calculating the water flow.

  Judging by the depth of the water alone, it looks deep, but the flow is extremely slow, and the amount of water is small. These 32 villages, even if one village has water for a day, all the other villages will still die of drought.

  The amount of water needed per mu is countable, and how many days to irrigate once can also be modeled mathematically.

  In the watercourse, the amount of water sinking into the ground can all be calculated.

  However, this is the Great Ming, not modern times. Bai Minghe didn't have that many methods to calculate this, and could only rely on intuition to come up with an approximate figure.

  The next whole day, Bai Menghu led the Sun family to run wildly in the mountains.

  Can't help but admire the physical strength of the ancients. Bai Minghe was exhausted and speechless after sitting on a slide, but these young people were still spirited.

  Before nightfall, I finally arrived at the upper reaches of this canal, a waterway in the mountains.

  A valley, a quarry abandoned for many years since the early Yongle years when Beijing was built, now overgrown with weeds. The villagers of Xiaquan Village are carrying white cranes, just passing through here, about two miles northwest is the highest point of the river course.

  "Halt!" shouted Bai Menghu suddenly.

  The head of Xiaquan Village didn't understand why, but they still followed Bai Jiu's orders.

  Bai Minghe stood at the top of the valley, thinking that this valley was absolutely usable. Thinking of this, Bai Minghe prepared to walk into the valley, but was blocked by several tribesmen: "Bai Gongye, going into the mountain is not arranged, and it's about to get dark, there are not only wolves in the mountain, but also wild boars!"

  Bai Minghe hesitated for a moment, but didn't want to go back now and decided to come again tomorrow.

  At this time, a wisp of smoke rose from the valley.

  Smoke rises, and there is someone inside. Bai Minghe prepares to enter the valley again, but is still blocked.

  "White Aunt, that old hunter is a strange old man, it's better not to go! I've heard the elderly in the village say that this old man has been living in the mountains for almost fifty years, and only comes out once or twice a year to exchange some daily necessities like oil, salt, rice and grains."

  Bai Minghe vowed to solve the problem of the 32 villages in Bali, and this valley was a good opportunity to do so. So Bai Minghe did not listen to the advice: "You go back first, hurry over before dawn tomorrow, and leave some food."

  Only a little dry food was brought along, Bai Minghe's decision was not something that the Sun clan leader could stop.

  That old hunter was eccentric, but he wasn't a man-eating monster. The Sun family watched as Bai Minghe entered the old hunter's courtyard before leaving together.

  The old hunter's pot was boiling with water, and on the ground two pheasants were still struggling for their lives.

  Seeing a stranger suddenly appearing in his own home, the old hunter did not get up, but only swept a glance at Bai Minghe with the corner of his eye.

  Bai Minghe adjusted his collar, bowed and said: "I am Bai Minghe from Guanzhong, a candidate for the imperial examination in this capital. I came uninvited, hoping that the elderly gentleman would inform me about the nearby mountains and the situation of this valley."

  Bai Minghe spoke while staring at the old hunter, who clearly showed contempt in his eyes. More obvious was that this old hunter knew exactly what a scholar-official was.

  Having been a human being for two lifetimes, I have seen all sorts of people. This old man with the white crane, however, gives me an empty and clear feeling.

  "Junior Bai Minghe, humbly requests Mr.'s assistance!" Bai Minghe bowed again.

  The old hunter remained unmoved and continued to whittle his bamboo arrow, this time without even turning his head.

  Bai Minghe turned it over several times in his mind, constantly analyzing what kind of person this old man was. There is only one possibility for someone who can live in seclusion for fifty years, that is, a greatly sorrowful person. If there is great hatred, these people would have gone to take revenge long ago, only a greatly sorrowful person could possibly see through everything and live in seclusion here.

  Just as Bai Minghe was thinking about how to speak again, the old hunter suddenly stood up. His aged face had a pair of calm and peaceful eyes, which reminded Bai Minghe of his past life's mentor who had guided him into business with his own hands. Only those without desires can regain trust, and thus establish their business on trust.

  "What are you going to do?" Perhaps many people hadn't spoken with him in a long time, the old hunter's tone was very strange.

  A wicked thought suddenly rose in Bai Minghe's heart, and he smiled calmly: "I'm going to destroy this courtyard of yours, leaving you homeless. Then I'll flood the entire valley."

  "Hahaha!" The old hunter burst out laughing, his laughter startling the night birds in the forest.

  "I want to solve the water shortage problem in Balian village. I have staked everything, even the examination permit has been pawned to the eight village heads. I am not seeking wealth or expecting any return from these eight villages. Bai Minghe only wants to take this opportunity to make a name for himself. In a small way, it's to gain fame in the hundred-mile radius, and in a big way, it's to spread his reputation to the capital city, which will help him become an official in the future. Another reason is that I know I won't pass the examination even if I participate, so I dare to pawn the permit to the eight village heads!"

  Bai Minghe said his true feelings in one breath.

  This is a gamble, betting that this old man is absolutely not an ordinary hunter, and gambling on a fate.

  The old hunter didn't answer immediately, but drew his bow and nocked an arrow. With just a sideways glance, he shot the arrow behind him, and two birds that were flying out of the woods were pierced through and fell to the ground.

  "The...". The old hunter only said one word, then changed his tone and said: "I have killed countless people, you are not afraid, dare to enter this courtyard, what does the life and death of the 32 villages in Sanli have to do with me?"

  Wow, what a great skill! Even Bai Menghu's eyes are wide with amazement. Is this still a normal person? If we put this in the future, will there be any point in competing in archery at the Olympics?

  "Follow me and I'll give you three or four silver coins a month. Think about it, White Crane, I'm a man of my word, I've read countless books, I have a strong sense of justice... what's most important to me is..." Before White Crane could finish speaking, his neck was grabbed by the old hunter, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent: "I've killed countless people!"

  Bai Minghe struggled for a long time before the old hunter finally loosened his grip.

  After panting for a while, he finally caught his breath. Bai Menghu was not giving up: "Killing one person is a thief, killing ten people is a hero, killing hundreds of people is a great hero, and killing thousands of people is a great hero. If you can kill tens of thousands of people, you can leave your name for centuries. How many people have you killed? Think about the White family of Guanzhong, Wu Anjun Bai Qi, who killed millions of people and left their names for ten thousand years!"

  "Nonsense! How could Wu Anjun kill millions?"

  "You haven't killed enough, I'll take your surname!" Bai Minghe's temper flared up, but who would have thought that the old hunter's calmness disappeared, replaced by a faint aura of killing intent: "Kill enough, and I'll take your surname!"

  "Old man, don't be stubborn. I am Bai Meng representing the White Clan of Guanzhong, and today I will have a word with you!"

  With your surname, this is a modern quarrel that comes out of one's mouth, but in the Ming Dynasty it may not have meant that. The old man thought of the haystack, burning chicken on one side and writing with branches on the sandy ground about the history of Qin State he knew, as well as the battle history of Wu Anjun Bai Qi.

  Bai Menghua is at a third-rate level in terms of history, but he still knows something about some special figures.

  Not to mention one million, even if it's 16 million, I, Bai Minghe, dare to debate with you and see who comes out on top.

  Iguo Battle killed 240,000 Han-Wei coalition forces. Attacked and broke through the Chu capital, burned their ancestral temple, and annihilated 3.5 million Chu troops. Attacked Zhao and successively annihilated 6 million Zhao troops (including the Battle of Changping). Attacked Wei at Huayang and beheaded 130,000. Fought with Zhao general Jia Yan and sank 200,000. Attacked Han at Xingcheng and beheaded 50,000.

  Bai Menghua wrote down all he knew about Bai Qi's military history on the sandy ground with a modern hard-brush calligraphy in one breath.

  Front and back, wrote more than a thousand words.

  After finishing, a pheasant in his hand was also pecked clean. He gulped down some wine and threw the empty bottle into the valley with great force. Then he looked up at the sky and laughed loudly: "I am Guan Zhong Bai, the war god of Wu Anjun! Who dares to compete with me under heaven?" After laughing, he fell asleep by the fire heap.

  The old hunter held up the torch, looking at them one by one. Not only did he look, but also wrote down relevant sentences from the books he had read before, recording these battles, and made calculations accordingly.

  After witnessing the Battle of Changping, the old hunter looked at the White Crane sleeping soundly by the fire and had a few words of understanding in his heart. As a descendant of the Bai clan, he was emotionally stirred by the glory of his ancestors, which was also understandable. After analyzing everything, the old man suddenly lifted his head and said with emotion: "Killing millions of people leaves a name that lasts for eternity! A name that lasts for eternity!"

  Unconsciously, daybreak arrived, and after Bai Minghe woke up, all the marks on the ground had disappeared.

  The old hunter came before the White Crane: "From now on, I'll take your surname, White."

  Bai Minghe hadn't fully woken up yet and stared at Lao Lie for a long time before asking, "Then what?"

  "I've lost to you, just like that. I'm finished." The old hunter said with a hard air and went back into the house, leaving behind White Crane who was standing in the cold wind, stunned.