Two days later it will be sunny.

At the Chen family village, including Old Chen, a large group of people were waiting to see.

This legend is a very important project waiting for decision-making, and something called cement is being tested.

Previously, Zhao Cheng asked Guijiaoqi to go to Yangshan Village to find Bai Chenxiang, and drew about 100 kilograms from the extremely tight cement and sent it to Chenjiazhuang for trial.

After following the instructions and mud, Lao Chen ordered people to dig a small hole on the ground and apply it to the surface with cement. It is now dry.

Many children came over and lay on the ground and touched the small "reservoir" with their hands. It felt very delicate and the feel was very different from other things.

"Get out! How can you touch such an expensive thing when you wait for the little brat."

Chen Xiaohu came over and beat the children away with a palm on the back of his head.

"Shangshui."

Lao Chen issued an order, and the people around him poured the water prepared in the bucket into it.

Generally speaking, even if the soil has absorbed water in the rainy season, the amount of water in such mud pits will be quickly lost and slowly swallowed by the land.

The villagers opened their eyes wide open, seeing as much water as they entered. After waiting for half a quarter of an hour, the water was like in a jar and not swallowed by the land.

For a moment, everyone around was full of surprises, especially the women who seemed to see miracles, shouted "magic" and bowed down.

Because this is really a miracle for farmers, it is still vague to operate it. But at least this means that it is possible to store too much rainwater in summer in some areas until it is time to use it.

"Twist these troublemakers away!"

Old Chen was also very excited because the convenience of this thing exceeded his cognition. However, it would not affect his reproaching these women. He could not hold back. At least he had to observe more to confirm that it was not. He could only start worshiping him for a quarter of an hour and regarded it as a miracle.

Of course, objectively speaking, if they were not so stupid, Lao Chen's rule would not be so easy.

Next was a group of novice mode. More than a hundred people on the scene were in a hurry, shouting "miracle", and saying that they would quickly get all the divine mud back and put it in Chenjiazhuang. If they were too late, they would be monopolized by others.

Old Chen ordered people to bring chairs and tea without any haste. In the sun, he continued to observe the changes in the water level by the small reservoir.

The water level is almost unchanged, and the disappearing part is because of the hot sun which is easy to identify.

Later, Old Chen personally entered the pool and felt the cement surface that had been soaked in water for nearly half a day with his hands and feet. It was still the same as it was dry in the early stages and was not affected by water.

Then use a dagger to scratch the dry cement, which can leave traces, but it has almost no impact on the integrity of the cement.

"Come on, use a sledgehammer to smash the reservoir for me!"

In the end, Lao Chen issued a very big bunker order.

"No... Third uncle, you are committing a sin!"

The group of people suddenly became messy again, all of whom were beating their chests and stamping their feet in fear of the destruction of miracles. The situation was very exaggerated.

"Really... it's going to smash it?"

Chen Xiaohu hesitated a little too.

"Smashed."

Old Chen thought they were simply a group of idiots and were too lazy to talk about it in detail.

Next, four strong men went into battle and started smashing the reservoir along the edge with a sledgehammer. But the degree of damage was not as easy as imagined, nor was it that big.

Old Chen was very vulgar and cautious and observed silently. He could smash it. He could smash the bricks in the brick kiln and the rocks used to build the city walls. Of course, cement can be done. There is nothing in the world that cannot be smashed, including Jiangshan.

The only thing to observe is its strength and ability to withstand damage. This is very important. Whether it can be judged by what Zhao Cheng said, "Leave it for descendants to descendants" is actually based on strength.

As long as there is a very expensive strength of burning bricks, it can be included in the category of inheritance in this era. Based on the traditional Han thinking, it is relatively expensive or cheap. As long as it can be passed on to descendants and descendants to continuously generate benefits, then this price is really within the acceptable range.

After observing it all the time, the entire pool was indeed smashed and the sun was about to set. Now Old Chen was in a state of shock, half open his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time.

If you observe the strength, of course, this thing is much higher than that of burnt bricks. Burning bricks will be smashed as a whole, but the cement cannot be clearly identified by the feeling of hitting the hammer. The cement has a very strong bonding and compressive resistance. With one hammer, it can only leave traces in very small local locations. It actually has very little destructive power to others and surrounding areas.

In other words, the difference between this thing and burning bricks is that it is very easy to repair if it is broken locally, and it does not damage the whole, and children can easily repair it.

And it can be smashed because the applied cement is only a very thin layer and the foundation has not been reinforced, which means there is no support behind the cement, which is the damage formed.

Two people from the village who were from bricklayers were considered experts, and they also came over to make suggestions: "Uncle San, this is really a good thing. It can be smashed because the foundation is not consolidated. If you use strip stones to hit the soil by hammering in during construction, squeeze the surrounding soil density as a stability, then lay a layer of irregular stones, and then use this magical cement to fill the gaps between the small stones to stick to the solid, let alone the reservoir, even the city wall used as a border is strong enough."

"really?"

Lao Chen is not a bricklayer, so he deliberately asked more questions.

"I can definitely make this guarantee." The two masons were very convinced.

Old Chen still looked very vulgar and hesitated while touching his chin.

A group of people fell to the surroundings, almost wailing and shouting miracles, "San Uncle, I, Chenjiazhuang, should act quickly and take advantage of this rainy season to build a large reservoir on the highlands so that we can not look at the sky in the coming year, so that we can ensure our own farming."

"Yes, we have to attack decisively. Whoever snatches us the cement will take the dung scoop and stab him together!"

This is simply a group of uneducated sticks, but they are helpless in their minds as well as Lao Chen's.

This year, the land is everywhere, but without water, it is not called a field. In other words, a place with water is equivalent to a field.

Thinking of this, Old Chen murmured to himself, "Zhao Cheng's turtle is so scammed. It's a good thing, but... it's too expensive."

The crowd around him wailed on a large scale again:

"The third uncle cannot hesitate. There are principles for being expensive, and you must practice it even if you are expensive."

"Yes, just like the land is getting more and more expensive, and it is no longer a good deal to calculate the price of food. But many people still buy land again because it is the foundation of life and can be passed down from generation to generation. Not to mention enjoying happiness, things that can truly dress and eat. Of course, it cannot be cheap, but it has to be bought first."

Old Chen approached the bricklayer whom he trusted, whispered, "You can calculate how much cement is needed to build a larger reservoir in Wangjiapo."

Because the scale cannot be determined and there is no specific empirical reference, it is difficult to calculate.

However, one of the bricklayers said excitedly: "Uncle San, I don't think there is any need to worry about this. It is true that its strength is a one-time and foremost solution. In this way, there is no need to calculate short-term gains and losses. Even if the scale is larger, it should be enough to have hundreds of thousands of kilograms of cement. Even if that kid Zhao Cheng is so rude, it will only cost a few hundred jin of coins. For this reason, I can turn some unusable land in Chenjiazhuang into arable land. In the long run, it will be profitable no matter what."

"Yes, I'm afraid that Zhao Cheng will not spread the secret recipe, so the cement production is limited. If we don't quickly gain share, our water use environment will be difficult to improve within a few years."

Chen Xiaohu also intervened and encouraged him. He knew very well how many groups of fights he had to fight with water every year, because Xiaohu took the lead in charge every time.

In the end, Old Chen had to sigh and laugh, "This time he won. The vegetable heart I had accumulated for many years was picked up by his turtle. Okay, we need to repair this pool, so we need to repair it quickly!"
Chapter completed!