The wind is cold and the dew is heavy, and the night is like water.
Su Juren was wearing a thin shirt with sleeves full of fragrant ink, and a green robe on the outside.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at it and said, "Sir, are you studying?"
"Well," Su Juren responded and said, "Why are you here?"
"Sir, you are very interested in reading. Can you allow me to disturb you for a moment?" Xia Zhaoyi said again.
Su Juren frowned, looked at the girl, and laughed dumbly.
"Ah Li, why are you here?" he asked again.
The girl's face was clean, but her clothes were in tatters, and behind her was a patch of yellow mud that was about to be dried by the night breeze.
She raised her head, her eyes were bright and clean, but not as clear as a child's.
This kind of clarity makes Su Juren somewhat indescribable.
"The bridge collapsed. I can't go back. I came to disturb you sir for two things." Xia Zhaoyi said.
The stone bridge over there collapsed, Su Juren heard Bizhu mention it before.
Looking at Ah Li's appearance now, this little girl must have been hiding for a long time.
It was late at night, and although the girl was young, they were neither relatives nor friends, and there were differences between men and women. It was really inappropriate to let her into the house.
Su Juren glanced at the long corridor over there, and then at the pitted courtyard. A little beyond the courtyard, there was a cliff.
"Let's move the small case there." Xia Zhaoyi pointed out.
There is a small half slope over there, and to the back is a bamboo forest.
Su Juren looked up, then looked at Xia Zhaoyi: "Move Zhang Xiao's case?"
"It's best to have pen and paper." Xia Zhaoyi added.
The terrain below Banpo is slightly higher, and the rain stops for half a day, so it dries out faster than other places.
Su Juren placed the small case on the ground, placed two soft mats against each other, and looked back at the girl next to him.
He was a small man, always holding a small wooden box, with a gentle and serious expression.
The light and shadow of clear bamboo fell on her face, showing a calm demeanor.
Su Juren didn't know why he listened to this little girl. Maybe it was because of her nonchalant and fun demeanor.
"Sit down." Su Juren said.
Then he lifted his robe and knelt down on the soft mat.
Xia Zhaoyi put the box on the table, sat down cross-legged opposite him, put his hands on his ankles, and said, "Thank you, sir, for your trust."
"Come on, tell me," Su Juren said, "What do you want from me?"
"Sir, do you know why I chose this place?" Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "Because it's windy here, so if you don't speak too hard, only the two of us can hear you. And the angle I'm sitting at, with my back against
On the cliff, I can see all the people coming by."
Su Juren smiled: "Your teacher also taught you these?"
"No," Xia Zhaoyi's expression became serious, "I don't need anyone to teach me these things. I just want to tell you, sir, that I don't want other people to know about our conversation this time."
Su Juren paused slightly and looked at her seriously.
"It's getting late, so let me talk about the first thing first." Xia Zhaoyi said.
There was a strong mountain wind, and a stack of papers on the table, pressed against the paperweight, was blown away.
Xia Zhaoyi lowered his head and glanced at them, and said: "Sir, there are stone bridges broken in the east and west mountains, and there is a deep abyss in the middle. I wonder if you have any way to repair the bridge."
Su Juren is still hungry, and he has no share in the things brought by the servants in the backyard.
"I'm just a scholar. Building bridges is a matter for craftsmen." Su Juren said.
"Haven't you read it in the book?"
Su Juren smiled and shook his head: "The books I read are not the same kind of books as these."
After thinking about it, Su Juren said again: "Really talking about building a bridge, it takes a lot of time to build a bridge, and it is difficult and laborious to build, but there is a way to get over it in the short term. There is no shortage of flying ladders here, and there are several flying ladders.
Just put some planks on it and give it a try."
"If you accidentally break it, you will fall to death." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Su Juren smiled: "Ah Li, are you here to discuss building the bridge with me?"
"Is there an iron rope on the mountain?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
"Iron rope?" Su Juren thought, "There should be one."
"If you don't have iron ropes, giant vines will do. If you don't have giant vines, just use old clothes, wrap them in bundles, and temporarily connect the front mountain and the back mountain."
"Eh?" Su Juren was stunned, "This method is..."
"Transporting things," Xia Zhaoyi picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and drew on the paper. He said, "Sir, look, I have calculated the distance between the two ends for you. The fulcrum is set at Dongshan and Xishan.
Each place has a small mechanism that can be shaken on both sides to deliver food. The principle is like a windlass in a well."
The small hand holds the pen, and the force between the dots is even, the ink is clean and neat, and there is no halo.
She casually drew two cliffs, roughly outlining the shape with a few strokes, and then she quickly drew in the blank space on the other side.
The picture I made this time is not a painting of mountains and waters, but an exquisite illustration of a mechanism.
Mark the number of pieces of wood needed, the location where the wood is stuck, and the size of the wood one by one.
And just by painting these pieces of wood, her painting skills can be seen in every stroke of her strokes and strokes of ink.
Su Juren is only good at reading and writing poems, and the least good at painting. Seeing her holding the pen easily and casually, and sketching out the charm of things in just a few strokes, I can't help but be stunned.
"Okay," Xia Zhaoyi picked up the pen, waited for the ink to dry on the paper, and looked at Su Juren, "Sir, I'd like to lend them your mouth."
Su Juren was still looking at the ink on the paper. After a while, he looked up at Xia Zhaoyi and said, "Ah Li, your skills are quite good."
"My master is a lazy old man and often asks me to fetch water from the mountains. Since I was a child, I have been wondering if there is a way to fetch the water at home."
Su Juren was curious: "Then you figured it out?"
"Yeah." Xia Zhaoyi nodded.
She was thinking about this every day.
Whenever I had free time every day, I would cut trees and measure the terrain. If I had nothing to do, I would grab a small nail and pound it on a few pieces of wood.
Xia Zhaoxue also often gave her advice and suggestions in his correspondence, and asked someone to send her one relevant book after another.
After countless trials and failures, she finally built the big thing she named "Water Beast" on the dangerous mountain top of Liling Mountain.
Just shake the handle outside the wooden fence to get water.
Later, she felt that shaking the handle was too laborious, so she modified it several times, and finally turned it into a pedal.
Just step on it lightly and the water will gurgling out from the opening of the bamboo pipe above, which is really relaxing.
Not long after, the old master asked her to use this method in a separate bathroom so that she could take a bath more conveniently.
When Su Juren looked back at the drawings, he still felt unbelievable.
After thinking about it in his mind, he raised his head and said, "Then, how to send this iron chain or giant vine to the other side?"
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and said, "Why don't you think about it, sir?"
Think about it?
Su Juren frowned. He was just a scholar. His biggest thing since childhood was reading.
Xia Zhaoyi saw him thinking hard and didn't want to embarrass him, so he said: "Stretch it over with a long pole, or shoot it over with an arrow."
"That's right," Su Juren was enlightened and said, "It's so simple."
After thinking for a while, he frowned again: "Can the arrow move the iron rope?"
"The more force you use, the harder you draw the bow." Xia Zhaoyi said.
This chapter has been completed!