Just like this, Du Feng followed the village elder for a while. There weren't even any farmhouses around. They came to an open space in the depths of the village. There was a large water tank on the ground. It was probably where Little Shitou's father and the others fetched water. Next to it, there was a small well. There was a bucket beside the well, and there was a rope hanging down from the well.
He understood. They used the bucket to fetch water from the well and then poured it into the water tank.
It was such a simple task. Du Feng didn't need the village elder to teach him how to do it. Thus, he took the initiative to run over, picked up the bucket, and wanted to put it into the well. However, when he suddenly lifted the bucket with both hands, he realized that he was completely wrong. In this magical village, how could it be so easy?
Not to mention fetching water, just the empty bucket was frighteningly heavy.
If one looked closely, they would find that the bucket was made of a relatively strong wood. Many wooden boards were put together to form a cylindrical shape. Then, a large wooden board was used to seal the bottom. The biggest feature of this bucket was that its walls were relatively thick.
The wooden buckets that the villagers used to fetch water from the fields weren't as thick and big as this bucket. Thinking about it, it made sense. Their small buckets were already so heavy. How could this big bucket be light?
"Young man, take it easy. Don't strain your waist."
The village elder was obviously concerned about Du Feng, but why did it sound like he was joking?
"It's okay. I'm young and my waist is strong."
Du Feng used all his strength to lift the big wooden bucket and then moved it step by step to the side of the well. First, he poked his head into the well to take a look and felt dizzy. As a result, he let go of the big wooden bucket and threw it down.
According to the normal procedure, he should use the rope to pull the bucket down bit by bit. Because he didn't know how deep it was, he didn't know if this would break the rope. During the process of the bucket falling, if the rope wrapped around his feet, he might be dragged down.
However, the bucket had already left his hands, so it was useless to think about it. Du Feng reacted quickly and quickly jumped up to avoid the rope next to him. Seeing that the bundle of rope was rapidly decreasing, it meant that the well was still very deep. He didn't know when he would reach the bottom.
Plop!
Just when Du Feng was worried that the rope would break and didn't know how to explain to the village elder, he heard the sound of water falling from the well. It seemed that he had worried too much. The wooden barrel would stop when it fell into the water.
The wooden barrel was already in the water, and the real hard work was next. Du Feng used the hemp rope, which was as thick as an arm, to pull up the wooden bucket and the water inside. The wooden bucket was already heavy enough, and with the addition of a bucket of water, the weight was unimaginable.
"Hi!"
He first circulated his Qi and steadied his horse stance. Then, with a loud roar, he grabbed the hemp rope tightly with both hands and exerted strength in his arms. With such a fierce tug, the barrel was lifted from the water. Because of the buoyancy of the water, it wasn't too heavy this time. But once the wooden barrel left the water, it became extraordinarily heavy.
Because his hands were gripping too tightly, a red mark was left on Du Feng's hands by the hemp rope, and his skin was rubbed painfully. But at this time, he could not let go. Once he let go, he would be discouraged, and it would be even more difficult to pull him up later.
The key to drawing water from the well was not to use both arms to exert strength. Instead, he gripped tightly with both hands, and then slightly squatted with both legs and bent his waist at the same time. Then, he exerted strength in the muscles of his legs, and his body rose up abruptly. Using the inertia, he hurriedly switched his left and right hands to grab downwards. In this way, the wooden barrel was pulled up by a section.
This kind of action was repeated, mainly relying on the coordination of the waist and legs to exert strength. In addition, since the back was tense, the arms only played a coordinating role. In this way, the efficiency of drawing water was much higher.
"Hi! Hi! Hi! "
Du Feng shouted the slogan as he pulled up. After tossing and turning for about a hundred times, he finally saw the edge of the wooden barrel. At this time, the skin on his hands had already been rubbed off, and the hemp rope was dyed red with blood. Frankly speaking, this trip to fetch water was really not easy. If it were someone else, they might have long thrown it down and quit.
Anyway, he had the small world in the necklace, and he didn't have to worry about food and drink. Why did he have to suffer like this?
But he understood one principle, only those who suffered the most hardship could rise above others. Coming to the Endless Domain was a risk, but at the same time, it was also an opportunity for him. He had to make good use of this opportunity and strive to advance a level every day. This way, even if he returned to the Heaven Domain, he would not need to be afraid of the Adjudicator Organization, or even the Heavenly Emperor or Emperor Le.
After the wooden barrel was pulled up, there was another thing that was rather difficult, and that was to pour the water into the large vat. One had to know that the large vat was quite tall, and he had to lift the wooden barrel up to pour the water in.
"Young man, rest for a while. Your hands are already injured."
The old village chief saw that Du Feng's hands were bleeding, so he let him rest for a while. It would not be too late to pour the water later.
"It's fine, I'll pour this barrel first."
Du Feng did not like to give up halfway. He felt that he had to at least pour this barrel of water into the large vat before worrying about the injuries on his hands. Therefore, he did not care what the old village chief said and lifted the wooden barrel up from the ground. Actually, it was tiring enough to drag a full barrel of water up. At this moment, his entire body was aching. However, he still pressed the wooden barrel so hard that even his joints were cracking from the pressure.
"Splash …"
The barrel of water was finally poured into the large vat. Although there was a slight splash, it should not be a problem.
"Come, wash your hands."
The old village chief scooped some water into a ladle for Du Feng to wash his hands. One had to know that this water could only be obtained through blood and sweat. It was actually quite a waste to use it to wash his hands. The correct use should be to water the crops. Because the crops were abundant, the villagers had food.
But since the old village chief had said so, Du Feng was embarrassed. Therefore, he stretched out his hands and washed them with the water. At least he had to wash the blood off his hands so that they would not slip when he grabbed the rope later. According to his plan, after his hands were clean, he would apply some medicine to help the wounds heal faster.
Actually, such superficial wounds were nothing to martial artists and should heal very quickly. But for some reason, the wounds caused by the hemp rope could not heal so easily, so he needed to apply medicine.
But what happened next completely toppled Du Feng's worldview. Because after he washed his hands and removed the blood, the wounds on his hands disappeared. That's right, it was as magical as erasing them with an eraser.
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