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"That's great!" Lin Dahe suddenly stood up, but his legs were numb from sitting too long, causing him to stumble. Cui Xiaoman instinctively reached out to help, and their hands briefly touched under the oil lamp before they both quickly withdrew as if burned.
"I'll go prepare the clay molds," Old Soldier pretended not to see, but a slight smile crept onto his lips as he turned away.
As dawn broke, the first batch of ten large filters had taken shape. Lin Dahe had chosen to demonstrate them publicly at Seventh Uncle's doorstep. When the murky canal water passed through layers of filtration and finally transformed into a clear stream, the villagers watching gasped in amazement.
"I'll try it first," Seventh Uncle said, trembling as he lifted a clay bowl and drank it all in one go.
Everyone held their breath in anticipation. The old man smacked his lips and suddenly widened his eyes. "This... this water..."
Lin Dahe's heart tightened, but he watched as the old man suddenly tossed aside his cane and walked three laps around the courtyard. "My old leg pain... it's gone!"
Doctor Li dashed forward, dipped his finger in the water and tasted it. He slapped his thigh in excitement. "It's Huangjing! And Angelica! This water has medicinal properties!"
Lin Dahe suddenly remembered how the Mad Old Woman used to throw roots into the spring—what the villagers had thought were acts of madness were actually her way of preparing medicine! The system promptly analyzed: [Groundwater dissolves herbal active ingredients, forming a natural medicinal spring.]
The news spread like wildfire. By noon, villagers of all ages lined up with bottles and jars to collect water. Even Zhao Da, usually idle, took up a hoe to reinforce the water filter.
"Let me help too," he said, rubbing his cracked palms with a choked voice. "My mother drank this water; her cough from ten years of tuberculosis... has eased by three parts!"
On the third day at noon, the scorching sun baked the cracked earth. Lin Dahe was recording changes in water quality by the filtration channel when the system suddenly emitted an urgent beeping sound—there was a flood warning!
He jumped to his feet; dark clouds were gathering on the horizon. Just as he was about to call out, the Mad Old Woman appeared from nowhere, her bony arm blocking the channel's edge.
"Get to higher ground! The Dragon King has spat!"
While the villagers were momentarily stunned, a thunderous roar came from the direction of West Mountain. Lin Dahe turned to look; a white line was rapidly approaching—it was a flood triggered by heavy rain!
"Flood channel!" he shouted sternly. "Everyone retreat to higher ground!"
Thanks to previous designs, the rushing floodwaters were diverted into three drainage channels leading to low-lying wasteland. As the muddy torrent surged past, the Mad Old Woman stood at the most dangerous spot at the dam, her spindle accurately pointing towards each diversion point as if she could see through every ripple of water.
"Thanks to Lin's young man for calculating so well..." her hoarse voice intermittently broke through the roar of waves. "This old woman just... borrowed some eyes..."
At that critical moment, a section of the eastern bank suddenly collapsed. Without hesitation, One-Armed Veteran jumped into the rushing stream, using his body to block the gap. One by one, villagers linked arms to form a human wall against the flood. The turbulent waters knocked them about, yet no one let go.
When the last wave passed, everyone was covered in mud but erupted into cheers of survival. Aunt Wang grabbed her grandson and prepared to kneel before Lin Dahe. "Sir Lin must be a celestial being descended from heaven! Even the Dragon King..."
"It’s thanks to the Mad Old Woman," Lin Dahe quickly supported her but felt warmth seeping from her sleeve—once again that blood with medicinal scent.
The spindle slipped from her fingers and fell into the still-churning waters.
"Look... look..." Her murky eyes reflected shimmering waves. "The clear water is coming..."
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