There is a river in the Siming Mountains, called Qianyinhe, and thousands of acres of land nearby are watered by Qianyinhe, because the existence of this river feeds the people of several surrounding villages.
Regarding the origin of the galaxy, this is not simple, it is said that a long time ago, there was no galaxy migration here, and the villagers here could only rely on the sky to eat. Once there is a drought, the local people sigh and sigh, because the harvest is greatly discounted, if bad luck.
There will even be no grain harvest.
One year there was a drought, and a large number of the villagers' crops were withering away, so the villagers went to the witch for help. The witch asked the villagers to go to the Dragon King Temple to invite the Dragon King. The villagers spent a lot of money and effort to finally carry the Dragon King out to ask for rain.
The villagers carried the Dragon King around, but to no avail. The sun in the sky is still roasting the earth fiercely, and the disaster is getting worse and worse. The villagers were so angry that they went to negotiate with the witch.
"What's going on, how come the method you said is useless," the angry villager exclaimed. The witch pretended to be mysterious and said, "Everything is the number of days, the number of days has been determined, and no one can do it." ”
, there are so many days, can't we just wait for the SI at home? The villagers said angrily.
"Huh? Before saying that please the Dragon King is useful, we spent such a big price is useless, this witch talks is a fart, everyone don't believe her, we will think of a way. ”
After the angry villagers left the witch, they gathered together to discuss the solution, and you and I discussed it sentence by sentence. One of the eighty-year-old masters suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he shouted "There is."
"What's there?" The villagers looked at the eighty-year-old man in unison, and they all stopped talking, and the birdsongs were particularly clear.
The eighty-year-old man coughed a few times and cleared his throat. Pointing to a towering mountain in the distance: "At the top of that big mountain, there is a pool of heavenly springs, and the spring water is inexhaustible all year round, if we bring the water of the heavenly springs over, our fields will be saved."
"But that day the peak was very high, it was difficult to climb up, let alone bring the spring water down, most of the previous climbs on Tianfeng Mountain did not come back." Those who came back said that they would never go again, and climbing the Heavenly Peak would definitely be nine deaths," the old man said wryly.
"The road is there, it depends on how it goes," said a forty-year-old man. The other villagers happily echoed the words, and everyone discussed for half a day.
No one is willing to climb the Tianfeng Mountain to divert water, after all, it is confiscated, and they can also go to the landlord to borrow grain, and the harvest will be good in the next year. Big didn't go out to ask for food. But climbing Tianfeng Mountain is nine deaths, and the villagers are a bit desperate until they have to.
At this time, a young man named Qianyin came over, he had fled to this place from other places, where there was a military disaster in his hometown, his parents and relatives were not spared, they all became the ghosts of the soldiers' knives, and he escaped the disaster because his mother hid him in the cellar.
Later, he begged to come to this village, the villagers saw that he was pitiful, let him live in the family of the childless and childless old man, sent the good man to the end, the first two years the old man also died, Qianyin became alone again, relying on the mountain to cut firewood to make a living.
Qianyin saw that the villagers were all frowning and frowning, so he asked why. The villagers told him what the old man had said. Now there is a lack of people who are willing to go to Tianfeng Mountain to draw spring water.
Qianyin was favored by the village, not the villagers took him in, maybe he starved to death, he decided to do Tianfeng Mountain to divert water. "I would like to go to Tianfeng Mountain to draw water, but I lack the tools to drink water," Qian Yin said firmly.
"Strong man, don't worry about the relevant tools, we will raise them for you," the villagers said cheerfully, all praising Qianyin's bravery.
The next day, Qianyin took the hammers, steel drills, iron pestles, ropes, bamboo hooks, and dry food prepared by the villagers and walked to Tiandu Mountain accompanied by the villagers.
After coming to Tianfeng Mountain, Qianyin climbed alone with tools, because Tianfeng Mountain was particularly steep, most of them were ninety degree cliffs, and only a few places that were not so steep could barely rest their feet.
Qianyin climbed desperately, and finally climbed to the top of the peak after five days, after reaching the summit, because of the hope of many villagers, Qianyin took a break, and he kept looking for a heavenly spring, and sure enough, he found a bottomless heavenly spring.
After finding tianquan, he found that tianquan was relatively close to the cliff, and if he wanted the water of tianquan to flow down Tianquan Peak, he needed to break through the rock wall. Once the rock wall is pierced, the spring water will splash down the cliff.
The villagers only need to slowly direct the flowing water into the field, and the dealer can be saved.
So Qianyin picked up the tool and began to work day and night, for three days and three nights in a row, the light hammer could not hit more than 50,000 times, and finally broke through the rock wall, and the spring water drifted to the edge of the cliff.
Qianyin was also exhausted and washed off the cliff by the spring water.
The villagers around the mountain were particularly happy to see the spring water falling from the sky, and when they saw the body of Qianyin, the villagers were in pain and drooling, and after being buried under the Tianfeng Mountain, the villagers cried for three days and three nights.
After the springs slowly converged into a small river, the villagers slowly directed the water to their respective fields, and the crops were finally saved. In order to commemorate the contribution of Qianyin, this river gathered by the heavenly springs was named The Migration Galaxy.