On Hema's side, he ran out to the yard after dinner, and began to study the "add water" in the yard.
The so-called adding water is a piece of bamboo tube, fixed in the middle with a bracket, usually with the opening facing upwards, and then water continuously flows into the bamboo tube.
When the water is full to a certain extent, the bamboo tube will turn upside down and make a clicking sound when it hits the stone.
Yes, it is the kind of "da da" sound that must be heard when the courtyard of a mansion is shown in Japanese dramas.
The Japanese believe that this thing can reflect Zen, so there must be this thing in high-end gardens.
Zen, when you hear this, you feel very ritual, right
So He Ma decided to add water to repair it, and he felt that this might bring some enhancements during cultivation.
He Ma studied the bamboo tube first, and found that it was not even a mechanical device, it was extremely simple, as long as water dripped in continuously, it could resume operation.
Hema looked at the device responsible for dripping water into the refill, and then found that there was a water pipe hidden in that thing—no, it should be said that it is strange that there is no water pipe.
He Ma followed the water pipe and found the water inlet in the pond that had dried up.
He found a stick and inserted it into the water inlet, stirred it and found that there should be something like leaves in it.
It seems that a small water pump is buried in the ground next to the pond, and the water is pumped up to add water to drip.
He Ma began to look for a maintenance port leading to the water pump—there must be a maintenance port, otherwise what if the water pump is broken
"Brother, what are you doing?" Chiyoko's voice came from behind.
He Ma looked up and replied, "I want to restore the operation of adding water."
Chiyoko raised her eyebrows: "Now? Aren't we going to sell the dojo?"
And Ma was speechless.
It's going to be sold, but I can't sell it now.
Chiyoko continued: "Besides, this thing has been broken for a long time. If it needs to be repaired, I'm afraid we need to replace the water pump. We don't have such spare money now."
He Ma naturally knew that he didn't have such spare money, he just wanted to try to see if he could repair it.
"Wait," he suddenly noticed the message conveyed in Chiyoko's words, "You know the pump is broken?"
"Yeah, Dad has been trying to fix it. Did you forget, bro?"
When Chiyoko said this, Kazuma also remembered, it seemed that there was a scene where Kiryu's father was busy repairing the pump.
Without Chiyoko's stimulation, he might not remember this for a while.
Now that he remembered the scene of Kiryu's father repairing the pump, Kazuma also remembered where the maintenance port was.
He walked to an area by the dry pond, stepped on it hard twice, and made sure that the bottom was hollow. Then he used his feet to push aside the cherry blossom petals piled on the ground, so that the cover of the maintenance port could be seen again.
Chiyoko: "Do you want to open the lid? I'll get the key."
As she spoke, she put the refreshments and tea in her hand on the ground, turned around and went back into the house.
After a while, she came over with a large key ring with a row of keys hanging on it, and in the other hand she held a long strip wrapped in cloth.
He Ma asked curiously: "What is that?"
Chiyoko: "I don't know. When I went to get the key, I saw this thing in the warehouse. It should have been in there for a long time, so I took it out by the way... Looking at the shape and feel, I think it is..."
Chiyoko turned upside down, resulting in a large cloud of dust, which made her cough and couldn't finish her sentence.
He immediately went forward to take the long thing from Chiyoko.
It feels like a bundle of bamboo knives.
Putting things on the ground with the horse, another cloud of dust was stirred up, forcing him to retreat tactically to hide.
Then he quickly untied the rope and opened the dusty cloth bag.
"Wooden knife..." He Ma took out one, held it in his hand and began to observe.
Obviously this wooden knife has been used for a long time, and the grip part can even see the imprint left by the sweat of the hand of the person holding the knife soaked in the wood for a long time.
Chiyoko: "I miss you so much. We used wooden swords in the dojo. It was a thing when grandpa was still alive. Brother should have practiced with wooden swords when he was young, right?"
As soon as Chiyoko said that, Hema associated the corresponding memory in his mind and played it automatically in his mind.
In the picture, Kazuma is still a five-year-old child, holding a wooden knife for adults, and posing in the middle of the cherry blossom tree without moving—this is practicing shape.
Grandpa Kiryu was dressed in a black kimono, and he looked exactly like the daimyo's family elder in the Taiga drama. He folded his arms and looked at the young Kazuma seriously.
On the edge next to it, a petite woman was sitting on the edge of the edge, her feet were hanging down naturally, and she was still holding a baby in her arms—that should be Chiyoko.
Chiyoko: "I started learning kendo after my grandfather passed away. At that time, my father led the reform of the dojo, replacing wooden knives with bamboo knives, and the course was changed to the more popular competitive kendo. As a result, many of my grandfather's students said, ' This is obviously an ancient dojo, we are here to learn how to draw swords and cut tree stumps, not to learn the soft sissy competitive swordsmanship!'
"Then they left one by one."
Kazuma looked at the wooden knife in his hand—it was called a molded knife to be precise.
Chiyoko: "It turns out that Dad still kept the wooden knife."
"Well, it's a good thing he kept the wooden knife. If Ji Dao comes again later, we can use the wooden knife to crush them." He Ma paused.
"Well, I also thought it might be a wooden knife, so I took it out. Sure enough, it will still conflict with Jidao in the future, brother?"
Chiyoko looked worried: "Is it really useless to call the police?"
"You're still talking like that." Hema shrugged, "It can't be said that it's completely useless, at least the police are suppressing it, and the extreme Taoists have to talk about some rules. It can't be completely forced. However, there are some Self-preservation is better than nothing, and wooden swords are better than bamboo swords... Wait, since we used to be an ancient practice place, don't we have real swords?"
Chiyoko: "There used to be some, but then grandpa seemed to sell the famous swords in his collection to raise some money. As for the swords used for practicing in the dojo, I remember that my father did dispose of them all. Because those are more valuable than wooden swords gone."
It sounds like the dojo of the Kiryu family has been in decline since the generation of grandpa.
Sure enough, it is not a day's cold to freeze three feet.
Kazuma held the wooden sword, waved it a few times, and then said to Chiyoko, "Chiyoko, you haven't been trained to use a wooden sword, have you?"
"Well, the bamboo knife I've been using since the beginning."
"Then come here, and I'll teach you. In case something happens, I'm afraid you need to watch my back."
Chiyoko also played a lot of roles in the last fight against Jinshan Heita. Although she followed the rules of kendo and called out the aiming position when she made a move, she was relatively immature, but after all, she knocked out Jinshan Heita. Horse knife.
Chiyoko looked very happy, took off her slippers and ran down from the edge, stepping on the dirt in the yard.
"It's better to change the slippers used in the yard." He Ma complained, "Come here, stand here, holding a wooden knife."
Next, Kazuma carefully instructed Chiyoko on how to use the wooden knife.
The wind blows across the yard, and the night cherry blossoms fall in colorful colors. The old cherry tree quietly looks at the two brothers and sisters.