The camp was in full swing.

Blacksmiths and craftsmen mass-produced strips of stone. Boats carried the stones from the Blackwater River and continuously delivered them to the camp. When they came out again, the stones had turned into neatly stacked strips of stone.

Liang Qu sighed as he walked through the stone area.

The transformation of the vortex orifice into the vortex palace actually requires three spiritual fishes. Such a huge expense is impossible to afford.

There are so many swamp essences, so why not evolve into a water king ape earlier and travel across the swamp, without getting into trouble?

Liang Qu put aside his disturbing thoughts and looked back at the Blackwater River.

The construction of Qiugong Embankment was carried out in an orderly manner.

Two brand-new left and right water steles were hoisted on brackets with the joint efforts of the soldiers, and slowly inserted into the river bed, turning into standing rocks in the river that withstood the erosion of the water flow.

The water surged, leaving behind dark tide marks. The dark line was already three feet below the warning water level on the Shui Ze Monument.

Everything is stable and going well.

Perhaps before the weather gets cold, the tide will completely recede in Huazhu County.

…

In the evening, Pingyang County Government Office.

Jian Zhongyi looked through the flood report sent in and looked sad.

"First we encountered a ghost mother, and then we encountered a flood. I really don't know when Huazhu County will be able to recover. It has been a year of great disaster."

The official brought the candlestick, and upon hearing this, he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty cares about the people, which is really a blessing to the people."

Jian Zhongyi shook his head: "Go down."

The officer was stunned and didn't know what he said was wrong. He put down the candlestick and left angrily.

"Not just him, you all go down."

The yamen on duty were confused and left each other.

In the government office, Jian Zhongyi handles official affairs alone.

As night falls, candlelight replaces the skylight.

The mansion was so quiet that one could hear the gentle sound of the wind blowing across the grass.

At midnight, Jian Zhongyi closed his documents, returned to the house with a candlestick, moved the bookshelf in the study, took a long detour, and opened the door to enter.

The candle flame was lowered by the incoming wind, and the dark red wall flashed with light and shadow. When the candle flame stabilized, the reflections of several lotus flowers were reflected.

The strong smell of lamp oil filled the secret room.

In this small underground room, hundreds of candles were burning.

Countless amounts of wax oil melted, dripped down the candlestick into the iron bucket, and solidified into a thick layer of white grease.

The monk, clad in red silk, closed his eyes and sat on the lotus platform reciting sutras. The light yellow sweat slipped from his temples and stuck to the rosary string. The long earlobes hanging with gold pendants remained untouched.

In front of the lotus seat, a palm-sized bone bowl is made of translucent white jade. As the monks recite scriptures, the bone bowl becomes more and more translucent.

Jian Zhongyi sat next to the monk and took the desk, picked up books, and studied the secrets.

a long time.

The verses stop chanting.

"The floods in Huazhu County were caused by you?"

Jian Zhongyi put down the document: "Master's words are wrong. Why can it be me? Someone stood on the edge of the cliff. Is it to blame the mountain wind in the valley for blowing him down?"

The monk was silent.

"How did you do it..."

"I can't do it." Jian Zhongyi closed the book, "There are many people standing on the cliff. There is a mountain breeze in the valley, and the feet are unstable. No wonder others are there."

The candlelight is dim.

The monk opened his eyes, his pupils filled with resentment from the deepest part of his soul.

"A poor monk walks the world and is vicious and evil, but you are the first!"

Jian Zhongyi leaned back in his chair: "Didn't the master himself say that I am a good seed for practicing Buddhism?"

The monk closed his eyes and said no more words.

Jian Zhongyi took out a picture album from the cabinet and flipped through a few pages. The pictures and information emerged one after another.

Liang Qu, with the bones of a dragon and a tiger, studied under the great martial artist Yang Dongxiong. He was an eighth-rank He Bo (promoted to a seventh-rank Du Shui Lang) from Hebo. He was a great nobleman and was awarded a fifth-rank dragon-blood horse (promoted to the fourth rank).

Qi Hongyuan, Liuligu, studied under the great martial arts master Fei Baosu, and the demon-hunting commander was from the sixth rank Xingti...

Guan Congjian, Sixiangqiu Jingu, studied under...

After roughly flipping through it to the end, the simple Chinese and Chinese meanings were combined into a picture album and placed on the candlelight.

The flames licked the corners of the pages, and large black charcoal ash was reflected in the orange light, gradually spreading upwards. In a blink of an eye, the entire album was completely ignited and burned.

The page burned out and the fire light faded away. Jian Zhongyi released his fingertips and a few wisps of ashes floated around. He came to the monk and looked down from above.

"It's true that one is born with strong bones, but how can he compare with a master who has been immersed in Buddhism for many years?"

The monk remained motionless.

However, the crimson brain that had lost its skull and was exposed was beating more and more violently.

There are ravines and ravines, and blood streaks are dense.

The bone bowl in front of the lotus platform is as clear as glass.

Jian Zhongyi held up the Dharma bowl respectfully.

"Thank you, Master, for sacrificing the magic weapon, but the student still lacks one thing, so...

Lend me your leg bone, Master!"

The monk suddenly opened his eyes, the whites of his eyes were cloudy and covered with bloodshot eyes.

…

On the tenth day after the embankment burst, the floods in Huazhu County receded slightly.

Huaiyin Mansion sent some supplies and manpower as reinforcements.

In addition, Pingyang County Magistrate Jian Zhongyi came with his county government team to participate in the disaster relief, saying that he would fully obey Yu Dayi's dispatch.

Yu Dayi showed great gratitude and hosted a banquet for everyone that day. During the dinner, he was even more grateful for the eight thousand silver taels donated by Jian Zhongyi.

Jian Zhongyi declined repeatedly, indicating that the natural disaster was the first and everyone should contribute.

As a result, some unscrupulous person took the lead during the dinner and said that he would follow the example of Simplified Chinese and Chinese Meanings and donate money together, and the response came in droves.

Liang Qu had no choice but to donate three hundred taels along with him.

The eighteenth day after the embankment burst.

It was late September and the weather was getting cooler.

From Nanzhili came reinforcements of 500 galloping warriors and a large number of craftsmen, blacksmiths and supplies. Some imperial officials also came with the ship.

Wei Lin withdrew from the rescue line in Huazhu County and greeted Xu Yuelong together.

The officials of Nanzhili lived up to expectations and brought a piece of good news. After careful consideration, the court decided to exempt Huazhu County from taxes for three years!

An undoubted shot in the arm to fight floods. Driven by Yu Dayi, the news spread throughout Huazhu County within one day.

The people praised his kindness one after another.

The twenty-fifth day after the embankment burst.

Resettlement and evacuation of victims, construction of dams, rescue of rice, renovation of medical centers... everything is proceeding in an orderly manner

In the evening of the same day, at the invitation of several adults from the Southern Zhili Province, all officials of seventh grade and above gathered together to have dinner, summarize their stories, and discuss what to do next.

Liang Qu was qualified enough to sit in the back row and hear a lot of inside information and gossip.

Of particular concern to officials is the unexplained deepening of the Blackwater River bed, causing the water level to drop.

Several old men were talking about it.

"I have never heard of it. I only know that the more it silts, the more it becomes. For example, the entire lower reaches of the Huangsha River are almost entirely suspended above the ground. I have never heard of a river bed actively sinking."

"It's really strange. The nearby river bed has deepened by more than ten feet, causing the water level to drop by three feet."

"Fortunately, there is a big gap between Huazhu County and Jiangling County, and the branch of Heishui River is in Huaiyin, otherwise it would not have this effect."

Liang Qu, who was at the bottom of the table, couldn't help but nod.

On the contrary, the large terrain difference in the lower reaches of the Blackwater River, coupled with the fast flow speed on the straight channel, led to his miraculous effect in catching water.

Inside the tent, a senior official stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Everyone, is this incident an auspicious sign? God cannot bear the suffering of our people in Dashun, so why is there such a runoff? It seems that even a major epidemic has not happened?"

"Xiangrui, I came all the way and heard that the people have the so-called red arowana appearing in the world? I wonder which hero got it?"
Chapter completed!