Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

"rush in the harvest!"

"Get it immediately!"

"Accept the notice from the Qin Tianjian! Governor Zhuohe's governance minister's order!"

"The repair section of the dam on the ground of the Zhuohe River, the grain fields within ten miles on both sides of the north and south sides, immediately start harvesting!"

"The grain fields ten miles away are also ready to harvest!"

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Under Qin Tianjian's professional explanation, all the local officials at the embankment repair site already knew the news that Tiangong might soon rain torrential rain.

Therefore, the local government officials and officials on the north and south sides of the Zhuohe River immediately notified the common people to snatch them up.

"Master Hou, let's go too."

"If the torrential rain falls in an instant and causes the dam to burst, it will be difficult to escape!"

Mao Xiang was still always worried about Zhao Zheng's safety, and reminded him to quickly retreat with the people to prevent accidents.

"No, the Marquis will not leave."

"You can't go either."

Zhao Zheng naturally couldn't agree to retreat and shook his head.

"why?"

"Let's go, Comrade Governor!"

"The people from the Qin Tianjian have said that the appearance of cirrus clouds over this plain indicates strong wind and heavy rain."

"In addition to the abnormal weather this year, it has not rained for more than half a month since July. The Lord of Heaven has accumulated rainwater for a long time. With the current progress of repairs, it is impossible to withstand the surge of the Zhuohe River!"

"At the very least, let's go to the south side as well. It's safer there. If there is no danger after the rain, then come to the north side."

Mao Xiang looked at the cirrus clouds in the sky, which had slowly piled up, thickened and turned black, and became anxious.

"Because the north side is dangerous, the Marquis must be here."

"Comrade Mao Xiang, can you see this flag?"

Zhao Zheng still didn't agree to Mao Xiang's request, but instead asked him a question.

"Of course you can see it."

Mao Xiang sighed, and stared fiercely at Lan Qiu, who was in charge of holding the flag, and he stood up quickly in fright.

"Yes, you can see."

Zhao Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the farmland not far away, the people had already begun to harvest the rice that was not yet fully mature with tears in their eyes.

"If you can see it, they can see it too."

"They all know that under the flag, I, the Governor of Zhuohe, is standing there."

"With me here and the holy decree sewn on the flag, it also means that the imperial court knows everything that happened here."

"Do you understand the reason behind it?"

Faced with Zhao Zheng's answer, Mao Xiang finally couldn't speak anymore, and fell silent.

At this time.

Rain, slowly began to fall.

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"Mao Xiang obeys orders!"

"The end is here."

"This Marquis ordered your Jin Yiwei to disperse and inspect the safety of the embankment!"

"The last general takes orders!"

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"The officers and men of the guards, as well as the township servants, obey the order bravely!"

"exist!"

"The governor ordered you to prepare the sandbags and tools for emergency repair immediately, and obey the orders of the governor and the officials of the chief secretary at any time!"

"Leader!"

......

Summer of the Seventh Year of Enlightenment, mid-July.

The ground river basin of the Zhuohe River began to swell due to a heavy rain.

"There's a water leak here! Come on!"

"Sandbags! We need sandbags here!"

"This gap has become bigger! Hurry up and lift a big rock to block it!"

The dam on the north side has been in disrepair for a long time, and the Zhuohe River has only begun to swell, and there are already more than seven loopholes.

It made Zhao Zheng feel like his head was getting bigger.

Fortunately, there are more people on the south side of the embankment, and they are also attentive to repairs on weekdays.

There is no bad news from the other side.

"Mao Xiang, have the people within ten miles finished harvesting the grain?"

"Basically the harvest has been finished, and now the harvest is slowly starting ten miles away, it depends on the time of day."

"Time, time..."

Zhao Zheng looked at the sky, the black clouds in the sky that day seemed to be about to fall to the ground, and there was no time for it.

"Immediately send an order to tell the nearby people not to transport food to their homes, but to high places! Transport it elsewhere!"

"I always have a sense of foreboding."

"Yes!"

Mao Xiang called a subordinate, and quickly conveyed Zhao Zheng's order.

"By the way, how many of the revetment stones I asked the entourage of the Ministry of Industry to build?"

"It's already more than 200 yuan."

"Put them all not far from the gap in the leaking dam!"

"Yes!"

It was still raining.

The bad news is that there are more and more leaking gaps in the dam on the north side, and the dam repair site has become extremely muddy.

The worse news is.

It was getting dark, and the rain didn't seem to stop at all, but the wind was blowing harder and harder, so that the flag held by Lan Qiu was soaked, but it was still flying.

"Lights up!"

"Get ready to light up the lights for emergency repairs!"

"Everyone rest here for a while!"

It rained all day, and everyone at the scene rushed to repair it all day.

Everyone was tired, and their faces were muddy, and they could only be washed away by the rain.

Mao Xiang held an umbrella for Zhao Zheng, but because of the strong wind, Zhao Zheng's clothes were basically soaked through.

"Master Hou, let's go back to the tent and have a rest!"

Fearing that Zhao Zheng would fall ill after standing in wet clothes for a day, Mao Xiang persuaded him.

"Everyone has been tired all day, and they are all resting in place. What's the matter with me going into the tent to hide from the rain?"

Zhao Zheng rejected the proposal.

But a hot soup is still needed.

The life of a puppet is also a life.

"Eh?"

"Why are there so many stars in the distance?"

"Could it be that someone who supports us has arrived?"

While Zhao Zheng was drinking hot soup to warm up, he suddenly found a fire flickering behind the embankment, and asked Mao Xiang.

"The fan that the general sent out to ask for help has not returned yet, so it shouldn't be."

"These blazes are scattered, and they don't look like a big team."

Mao Xiang was also puzzled, so he recruited a fan and hurried to investigate the situation.

After a while, the scene was ready to continue repairing.

Jin Yiwei Fanzi, who was in charge of the investigation, also came back.

"what's the situation?"

Zhao Zheng hurriedly asked this Jinyiwei Fanzi.

"It's the people!"

"With lanterns on, they are picking up the ears of rice that were missed during the day."

This Jinyiwei fan reported truthfully.

"what!"

"Bullshit!"

Snapped!

The hot soup in his hand was directly dropped to the ground by Zhao Zheng, and he really couldn't drink it anymore.

"These fathers and folks!"

"Hurry up and get someone to drive them away!"

"Those who can't be driven away will be taken away!"

Zhao Zheng quickly ordered.

"You don't need to take it away, Lord Hou."

"After all, they are also for the ears of rice. If it spreads out, it may damage your reputation."

Mao Xiang hesitated.

"That's because you don't understand the people!"

"Not to mention the ears of rice that were missed during the day, even a grain of rice that fell to the ground during a meal, if you don't pick it up and eat it, you have to feed it to the hens at home!"

"If you can persuade them to leave, then your words will surpass those of Zhuge Wuhou, who is fighting all Confucians!"

At this time, Zhao Zheng was angry and uncomfortable.

This damn rain!

"Subordinates, give orders!"

Mao Xiang finally understood the urgency of the situation.

Also at this moment.

At the site of the embankment repair, there was a sudden roar, which even overwhelmed the howling wind.

"The turbid river has burst its embankment!!!"