In the study that day, Wang Xifeng's question did not get an answer. Except for Jia Xiaocong, who was still ignorant, the remaining four people all looked at her inexplicably. Speaking of which, the Jinling royal family is also one of the families, the county uncle's mansion, how can they raise such a shallow-eyed daughter? !

Jia Lian was a little disappointed in Wang Xifeng, the original Sister Feng was not like this. He has a sharp temperament and is quick to speak, although he is very pungent and jealous, but he is also very satisfied. Now this picture fell into the eyes of money, which he had never seen.

However, this disappointment only flashed in Jia Lian's heart, and soon he had no energy to think about his daughter-in-law. Because his son's physical fitness has been preliminarily trained, Master Pardon began to give him more homework. Second Master Lian easily survived several months of high-intensity training, and when he thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, he was thrown into the pit of dire distress by his Lao Tzu.

The general's mansion was built very quickly, and the construction began after the Lantern Festival, but it was completed in April. Just wait for the house to dry, and then you can clean up and move in.

Mrs. Xing was very interested in tidying up the house, and even put aside the matter of the soap shop for the time being, and took Yingchun and Brother Cong back every three or five days, saying that it was to ask the old lady to say goodbye, but in fact, she was more about going back to see the house and thinking about how to clean up her mansion.

After the eldest lord gave an ultimatum, after careful consideration, he vacated the outer study and other places. He lives well in the main house of Rongguo Mansion, and there is no need to cause discord between his brothers for a little corner and a small place. The second master is a scholar, and he knows filial piety and etiquette the most.

Of course, the second master said this, what he thought in his heart, only God knows, and the cups and plates that were smashed to pieces know.

In March, Mr. Pardon opened a shop specializing in glassware on each of the two most prosperous streets in the capital. The exquisite, crystal clear, and different shapes of glassware inside have attracted the attention of the entire upper-class people in the capital from the very beginning. Even if the price of the things inside, as if they were trying to grab money, they still attracted countless noble and wealthy businessmen to flock to it, and even the door was almost squeezed.

Every week, when Qi reports to the eldest master, the master's heart is dripping blood. He knew that there were many rich people in the capital, but he still greatly underestimated the spending power of this group of people, and he should have doubled the price in the first place. And Yu Wenhu, that bastard, a mouth is fifty percent, why didn't he rob it! Fortunately, the old man fought hard and only gave forty and a half percent.

I don't panic when I have money in my hand, but the big man earns money quickly and spends it slowly. The silver in the glass workshop came in like flowing water, but the cement kiln was like a bottomless pit.

This kind of behavior makes many people scratch their heads, at least Zhou Qi asked, why don't you promote it to make money after making so much cement? Even Yu Wenhu asked about it, and the old man only gave them one sentence, and it was not yet time.

Yu Wenhu didn't understand what he meant at first, but he didn't understand what Jia Enhou meant until heavy rains began to fall in the Poyang Lake and Dongting Lake areas, the water level continued to rise, and the entire state capital in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River was affected. He hoarded so much cement for this flood.

Beginning in mid-June, heavy rains fell for more than 40 days, and by the end of July, more than 30 prefectures and counties had been affected, affecting as many as one million people. The entire court was caught off guard by the sudden flood, and although the order for disaster relief was passed down for many days, action in various places was slow. In particular, the household department could not even prepare a minimum amount of relief money.

The old sage was very angry at this, and he knew that the treasury was empty, but he really didn't expect that it would be so empty that there would be a pile of IOUs left. But even if he picks off the head of Tobe Shangshu, there is still no silver. The old sage had no choice but to allocate silver taels from his private treasury and send people south to supervise the disaster relief matters.

The news of the disaster began to come from the south, and Yu Wenhu's eyes were not quite right when he looked at the eldest master. I don't know what kind of creation this thing has, not to mention that it has changed its evil and returned to the right, has it also learned to predict the future? How did he know that there was going to be a flood in the south, not only did he stock up on so much cement early, but he also kept transporting it to the south.

However, the top priority now is disaster relief, and Prince Su didn't get to the bottom of Jia Enhou, so it was a matter of time before he figured out this thing under his nose.

At the beginning of the flood signs, the old man pardoned the cement and explained in detail the role and use of cement. Because cement is a novelty, no one has ever seen it, and it was not taken seriously at first. The old sage only saw that Jia Yu rarely cared about state affairs, and ordered several state capitals to adopt this thing, and called it an experiment.

The eldest man didn't care, and while stepping up the cement production at home, he ordered someone to use the cement sent to the south to reinforce the embankment. Knowing that there was such a natural disaster, but he couldn't warn in advance and take precautions, Jia Yu felt a lot of guilt for those victims in his heart, but he could only try his best to make up for it in other aspects. He didn't want to be a god, and he didn't want to lose his life.

Therefore, since June, the face of the old man has been heavy every day, and even the youngest Brother Cong does not dare to come to him. And when the news of the breach of the Jiujiang embankment came, the eldest lord sat in the study in silence all night, until he was summoned by the old sage on the second day to enter the palace to see the driver.

The reason why Jia Yu, an idle nobleman, was called at such an urgent juncture was because cement had made great contributions in the flood. Several prefectures and counties named by the old sage were reinforced by cement mixed with sand, gravel and steel bars, and they were impregnable in the monstrous flood. This made the old sage rejoice, but also had high hopes for cement. Whether it can withstand the flood depends on it.

"Enhou, how much cement is left now, can it be supplied for emergency reinforcement of the embankment?" In the imperial study, after explaining the situation in the affected area, the old sage said expectantly: "If you send more people, can you build a kiln for firing in a short time?" ”

"Back to the saint, Chen's workshop is already working overtime, but the output is difficult to meet the demand. This thing was originally obtained by chance when the minister's cousin Jia Jing was refining the pill, but the minister just saw that it could be used to cement the masonry and burn some to repair the mansion. Knowing that this thing is still so useful, it was not vigorously fired. Please atone for your sins! ”

The eldest lord looked at the old sage with an instantly gloomy look, and hurriedly said: "But the cement kiln is not complicated, the minister has already drawn the drawings, if the manpower and materials are enough, the kiln can be opened in half a month, but I don't know if it can catch up with the speed of the flood." As he spoke, he took out the drawings in his sleeve pockets and put his hands on Dai Quan's hands.

"Good!" The old sage flipped through the drawings and found that they were very clear, and the structure was not complicated, and he was very happy. Looking at the recipe for cement firing in it, he praised Jia Yu loudly, and his gaze at the eldest master softened a lot.

Several princes and princes who were also here, the old man of the Military Aircraft Pavilion, the scholars and servants of the various ministries all looked at each other, knowing that this time the Jia family was in the eyes of the sage again, and I am afraid that they will have to change their eyes on Rongguo Mansion in the future.

The old sage originally opened his mouth to reward Jia Yu, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back. At this time, it is the time of the disaster, and it is not suitable to give a large reward, but it is better to wait for the natural disaster to be overcome. It's just a good time to see if this kid can calm down and whether he can use it.

Jia Yu handed over the cement and turned his mind to the epidemic after the flood. In his "dream", many people died in the flood, but many more died from the epidemic after the disaster. handed over a few prevention prescriptions from the "dream" to his henchmen, and took him south to prepare medicinal materials, and saw how many people he could save.

In addition, the unstable people in the south rebelled, and the old sage couldn't afford to fall ill, and finally Zen Yuwenhu. This time, with his intervention, I don't know if there will be such a result. However, if he is allowed to stand by and watch, the lord will be uneasy.

Just when he was struggling in his heart, Master Forgiveness didn't know that his little butterfly was too small and didn't have the ability to flap its wings and cause a tsunami. Even if he had cement and medicine, he could only benefit a few people. In the south, hundreds of thousands of people have been displaced, and a large-scale epidemic has occurred after the floodwaters receded.

Although under Jia Yu's hint and reminder, Yu Wenhu persuaded the old sage to change to a messenger who went south to escort the disaster relief silver, but the result was no different from what he had in his "dream". After all, it is not one chakra who is greedy, but the entire bureaucracy from top to bottom in the south. Even if Lord Qincha is iron-faced and selfless, they can still find a way to be greedy for ink and silver, and the big deal is to let Qincha stay forever. Besides, the old sage's vision is indeed not very good, and the change of Qinchabi is only half a catty and eight taels.

Therefore, at the end of September, news came from Jiangxi, Hunan, Hubei, and other places that the victims of the disaster had risen up one after another to loot the government treasury and storm the government offices because of the unfavorable relief. However, in the middle of October, there were four provinces.

The old saint was hit hard, and when the eight-hundred-mile emergency news came, he fainted on the court. As more and more □□ came, the old sage's condition became more and more severe, so that the hospital was helpless.

"Sue sù, what is my condition? Do you have a cure? The old saint's face was pale, his eyes were dark and deep, and he looked more than ten years older than he looked at the New Year's banquet. At this time, it was just a question, and he was so tired that he was panting, and his eyes were black.

The envoy of the Tai Hospital knelt in front of the dragon couch, sweat on his forehead like rain, and he shimped for a long time before he said: "Return, return to the saint, the ministers are incompetent, and ...... are incompetent" After saying this, he seemed to lose all his strength and fell to the ground softly.

I'm going to die!?

Although the old sage also felt that his body was not good, he did not expect that he would be so strict. But after a brief period of confusion and anger, he soon regained his usual calm and self-control. He has been sitting on the throne for more than thirty years, which can not be regarded as short, and he has tasted the ups and downs during this period, even if he is still unwilling, it is time to rest.

Just, this location ...... To whom should it be left to?