Chapter Forty-Seven: The Affair of the Village Next Door

"The river is full? How fast? Mo Qingqing lowered his head, although there was some stagnant water on the ground, it was not as exaggerated as the water in the villagers' mouths.

"Coming on the water?" Murong Mo walked out of the room, with a slight trace of blood on his robe, and it was red.

The villager wiped the rain from his head for a long time before replying: "No, it's a village next door, their village is upstream, the water is relatively fast, and the water is already full."

Wait, there's a little village next door?

Mo Qingqing didn't see it when he came.

Murong Mo put on his coat and handed Mo Qingqing a cotton jacket and said, "Your Majesty, let's first wronged you to stay in the room for one night." ”

Mo Qingqing hit a hatche, she couldn't wait to stay in this place!

A little servant came out of the shadows, and Murong Mo confessed, took care of the emperor, and went to another small village on the side with the villagers.

After Mo Qingqing returned to the room, she lay on the bed, no matter what, the bed was comfortable, and it didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

I slept until dawn, Mo Qingqing rubbed his eyes, and found that Murong Mo had already returned, and the coat he had just changed was thrown aside, and Mo Qingqing opened the window on the side: "When did you come back?" ”

"Just now." He replied, flipping through the book in a hurry.

Sure enough, she and Murong Mo could only quarrel, and chatting all day was like squeezing toothpaste.

She snorted, didn't take it to heart, and turned her eyes outside, the rain outside was not as heavy as last night, Murong Mo turned a page of the book and said: "Your Majesty, this rain has disappeared a lot, the water level has not risen much at present, and both sides of the river bank have been built with sandbags." ”

Sandbag? Mo Qingqing had already made up a large pile of sandbags and stacked them on the edge of the river beach.

Anyone who has studied geography knows that if you really want to solve the flood disaster, the sandbag is only a temporary solution, and if the water level rises, the sandbag is simply a decoration.

"What if the water level continues to rise?" Mo Qingqing said, "The rising water level sandbags will not work at all. ”

Murong Mo should have taken this situation into account, he said lightly: "Look at it again, the water level is not rising much now, you can only take one step at a time, wait a minute, I think the emperor will go to the village next door, and ask the emperor to rest." ”

She sat down on the bed and rested on her wool, the flood made her brain ache, if she really wanted to control the flood, she had to dig a channel.

However, there are no big rivers or anything like this river, and I don't know where this channel goes.

If she remembers correctly, Cangzhou is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and this river is the only main river in Cangzhou.

Glancing at Murong Mo, Murong Mo was also thinking about a question with her, there was a map on his desk, and he was holding a charcoal pen to write and draw on it.

Mo Qingqing was silent, and I had to say that Murong Mo really looked good when he didn't speak, his slender index finger held the barrel of the pen, and he wrote something little by little.

Sure enough, as the old saying goes, serious men are actually the most handsome.

After eating lunch, Mo Qingqing and Murong Mo came to a village next door, the scale of that village was relatively small, there were only more than 60 people in the whole village, and the area was not very large.

At the gate of the village, Mo Qingqing had already stepped into the puddle.

There is a few centimeters of water on the ground, and it seems that the sandbags are not very effective here.

The village chief here came to greet him with about 20 people, and there were a lot of sycophants along the way, all of them were relatively sleek, and it was estimated that the village chief was afraid that the people in the village would say the wrong thing, so he brought all the shrewd people.

Mo Qingqing lowered his eyes and tried to reduce the sense of savings.

Therefore, it was Murong Mo who chatted with this so-called village chief for a noon.

Mo Qingqing pricked up his ears and listened to the side, and couldn't help but sigh, Murong Mo, an ancient, actually knew so many things that modern people understand, in fact, he had already thought about digging channels, but there was a lack of rivers around. In addition to this, he also has a lot of flood control measures, and Mo Qingqing wanted to nod when he heard it.

"My lord, how long will it rain?"

"It'll get better after this month."

The rainy season in Cangzhou was too long, and Mo Qingqing listened to their exchange.

It wasn't until the sun was about to go down that Mo Qingqing got up until Murong Mo got up, she was about to fall asleep when she sat in her position, and the sound of the rain outside was like a lullaby.

"Childe." Murong Mo pushed Mo Qingqing, Mo Qingqing's head tilted, and then he opened his eyes.

"What time is it?" She asked in a daze, "Looks like it's time for dinner." ”

Village Chief: "......" who is this person?

A villager: "......" how did this person get in?

Mo Qingqing stood up from the chair and unconsciously pulled her neckline, it seemed to be a little hot, now it's winter, and it will be the New Year in about a month, how could she feel hot?

Her face was slightly hot, top-heavy, and her brain was a little confused, as if she were ...... It was as if the whole person had fallen into the furnace.

Her eyelids became as heavy as dark iron, and she was about to fall on Murong Mo who was closest to her if she was not careful.

Murong Mo's face was not particularly good, this look seemed to be very similar to the appearance of the plague.

Stretched out his hand to check her pulse, and her wrist became very hot, it can be said that Mo Qingqing herself is the same as the sun.

"Do you have a doctor here?" Murong Mo carried Mo Qingqing on his shoulder, he only knew a little about medical skills, and he couldn't accurately judge what kind of illness Mo Qingqing had, and now he just hoped that it was not a plague.

The village chief hurriedly called the village doctor, who was almost pulled out of the bed and dragged to the village chief's house without even wearing shoes.

Murong Mo gave up the place next to the bed to the doctor, and as soon as he made a diagnosis, he replied, "This is indeed a plague, it seems that it was just infected a few days ago. ”

This is really a plague! Murong Mo's brows were already furrowed.

Without a special medicine, Mo Qingqing can't last a few days, and if he can't be cured within three days, Mo Qingqing's body will begin to fester.

To be continued......

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