The rain was pouring down, the sky was gloomy, and the clouds seemed to be beyond the boundary, and the hearts of the poor Qin people were full of despair.

The houses of the civil engineering structure that have not been deeply processed have been continuously washed by heavy rains, and the skin of the walls has fallen apart, and the skin that has been processed by simple fire roasting falls off, exposing the tamped soil inside.

The soil is then washed away and turns into muddy water that flows down the walls.

Then, the house collapsed.

Some elderly people and children who had time to escape from the house were buried under the house, wailing.

Home, gone.

The shelter from the wind and rain is gone.

At this time, it was already autumn, and soon the weather turned cooler and entered the cold winter. For the poor, there is no shelter from the wind and rain, and they will freeze to death before winter.

But that's not the most desperate.

The most desperate thing should be that this heavy rain will cause the crops that are about to be harvested to fail.

Lack of food, people simply can't survive for a month before the weather turns cold!

Xianyang was shrouded in despair.

The low-level officials of the official temple went up to the street with umbrellas to maintain law and order.

Under the heavy rain, there will always be people who are too poor to survive to take risks and choose to break the law.

This is something that even the Qin State, which has the best security in the world, cannot avoid.

Ju Zizhou sat on top of King Qin's car and looked out.

On the ground, the water that was not more than half of the calf did not continue to rise.

The fact that the rain is still falling, the rain has not abated, and the water is not rising, can only mean one thing—there is an outlet for the water that has accumulated in the city.

"This general, I heard the King of Qin say that there are often heavy rains in the Qin State... But now, the rain is still falling, but the water is not very rising... So, where does the water in the city go? ”

"Sir is polite, humble Wang Qian, he is an ordinary hussar, not a general. Xianyang is indeed rainy, and if there is water in the city, it will flow into the moat outside the city along the dark river channel left in advance and enter Weishui. The hussar in the car said.

"Into Weishui?" Ju Zizhou raised his eyebrows: "How many dark rivers are reserved in the city?"

"Everywhere!" Wang Jian smiled: "Xianyang City has no city walls. ”

As soon as he said this, Ju Zizhou also came back to his senses.

I see!

Xianyang City does not have a city wall, not because the Qin kings of all dynasties were confident that no one could attack their own national capital, but because there was heavy rain near the national capital all year round, so there was no city wall, which was convenient for water to leak out.

Thinking about it, Ju Zizhou glanced back at the Qin Palace, which was not far away.

King Qin's palace was built on a high place, and it turned out that it was not just to show his superior status.

"Senior brother......" Ying Zheng in the car looked out, and his brows couldn't help frowning: "It's all like this, is there a remedy?" ”

Ju Zizhou followed his gaze and looked at him, and when he saw it, the widow was sitting in the water crying, the woman's sideburns were scattered, her children were in her arms, her face was sad, and her husband was pulling in the water in vain.

Birth, suffering.

Voice, grief.

This is the reality epitome of Qin's so-called "poison in the country".

It is also the most vivid, footnote to the word "popular grievance".

Wang Jian looked at this scene and was distraught: "His Royal Highness Wang Sun, Mr. Ju, the voices of the gangsters here are chaotic, it is better to humbly download you two to a cleaner place." ”

"How long does it take to rain in general?" Ju Zizhou asked.

"It can be as short as two or three days, and as long as seven or eight days." Wang Jian replied.

"Then you don't have to wait!" Ju Zizhou looked at Ying Zheng: "It's your turn, do it according to what I arranged before, there will be no accidents!" ”

Ying Zheng looked at the vivid embarrassment and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The men who were unclothed and desperate in the pouring rain were thin and dry.

Yingzheng never knew that people could be humble to the point of being so low.

In the heavy rain, they were like wounded and dying wild dogs, wailing helplessly, with a mournful voice, and an immeasurable uneasiness and terror.

Ying Zheng looked at those people and didn't move.

He breathed deeply, the breath he exhaled was cold and choking.

Ju Zizhou frowned and pushed Ying Zheng out of the car.

Ying Zheng was pushed onto the wheel by Ju Zizhou, and Xiong Dang, the eunuch standing next to the car, immediately held an umbrella for him.

Ju Zizhou looked at the umbrella in Xiong Dang's hand, frowned, reached out and took off the iron sword from Ying Zheng's waist and cut off the handle of the umbrella.

Xiong dang's umbrella was broken in his hand and looked at Ju Zizhou in shock.

Ju Zizhou was unceremonious, and kicked Yingzheng, who was still hesitating on the wheel, to the ground.

"Bang" Yingzheng landed and entered the water.

Wang Sun Zhizun, staggered into the water, his body was washed by sewage and rain, and his embarrassed posture was not much more noble than the lost wild dog in front of him.

Ying Zheng lay on the ground, choked on a mouthful of sewage, and was immediately pulled up by Xiong Dang.

He looked at his hands stained with mud under his feet and the gorgeous clothes that Mrs. Huayang had just given him, and suddenly laughed.

"Haha, hahahahahaha." Ying Zheng's laughter was not loud, but his tone was very high.

"Do what we have agreed, according to what you have planned, there will be no mistakes!" Ju Zizhou sat in the car with a grim face.

Wang Jian watched Ju Zizhou kick Yingzheng to the ground, and his heart was full of surprise.

Ying Zheng nodded, shook his hand, refused to get off the umbrella, and walked straight to the lost wild dogs in front of him.

He spoke, his voice clear, like a baby in the womb of a mother, and his cry was loud and full of life.

"I am, the eldest grandson of King Qin, Qin Zheng."

"I'm here to help the Qin people who have been affected by the rain."

"All the Qin people, husbands over fifteen years old and under forty years old, are on the left side of the road, lined up, ready to follow me through the whole city, and rescue those who have been crushed under the collapsed houses; Those under fifteen, those over forty and women, on the right side of the road, lined up, followed the chariot of the King of Qin, and went to shelter from the rain. ”

In the heavy rain, Ying Zheng's voice was too small for the Qin people to hear his orders.

So after Xiong Dang, the temple people who had already arranged it immediately opened their voices and repeated Yingzheng's order.

Bands of hussar guards galloped to help sort out order.

Ying Zheng strode forward with his head held high in the water that was almost below his knees.

Everywhere he went, the Qin people were separated.

The sense of stability brought about by order gave the Qin people a meager confidence.

"Pass my order, gather Ding Zhuang, follow me, and go to rescue the people who are crushed under the collapsed houses!"

"Wang Sun's decree said: Ding Zhuang accompanied him to rescue the people who were crushed under the collapsed houses."

"The decree of the king and grandson is ......"

The voice sounded over and over again.

The cries of the panicked low-level Qin people stopped.

"Pass my order, women, children, and the elderly, follow the chariot in a procession, and gallop to the front of the palace to receive hot porridge and pickles."

"The decree of the king and grandson is ......"

One order after another was issued in an orderly manner, and the Qin people lined up indifferently with the remnants of poignancy and a few sobs.

Ju Zizhou looked at Ying Zheng's half-submerged figure in the water, sighed, changed out of the wide scholar's robe, put on the hooligan clothes that had been prepared earlier, wore a bun, a shawl, entered the crowd, and followed Ding Zhuang in the queue.

Wang Jian who was driving was stupid.

Xiong Dang, who was standing in front of the car, took one last look at the backs of Ying Zheng and Ju Zizhou, and turned to look at Wang Qian: "Wang Hussar, let's go, drive the women, children and the old people to eat some hot porridge in front of the palace." ”

Wang Jian nodded blankly.

The rain is still falling.

The team slowly grew.

When the women, children and the old people saw the Qin officials pouring hot white rice porridge from the bronze tripod, and handing them small stacks of pickles glowing with oily light, the whole person came to life, as if from static to moving, from bamboo slips, from silk books, and from murals into reality.

Indifference is warmly shattered, and sorrow is replaced by freshness.

"Wang Sun's decree said: Each old man eats three bowls of porridge and a stack of pickles; The woman ate two bowls of porridge and a stack of pickles; There is no limit to children's porridge, and there are three stacks of dishes. ”

"Wang Sun's decree said: Porridge with the victims, the porridge should be thick, and the pickles should be fat."

"Whoever can't make porridge will be punished by the cook; If the pickles can't see the fat, the temple people will be fined three shields. ”

The heavy rain was still pouring down, and the Qin officials shouted Wang Sunzheng's orders over and over again.

The well-fed people began to secretly sob.

The grief seems to be the same as it was before eating, but it is no longer the desperate wail of a lowly and dying bereaved wild dog.

Nothing seems to have changed, but everything has been very different.