"Then the flood is the enemy, this official asks you again, it surrounds Fengyang City from all sides, why is there only one embankment to intercept it?"

The prefect's body began to tremble.

"Speak!" Fu Youde glared angrily, like a reprimanded incompetent general in front of the account.

"Xiaguan...... Convicted! The prefect's mind was blank, and he couldn't think of answering Fu Youde's question.

With his years of experience in officialdom, confession is a weapon for survival.

"The official is asking you ......" The sound of rain outside the window once again reminded Fu Youde that he was not on the battlefield.

The prefect's chaff-like body also reminded him that it was not a well-trained officer standing in front of him.

Fu Youde swallowed his saliva and adjusted his breath.

"You just need to answer the officer's questions, and you don't need to confess." His tone softened, "Why is there only one levee?" ”

The prefect woke up from a dream and remembered this problem.

He was amazed at how bold he was, turning a blind eye to Ying Guogong's question.

He hurriedly lifted the black gauze hat on his head, and felt that his official fortune was almost buried in the hands of the flood.

Leaving him to die, the prefect suddenly threw away all his baggage, he calmed down, and began to concentrate on answering Fu Youde's questions.

"In the past, Fengyang had floods every year, and the water of the Huai River flooded, and the coastal state capitals suffered greatly. Since the construction of the dam, the flooding has been largely eliminated. Since Xia Guan took office, the river embankment has never burst, and it has blocked the Huai River from Fengyang City. Occasionally, when the rain was heavy, it would flood into the street at most an inch high, so no more embankments were considered. After all, any project construction costs the people and money, and the lower officials also hope that the people will live and work in peace and contentment. Didn't expect ......"

"I didn't expect this to be a once-in-a-century rainstorm, and I didn't expect the river embankment to burst, right? Sit under one’s own vine and fig tree? Now that the people have no homes, how can they live and work in peace and contentment? Preparing for a rainy day is a general...... It is necessary for officials to consider, and it is too late to control the flood when this heavy rain is pouring. ”

Fu Youde was righteous, but he didn't get angry.

He had entered a new role, and knew very well that if he wanted to manage the floods as an outsider, he had to communicate well with the local prefect.

"Yes, Grandpa Guo, the official is derelict in his duties! After getting through this difficulty, the lower officials will definitely repair the river embankment. "The prefect is very sincere, and there is no longer a trace of timidity.

"Flood management focuses on prevention, and we can't hold Buddha's feet temporarily. Come, here, and here," Fu Youde pointed to the two places on the map, "both have to build a levee." In addition......"

Fu Youde's eyes rolled a few times, and a battlefield filled with gunpowder appeared in front of him.

He commanded his soldiers to dig a very large pit in the bend of a large mountain, which could accommodate hundreds of men and hundreds of horses.

As night fell, the cavalry of the Yuan army, who wanted to sneak attack the Ming army, came in a stream. After the bend, they all disappeared from the ground, and they fell into the pit with men and horses.

One cavalry after another went one after another, and one war horse after another lost its center of gravity.

The Ming army won without a fight, and Zhu Yuanzhang praised him for Kong Ming's survival.

"Yes!" Fu Youde slapped the table again, but this time his face was radiant.

He regarded the flood as the Yuan army, and moved the big pit that subdued the Yuan army to Fengyang.

"You can dig holes upstream, the bigger the better, as big as a lake. When the flood comes, it can store water, so doesn't that reduce the pressure on the levees? Double protection, the flood can no longer help Fengyang City! ”

"Grandpa Guo is wise!" The prefect is frank and open, and there is no obscenity when he is a sycophant, because he is convinced and sincere.

"The stored water can also irrigate the farmland, killing two birds with one stone!"

"Yes, that's right!" Fu Youde nodded towards the prefect.

The prefect was excited, and for a while he felt that getting the approval of the Duke of Yingguo was more important than keeping the black yarn hat.

Of course, he also realized a truth: it is easier to live without fear of anything than to be afraid of anything.

"Grandpa Guo, but at this time, the flood is still raging, can you only be helpless?"

He no longer has scruples, and says whatever comes to mind. His officialdom was turned upside down.

"Alas!" Fu Youde shook his head, "The flood is so big, how can you repair the embankment and dig a pit?" I can only hope that the rainstorm will stop soon, and this time I will teach you a lesson. The emperor wants to blame the official, and the official can only admit it! ”

"Grandpa Guo is affected!" The prefect picked up the teapot and poured Fu Youde a cup of tea. He suddenly thought of something and quickly put down the teapot.

"Grandpa Guo, there is a Yu palace in Tushan not far from this, built in the Han Dynasty, in order to commemorate Dayu's water control. Every year in the rainy season, Xia Guan will go to Tu Mountain to ask Dayu to bless Fengyang safe and sound, and Fengyang has indeed been safe and sound......"

"Why can't Dayu bless Fengyang this year? Worshipping the gods can bless one party, what kind of water did Dayu treat back then? ”

Fu Youde put down the teacup, his anger came up again, could it be that what he said just now was in vain?

"No, no, no, don't get me wrong! The two methods that Grandpa Guo said, building dikes and digging deep pits, the lower officials should keep in mind, and the lower officials will definitely do it, but this will also be the flood water receding...... We can't afford to do nothing now, the rain is endless...... There is no way to worship Dayu, maybe ......"

The more the prefect spoke, the more he didn't know how these words had the courage to slip out of his mouth.

"Okay, don't talk about it, let's go!" Fu Youde is crisp and neat. In fact, he did not reject praying to God and worshiping Buddha.

He doesn't know if there are immortals, but even the emperor believes in it, what qualifications does he have not to believe?

The emperor ordered him to deal with the flood and handed over a mess to him.

Although the emperor didn't expect him Fu Youde to call for wind and rain and force the flood to retreat, it was not his style to sit in the hall of this mansion and look out the window at the heavy rain.

Go to Tushan to pray for God and worship Buddha, even if there is no merit, the emperor may also see that he has traveled a long distance and is pious and sincere.

What if the gods are really merciful......

Tushan is in the territory of Huaiyuan, located on the west side of Fengyang, and is very close to Fengyang.

Yuwang Palace is at the peak of Tu Mountain, although it is on the top of the mountain, it is actually only a hundred zhang high.

As a sign of piety, Fu Youde decided to tie his horse to the foot of the mountain and walk up the mountain.

He walked like a fly, like walking on the ground. However, the prefect, who had been sitting for many years, encountered a huge challenge.

When Fu Youde arrived at the Yuwang Palace on the top of the mountain, the prefect had only climbed less than half the distance.

Fu Youde entered the mountain gate alone.

Beastly floods and torrential rains frightened the devout believers, and there was not a single person in the courtyard.

Dead branches and leaves gather in the corners, and it seems that someone cleans the yard every day.

The plaque of "Sodeok-in" hangs in the center of the entrance to the main hall, and the rain has washed away the glittering gilt characters.

Between the gray heaven and the earth, it is like a guiding light.

There are three worship halls in the main hall, and you can see famous calligraphy and paintings hanging in the hall from the outside.

Fu Youde has the comfort of visiting the mountains and rivers.

Huang Tingjian's cursive writing was like countless lizards climbing on the wall, Fu Youde's mouth was slightly open, and his nose made a soft hum.

"Laymen don't like cursive?" An old and kind voice sounded behind him.

He looked back and saw an old Taoist priest standing behind him.

He heard from the prefect that the abbot of Yuwang Palace was the chief of Zhonghan Dao, about eighty years old. There is only one person of this age in Yuwang Palace.

"It's rude, meet the abbot!" Fu Youde folded his hands.

He did not know much about the rules of Buddhism, Taoism, and various sects, and clasped his hands were the most respectful posture he considered to be other than kneeling.

"No need to be polite!" The chief of the middle cold road smiled slightly, as if he was a master who was not limited to etiquette.

"When the poor Dao saw that the layman was quite disdainful when he read this cursive script, did he not like this style of writing or did he not like this poem?"

"Oh, I don't like cursive." Fu Youde shook his head, smacked his lips, and was no longer restrained.

He is a bold person, and when he should be at ease in front of the emperor, he will not be restrained.

"Cursive is illegible, so what does it mean if it's meant to be viewed by others? It's just that the writer has fun and enjoys himself. ”

"Hehe, the layman is the first person to be so honest that Poor Dao has ever met. Most people don't understand what it means, but they pretend to be full of interest and praise it, which is really ridiculous and generous. ”

The snow-white eyebrows hanging from both sides of the middle cold road shook in a friendly way, showing Fu Youde great sincerity in making friends.

"The abbot is falsely praised, and he is just telling the truth." Fu Youde smiled for the first time in a few days.

The prefect rushed to the worship hall out of breath, the water on his face crisscrossing the room, mixed with rain and sweat.

Seeing Fu Youde and the abbot talking happily, as well as Fu Youde's knowing smile, he knew that Yingguo Gong could also laugh, and his heart was not happy.

"Lord Prefect?" The chief of the middle cold road was a little surprised to see the prefect, he thought that in this bad weather, on the top of this high mountain, it was impossible to see the pampered court officials.

"Abbot, this," the prefect took a long breath to avoid speaking intermittently, "this is the Duke of Yingguo." In order to control the flood in Fengyang, Grandpa Guo specially came to Yuwang's palace to meet King Yu, and blessed the flood to recede as soon as possible, and Fengyang was safe and sound. ”

"Yingguo Gong, rude." The tone of the Nakatsu Dao Chief did not change because he heard that the Duke of Yingguo had arrived, even though it was the most noble official he had received.

"Abbot, there is no need to be polite between us. I was fortunate to come to the palace of King Yu to meet King Yu, please ask the abbot to guide. ”

Fu Youde is gentle and patient, which is completely different from when he was in the palace.

The prefect bowed his head and introspected.

The chief of Zhonghan led them through several tablets and stone carvings left by literati and scholars, and came to the palace of King Yu.

The top of the palace of Yuwang is the top of the heavy eaves resting on the mountain, and the green glazed tiles are arranged in the same direction in a neat and orderly manner like the tough bamboo.

The corner, ridge, circumference, vertical ridge and main ridge work together to support the heavy roof.

Two statues of Shui Bo stand at the top, protecting the wind and rain and the abundant harvest.