Ye Hua remembered that someone said that before the advent of supercomputers, the accuracy of weather forecasts was about the same as that of old farmers looking at the weather, so he found a few old farmers, who held their hands behind their backs, stared at the clouds in the sky, watched for a long time, and then told Ye Hua that the rainstorm was coming.

Ye Hua also learned from them to look at the sky, patches of white clouds, like marshmallows, and they didn't see any clues.

Trust them!

In the evening, the sultry climate made people breathless, the air pressure seemed to flatten people, it seemed that it was really going to rain, this time there was no need for the old farmer, Ye Hua also clearly felt it.

Suddenly, a cold wind came, followed by a thunderclap, and the bean-sized raindrops crackled and smashed on the ground.

The dry dirt was smashed into a puff of dust, and it was very choking.

But after a while, the raindrops became denser and denser, and the ground was all soaked, and then the rainwater, which had not had time to seep into the ground, gathered together and became a small river, which flowed towards the low-lying places.

It is said that the showers do not last all day, but this time the torrential rain fell all night.

Each stream is filled with rain, and the yellow turbidity streams converge to form a stronger river, and the goal of these rivers is Bianshui!

I don't know when, Fan Zhen has already gotten up, he is wearing a robe, wearing a hat, and came to the embankment.

Leaning down and looking down, the water was rolling, and the waterway, which had been almost dry, was already filled and rising rapidly. Fan Zhen's heart flickered.

Ye Hua joked with himself yesterday, saying that if he failed, he would jump in to apologize, in fact, Fan Zhen really thought so, transportation is the blood of a country, and the river transportation with the largest volume is the main artery!

It must be dredged, and it can't be blocked!

It's all to blame for him being too conceited, and he actually forgot to ask Ye Hua!

If it was a big mistake, he really deserved to die...... Before I knew it, I had been standing on the embankment for half an hour, and although I had a coat and hat, I was also soaked.

Ye Hua came with a few people on horseback.

"Fan Xianggong, go back and rest, it's not time yet!"

Fan Zhen wiped the water on his face and said blankly, "When?" ”

"Now the rain is moving to the northwest, and it won't be long before the Yellow River rises and pours into the water, and that's the real test!" Ye Hua jumped down from the war horse and said to Fan Qian: "You'd better rest now, don't collapse when it's time to really exert your strength." By the way, I asked people to prepare ginger soup and brown sugar dates, don't waste it! ”

Fan Zhen scolded with a smile: "The old man is not confined, what kind of brown sugar do you want!" ”

He said so, but he really had a little sweetness in his heart, Ye Hua, this kid is actually quite good to the people around him, and he is smart, no wonder Feng Dao desperately wants to accept him as an apprentice!

Of course, whether it is someone around him or not depends on Ye Hua's identification.

Fan Zhen got off the embankment and rested, the old man was indeed tired, and slept from noon to the second half of the night. He was woken up by the sound of a cow roaring.

"Here comes the water!"

"Here comes the water!"

……

Hearing the shouts outside, Fan Zhen hurriedly got up and rushed out, and at this time there were already many people standing on the embankment, all of them with torches, waiting for battle.

Including Ye Hua, his heart was raised to his throat.

The flood water rushing from the Yellow River, quickly filling the Bianshui channel, is like a fierce beast, rampage, without scruples. The sound of the water crashing was earth-shattering, rolling up countless debris, and in the middle of the waves, there was even a dead pig going down the river.

At such a time, even if there is a dead person, everyone has no time to care.

The real thing is the river embankment, can it hold up!

Ye Hua was standing on the embankment, the water under his feet getting higher and higher, and he was only less than two feet away from his feet.

The wind whipped up the water and splashed it on the face.

Full of turbidity, it seems that it can swallow the levee at any moment.

If it can't be stopped, let alone the smooth flow of water, even the farmland will be submerged.

"Tell the brethren to guard against it, and in case of danger, immediately strengthen it!"

"Understood!"

The soldier stepped on his horse and hurried to inform.

At this moment, with Ye Hua's soldiers stationed at the embankment, there are his 800 hussar guards, the Yang family's 3,000 elites, and the forbidden army under Zhao Kuangyin.

And in the crowd, there are actually Fu Zhaoxin, Wang Tingyi and Liu Yanqin. You must know that they are people who don't even help the oil bottle at home, and this time they actually went up to the embankment themselves.

With the people, braving the rain, carrying sandbags, carrying stones, and reinforcing the embankment.

After only a few runs, the delicate deerskin boots are not in shape, and the cement on the ground is so thick and heavy that you can't pull it out if you sink into it. Wang Tingyi's eyes were red, he threw off his boots, and ran barefoot with a sandbag on his back.

Liu Yanqin squeezed his eyebrows and hesitated for a long time, but found that Fu Zhaoxin had taken off his boots, and he had nothing to say, so he could only keep up.

The torrent was still stirring, rising from midnight to morning, from morning to noon, and the big guys didn't bother to eat. Running again and again in the muddy water, my hands and feet are worn out, my shoulders are swollen, and my stomach is constantly spasming and convulsing, and it tastes so bad!

Grandma's, you shouldn't be a hero, you should be angry!

Liu Yanqin sneered, but he got up from the muddy water again and again, unwilling to fall behind...... Ye Hua saw the efforts of the big guy, and there was a very strange feeling in his heart.

As a traverser, his heart is closed, and at first he only regarded the Ye family as a relative, or the kind that was forcibly brainwashed. As for the others, it's nothing at all.

Even if he was born and died with Zhao Da, it would not prevent him from fighting the Zhao family's idea.

But at this moment, the closed door seemed to open a small crack, and the wind blew in.

Until the sun was about to set, Fan Zhen, who was staring at the embankment, was suddenly surprised and shouted: "Look, the water level is not rising, the water is stable!" ”

After shouting, the old man sat down on the ground with joy, and only a smirk remained.

Bunching water and attacking sand, the most feared thing is to encounter a big flood, in fact, Ye Hua has already made preparations for flood distribution, if the amount of water is too large, he must give up.

In Pan Jitao's point of view, this point is specifically mentioned, and river governance is not a brute force.

Everyone can finally take a break, eat something, and replenish their strength.

Ye Hua asked half of the people to rest, and half of them continued to stay, waiting until the second half of the night, and then changed over. Many people simply found a relatively clean place under the embankment, spread a mat, and fell asleep, snoring one after another, louder than the sound of water!

After three days, the flood waters finally receded, and the entire levee was unharmed except for a few minor damages.

In particular, the key part of the cement construction completely resisted the invasion.

Fan Zhen knocked it with his hand, it was still so hard, the old man couldn't help but smile, and praised it sincerely: "This is really a treasure that can make up for the sky!" ”

It happened that Zhao Kuangyin passed behind the old man and almost fell down.

What kind of treasure to make up the sky, it is the material for the workshop workers to build a house, which is cheap! Who did Fan Xianggong listen to? What does it have to do with mending the sky?

Eighty percent is Ye Hua playing Lao Fan again!

Zhao Kuangyin grinned, haha, it turned out that he was dignified and full of wealth, and he was so easy to be deceived, which was worse than Ye Zhong!

As if he had discovered some secret, Zhao Da found a place where no one was and laughed.

As the water level receded, people were pleasantly surprised to find that the silt in the original river channel had been washed away in a thick layer.

Beam water to attack the sand method, it's done!

Fan Zhen couldn't help but be overjoyed, he found two soldiers with good water nature, and asked them to drive a small boat to explore the middle of the Bianhe River. A soldier rows a boat, and a soldier plunges into the water with a bamboo pole.

The long bamboo pole was barely gone, and finally touched the mud and sand at the bottom of the river.

The soldiers tested the place in a row, and then they went ashore excitedly and ran in front of Fan Zhen.

"Qi Qi Fan Xianggong, the deepest depth of the water is more than one zhang, and the shallow one is also 8 feet!"

Hearing this, Fan Zhen looked up to the sky and sighed, and shouted loudly: "God bless Da Zhou, God bless Da Zhou!" ”

In other words, when the water is opened, the main artery is opened, and the grain from Songzhou, Xuzhou and other places can be transported into the capital, and the forbidden army of the Great Zhou can easily attack the land of Lianghuai.

As the prime minister of a country, Fan Zhen is more concerned about wealth, and when the river is opened, the money will come! It's a happy event, Lao Fan blushed as if he was drunk, "Champion Hou, the old man wants to give you credit, you are the hero of the Great Zhou!" ”

Ye Hua ignored the old man's madness, "First of all, I have long been a hero, and secondly, let's settle the cement money!" ”