Although Liu Feng is counting on this fortune, he hurts others and hurts himself.

Liu Feng knows this truth. How much Sun Quan and these people lost, Liu Feng couldn't control. But Liu Feng's request to himself is that the people under his hands cannot die because of the difficulty of drinking water.

Therefore, Liu Feng ordered the digging of a deep well.

According to the information of various places, the role of deep wells has gradually emerged.

Although the situation in Jiangxia is also very serious, it is better than most of Jiangdong and Jingzhou.

The people have plenty of water.

Of course, there was no rain for several months, and the rivers dried up, which had a strong impact on the aquaculture industry and agriculture.

According to Liu Feng's estimates, this year's Jiangxia harvest may not exceed 30%.

These 30% are also counted, floods after drought.

And Jiangdong, most of Jingzhou, may have no harvest, and the people can only rely on the surplus.

Thinking about it, Liu Feng's mood was a little heavy. However, this bit of heaviness was quickly erased by Liu Feng.

In troubled times, how can you be benevolent and righteous to the enemy?

After reading this bamboo slip, Liu Feng was in no mood to deal with other official duties. After sitting for a while, he got up and said, "Prepare the car." ”

Soon after, under the escort of the personal soldiers led by Kou Shui, Liu Feng left the city.

There are many tributaries of the Yangtze River, and the Fan River is one of them. It's just that compared to the larger tributaries of the Yangtze River, the Fan River is really not worth mentioning.

The Fan River is located about one hundred and twenty miles east of Xiling City, from south to north.

That is, among the many water systems in Jiangxia, the first dry river.

The river, which is about 10 feet wide, is now only muddy. The edge of the river has been completely deflated with silt, and in the center is a network of soil that is quickly drying and cracking.

The river is littered with a large number of dead fish and shrimp. There was a faint stench in the air.

Jiang Wan led the officials of Xiling and stood on this dry river.

The crowd was all frowning, and there was deep concern in their eyes.

Jiang Wan is a great talent, he sees people very accurately, and he does not allow corrupt officials to exist, so now all the officials in Jiangxia are relatively honest and capable people.

These people are very energetic. The sense of responsibility is also strong.

Now that Jiang Xia is like this, of course there are many people who are worried.

It's not just the officials standing here. There were also a few farmers, and these farmers also had deep frowns. They were all from nearby villages, and they were found by the officials to lead the way for Jiang Wan and them.

Among the farmers, one of the capable men was named Yang Qian.

Yang Qian is a farmer, an authentic farmer. But Yang Qian, who has worked all his life to figure it out, has never encountered such a situation.

Every year, the wind and rain are smooth, and even if it is a disaster, it is because of floods, which cause the river to rise sharply, which affects the locality.

There has never been a drought.

Now more than half of the crops in the village have died, and more than half are sustained by a few deep wells in the village. Now, except for a few deep wells, all the shallow wells in the village can only produce a little water.

Drought, great drought.

If it weren't for those deep wells, Yang Qian really didn't know how to live.

And there may be people who die of thirst because of it. Dying of thirst, this is almost unimaginable in the experience of Yang Qian in the first half of his life.

But in the course of a month, Yang Qian deeply experienced that fear.

Therefore, Yang Qian is very grateful to Liu Feng. If it weren't for Liu Feng, their village would be in danger.

In the past, Yang Qian was a little dissatisfied with Liu Feng's forced order to dig wells everywhere and occupy their time. But now, those grievances have turned to guilt.

Guilt for Liu Feng.

"If this drought is another month, Jiangxia's harvest this year may only be four or five percent. It's hard. A small official beside Jiang Wan sighed and said.

"Yes, Jiang Xia's foundation is too thin." There was an official who complied with the Tao.

Jiang Wan also sighed in his heart, Jiangxia's foundation is indeed thin, and the people of Xiangjiangdong and Jingchu are relatively wealthy, and there is a lot of room to survive the disaster year.

But Jiang Xia didn't, in previous years, Huang Zu exploited too much.

However, Jiang Wan's heart was excited, after the battle of Jiangling, the battle of Wancheng. After Fei Guan, Zhang Dao, and Xu Zheng's countless acquisitions, there are now six million stones of grain in Jiangxia's granary.

What is this concept? Save a little food, enough for a million people to survive three years.

And now the population of Jiangxia, Jiujiang and Changsha counties is only 800,000. As long as there are three million stone of grain left, it is enough to survive this year. It will be harvested until next autumn.

There is still a large part left.

Thinking about it, Jiang Wan was glad that he was following Liu Feng, if it weren't for Liu Feng's foresight, the current Jiangxia would be as helpless as Jiangdong and Jingzhou.

It may be even more bleak than in these places.

"Let's go to the next river." They have also been walking this river for a while, and they know everything they should know. Jiang Wan decided to look elsewhere to get a comprehensive picture of the drought.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and then a pair of soldiers appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

It was Liu Feng's carriage.

"My lord." Jiang Wan took the lead, and Qi Qi greeted the carriage.

"No courtesy." Under the escort of Kou Shui and others, Liu Feng, who came here, nodded and got out of the carriage.

After getting out of the car, Liu Feng's attention focused on the river in front of him.

Seeing the news from the bamboo slips and witnessing the drought are two completely different concepts.

Liu Feng believed that Jiangxia started on the water, and the battle of Dongting Lake eliminated the Yellow Shot, and then entered Xiakou and captured Xiling.

The Jiangxia that Liu Feng saw was a Jiangxia with plenty of water. And now in front of him was a dry river.

It's a shock.

It's unpredictable. This kind of sharp weapon can also hurt oneself when killing people.

After standing for a while, Liu Feng raised his head, saw a few peasants standing nearby, and picked a more capable person and asked, "How is the situation in your village?" ”

The person Liu Feng asked was Yang Qian. Yang Qian didn't know Liu Feng, but from the reactions of Jiang Wan and others, he could see who Liu Feng was.

It was the lord of Jiangxia who defeated Zhou Yu. Cao Ren. Liu Feng, who let them live again.

"General Qiyu. With a few deep wells, everyone has a mouthful of water to drink, and even some water is freed up to water the fields. With excitement, Yang Qian bent down slightly and replied.

Liu Feng frowned, he knew that this drought would continue for a while, and only three or four percent of the dealers would survive by then.

Once the flood passed, only two or three percent of the crops remained.

Now Yang Qian is actually using the people's water to irrigate the fields, which is really a bit stupid.

"In my experience, this drought will continue for a while, you go back and tell your village chief, as long as you feed two or three percent of the crops, the rest will die of drought sooner or later." Although the farmer was a little stupid, Liu Feng did not blame it in his heart.

Just a reminder.

And for a while? Yang Qian couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart, this drought has been so long, and the harvest on the field is only four or five percent, if it lasts for a while.

Yang Qian didn't dare to imagine it.

But Yang Qian believed in Liu Feng's judgment very much, when the general dug a deep well, didn't there be a little omen?

And this time, when the general said that the drought lasts for a while, it will definitely last for a while.

In this way, only a small amount of water can be used to feed a small amount of crops.

"No." Yang Qian was very grateful to Liu Feng for his reminder and promised loudly.

Seeing Yang Qian's promise without hesitation, Liu Feng's heart jumped slightly, he just subconsciously reminded him. But seeing Yang Qian's attitude, it seems to be very supportive of his judgment.

I think back to some of the things I did, such as deep boreholes.

Looking at the trust in Yang Qian's eyes again, Liu Feng gradually had some understanding in his heart.

After going back, Gongyan went to draft an official document. Paste it at the entrance of each village. Tell the people directly that the drought will continue for some time. It was ordered that the people everywhere could only keep 30% of the crop, and give up the rest. Liu Feng, who was aware of his prestige, ordered to Jiang Wan.

If he hadn't realized that his prestige was so high, Liu Feng wouldn't have done this.

Crops are the lifeblood of the common people, and letting them produce easily is tantamount to asking for their lives. It will cause a lot of public outrage.

It is better to leave it alone and wait for the drought to continue, and the crop yield will slowly decline.

But perceiving that his prestige is so high, Liu Feng has a bottom in his heart.

Now let the people reduce production first, and the remaining labor force can be freed up for other things.

"No." The people's support for Liu Feng, Jiang Wan, who is closer to the people, feels deeper than Liu Feng.

In Shenjing alone, Liu Feng's prestige far exceeded Sun Quan's prestige in Jiangdong.

The people are the ones who support the ones who will keep them alive.

Liu Feng nodded, overtook Jiang Wan with his feet, and stood on the edge of the river.

Looking at the dry river, Liu Feng already knew in his heart that it was time to realize his plan.

"Now is the time to clean up the river, and the river without water is easy to dig deep. And because of the reduced crop yield, there will be a lot of labor left. Liu Feng turned his head and looked at Jiang Wandao.

"My subordinates understand." Jiang Wan understood what Liu Feng meant.

"Pay your wages and take care of three meals a day. Able to eat and drink to their heart's content. Liu Feng smiled at Jiang Wan and smiled.

Now these three meals have increased the temptation of the people infinitely.

Because of the reduced crop production, the people all know that this year's harvest will be small, and next year will be difficult. Now I can eat the official meal, the rest of the rations.

May be life-saving food.

"No." Jiang Wan nodded again, the two monarchs and ministers had already had a tacit understanding, and now they were just doing the final work.

Dig deep boreholes, strengthen the river channel, and deepen the river channel.

Especially the river channels. Many areas south of the Yangtze River are threatened with flooding. Now strengthen the river and widen the river.

It can be said to be a century-old event.

Next year, the year after. Even in a hundred years, the water systems around Jiangxia, Jiujiang and Changsha will be much more resistant to floods.

Big floods in other places are only small floods in Jiangxia.

There are small floods in other places, but there are no floods in Jiangxia at all.

That's the gap.

A 100-year event. Liu Feng said silently in his heart.

(To be continued)