"Hezhou is in chaos." Tian Jinbao was like an ant on a hot pot, pacing in the room: "What should we do!" ”

"What to do, do it." Cao Yu is not in a hurry, Liu Fenghui is dead, there is no proof of the death of Hezhou, they don't need to do anything more.

"It's the cabinet that should be worried now." Cao Yu said with a smile: "Yang Yiqing is not sensible, the officialdom of Hezhou has been messed up by him, and it is impossible for the cabinet to do nothing." ”

"What are we talking to you about?" Tian Jinbao's face was full of suspicion.

"What else could there be?" Cao Alcohol smiled meaningfully: "Isn't it the Altan people on the border who should be in charge now?" ”

"What do you mean?" Tian Jinbao suddenly remembered the good news that Altan Khan's grandson had surrendered and was suppressed.

"I know what I mean." Cao Yu said with a smile: "Things have to be done one by one, too much is worth the loss, and besides, things are not broken between the eyebrows, so why force yourself to be so tight." ”

Hearing this, Tian Jinbao calmed down, and he thought about things according to Cao Alcohol's thoughts, which seemed to be right.

"My people are temporarily stopped in Hezhou, and we think that the surrender of the grandson of Altan Khan still needs to be "verified". Cao Alcohol refers to Wu Hui, the stall head of the East Factory: "When it can be "verified", it depends on when the real 'Dongfeng' comes. ”

Tian Jinbao and Cao Yu looked at each other and smiled, the meaning was all in plain sight.

...

Huang Luoling came to Kyoto alone, with no long things, so he naturally relied on He Qiaoyi's house, which made He Qiao sad, sighing all day long.

"What iniquity have I created?" He Qiao leaned and sighed while squatting on the ground to brush the dishes.

This aunt opened her mouth well, coaxed her mother into a smile, and almost recognized her daughter.

"Sigh what." Jiang Banxia also squatted on the ground, but the pestle in her hand was a broom.

"What more can I sigh for." He Qiao looked at Jiang Banxia with resentment: "It's not that you can't see it, that little girl has turned her lips, and I have no status in this family." ”

"It's hard for you." Jiang Banxia held back for a long time and said that it was difficult for you, He Qiaoyi couldn't wait to turn his eyes to the sky when he heard this.

Fortunately, they were going to Beizhen Fu Si Ying Mao during the day, and they didn't spend many days at home, so the days could pass.

"I know that I came to Kyoto willfully to cause you trouble." Huang Luoling stopped Jiang Banxia: "But I'm not a wasted person. ”

"Tomorrow I will go out to find work, and I will never eat and live in vain." These words came out of her mind before she spoke.

Jiang Banxia was surprised: "What kind of job are you looking for?" ”

There are very few jobs that women can do, and even if they do, the pay will not be too high.

"I don't know." Huang Luoling shook his head, his eyes were full of confusion, and the excitement of coming to Kyoto at the beginning was gradually smoothed out by the constraints of daily life.

This is the same as Jiang Banxia said at the beginning, it is not suitable for her, Kyoto is depressing, the women here are straightforward, and the men are dignified.

Huang Luoling, who is unrestrained by nature and pursues freedom, has no way to endure such a boring life day after day.

"Kyoto is so big, I can always find a job that suits me." Huang Luoling clenched his fists, and his eyes burst into light.

Jiang Banxia was noncommittal about this, she told Huang Luoling that if he encountered something that could not be solved, he must say it, and she and He Qiaoyi would definitely help if they could.

After all, this world is still too difficult for women.

...

In the blink of an eye, June ended quietly, the south of the Yangtze River was urgent, the water level soared during the Dragon Boat Festival rainfall, the mountains and rivers everywhere were flooded, and the Tiaoxi, Qiantang River, Cao'e River, Yongjiang River and other rivers soared at the same time, and the embankment Tianlu was in danger.

The people along the river have contributed one after another, and they have made a strong contribution.

The heavy rain poured, and the sky was torn out by thunder and lightning with a miserable white crack, and the white miserable rain curtain was poured all over the earth, and the history of this rainstorm in Qingwen's 20 years is rare.

The various dikes and weirs, as well as the soldiers and civilians along the coast, carried sandbags day and night to block them.

"Brother Fan! No, you go back! The strong man with his clothes tied around his waist stopped Lu Yun, who rushed into the rain curtain: "The river is surging!" Will eat people! ”

The heavy rain poured on Lu Yun's body, and the rumbling waves around him were accompanied by torrential rain and thunder, and Lu Yun couldn't hear what the man was talking about.

He yelled with his mouth wide open, "What! ”

"You can't go down the river!" The strong man also shouted: "You can't go down the river!" ”

shouted four or five times in a row, Lu Yun heard it clearly, he shook his head resolutely, the soldiers and civilians along the coast fought the flood day and night, he ate the grain of the imperial court, and he didn't stand up at this time, and he ignored the integrity of the scholars!

"Brother Fan! Together! "The students who went south to check the yellow books rushed into the torrential rain, and they carried them on their shoulders and hands, and bags of sandbags were thrown down the river.

The sandbag into the river is like mud and sand into the sea, without the slightest wave.

In front of the precarious embankments and weirs, soldiers tied ropes, one by one to form a human wall, and they held steel pestles and bamboo sticks in their hands and inserted them under the sandbags to withstand the impact of the flood.

The people carrying sandbags in the back relay the sandbags.

Seeing that someone was swept away by Jiang Hong, before Lu Yun could shout, heavy rain poured into his mouth.

Tears, sweat, rain, and the desperate expressions of the people on both sides of the strait rolled away with a torrential rain at the end of June.

"Lord Zheng!" The creep who ordered rushed up the embankment and opened his mouth wide: "No... Oh no! Several other rivers have burst! ”

Heavy rain poured into Xiao Bing's mouth, and the sound was indistinct, but Zheng Yanggu still heard it.

Zheng Yanggu, the governor of Zhejiang, had a pale face, and as early as April, he wrote to the Ministry of Household Affairs to ask for funds to repair the embankment.

The household department should not, and then it was delayed until the beginning of June to come up with some money to deal with it, can the embankment repaired in this way block the menacing floods?

"The adults can't stop it, what should I do now!"

Zheng Yanggu looked at the surging river, and couldn't bear to close his eyes: "Do your best, listen to the destiny of heaven, otherwise how to explain..."

The surging river swallowed up several lives in the blink of an eye, confess, this is the confession.

Take people's lives to block, blocking is an explanation, and if you can't block it, you will also confess.

The 800-mile Rapid Canal went around the clock, and four days later, news of the bursting of the embankment in the southern part of the Yangtze River flew into Kyoto.

Zheng Yanggu, the governor of Zhejiang, was streckled with dry water trails, and the torrential rain depicted in the song poured into the celebrant through these water trails.

Cao Bo pinched and paced left and right, and things had reached the worst.

"Godfather!" Cao Yu, who heard the news, knelt on the ground with a thud: "Godfather, you have to save your son!"

There has been a turnaround, the money is coming, and the money for repairs has been allocated, so it stands to reason that this year should have passed the flood season safely.

Outcome... In the end, it turned out to be a natural disaster!

"The embankment is destroyed and the fields are flooded, and the people on both sides of the strait have suffered countless deaths and injuries, and God is going to accept you." Cao Bo sighed: "Our family can't stop the flood." ”

Cao Alcohol lay on the ground in despair, he was wooden from top to bottom.

"However, Banzai hasn't opened his mouth yet, you still have a chance."

Cao Bomo rubbed the note in his hand, and his cloudy eyes showed a fine light: "Human life has never been valuable, one person is sad, ten thousand people, one million people are actually just a number, long live what we want as long as we can give ......"

Cao Bo did not finish the following words, but the meaning was self-evident.

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