It's true that Song Fusheng's words came.

Lu Pan really didn't want to get involved in local affairs.

He doesn't care about those people, and those people can't control him, don't look at them as "officials", two different things.

He only listened to the orders of the emperor, and when he was fighting, he obeyed the orders of his superiors, if there were any superior generals.

Therefore, it has nothing to do with who came forward to invite him.

What can please him is nothing more than that this matter is closely related to the people.

The three adults thought that they would go back to the government directly to discuss matters, but unexpectedly, General Lu let the car rush to the Hunhe River.

At this time, by the Hunhe River.

Under this rain, the sky was dark, and the sound of rain and river water crashing on the shore was endless.

Lu Pan stood next to the stone fish.

The water had reached his calves, and his feet were soaked in the cold water.

Junzi gave his young master an umbrella, the wind was very strong, and the umbrella couldn't stop it at all, and Xiao Quanzi and a few other little guys couldn't make lanterns.

Xiao Quanzi was blown by the strong wind, and even took two steps back.

Lu Pan bent down and touched the scratches on the stone fish with his hand.

He didn't want to hear from those people about where the water level was now, he wanted to verify it himself.

Lu Pan touched the traces of these measurements of the water level and asked the accompanying officials questions.

"General, what did you say?"

The wind was strong and the rain was loud.

Lu Pan's face was covered with rain, and he couldn't open his eyes when the rain poured it, and shouted in a deep voice: "Let me ask you, where was the water level an hour ago!" ”

"Oh, General, you see, it's here," is it here? The three adults asked the officials who stayed here.

"Report, this river, the last time it flooded, when the water level rose."

He remembered in a trance that it was eight years ago, when he was still young, and he couldn't remember much about it.

In the rain, the three adults looked at the little officials who stayed here.

Lu Pan twisted his eyebrows, the rain flowed down his cheeks to his neck, and he squirted water outward when he spoke, and asked Shunzi: "What did they say?" ”

"Young master, they said that there is a detailed record in the yamen." It means that you will know when you get there, they don't have a count in their minds at the moment, and they need to look through it.

Lu Pan nodded, as if he was not dissatisfied, and turned to leave.

He does not participate in local management, let alone express his opinion on local employment.

But in my heart, I was scolding: a bunch of mallets, a bunch of people who are paying for a good life.

For some officials, Lu Pan was really contemptuous in his heart for many times.

Vegetarian meal for the corpse.

In the words of the common people: occupy the pit and don't.

You all said that he respected and admired Song Fusheng very much, and without Poria Cocos, he would be the same.

Lu Pan now doubts, not to mention Song Fusheng, even those boys in the Nine Clans are stronger than those mallets if they exercise for a while?

Just look at the dart game.

There is a punch-in, there is an insurance policy, you need to press the handprint to receive the weapon, you need to hand over the weapon after the execution, and when you perform the escort task, you need to be stamped according to the route along the way through the dart bureau branch.

Look at this again.

The river officer in charge does not know the situation of the last flood and needs to check it now, if I read it myself, what do you want you to do?

Lu Pan didn't go to the Yamen, and went back to the Guogong Mansion directly, so that Shunzi and they could also have a hot meal.

While they were eating and changing clothes, Lu Pan was wearing a new shirt and was looking up the record of the flood, and the doctor in the house was changing the dressing on his back.

"Young master, I don't know what the old man has to say?"

Lu Pan waved his hand to stop it.

"Young master, this bag on your head."

Lu Pan waved his hand again.

The doctor sighed helplessly and went out with the medicine box.

The doctor didn't know that Lu Gongzi's wound vesicles, redness, swelling and inflammation contributed to Song Fusheng's family tiles, and the big bag on the back of his head was also smashed out from there.

The big girl was grinding ink, and Lu Pan was sitting upright at the desk, asking the emperor for a "preventive shot".

According to the historical data, if this rainstorm is carried out for seven consecutive days, what will it be like for the next 14 days, and what will be it like for 20 consecutive days, what will Fengtianfu be flooded into.

Your Majesty, if necessary, will you send troops to fight the flood?

At the same time, Song Fusheng was washing clothes for Lu Pan.

He doesn't wash what he replaces at his house, who washes it?

Qian Peiying entered the house with a small box of laundry detergent: "The old lady is not coming back tonight?" ”

"I just sent someone to say that I can't come back, squeeze on that side, and deal with it at night. It's okay, the four strong are on that side. ”

"How did you do today? I haven't asked. ”

"Anyway, I will answer them all, I think I did well in the test."

Generally, after the exam, I think I did very well.

"I'm still thinking about it, I'm going to have to sleep for a few days, damn it, God won't do it."

Qian Peiying remembered a small pot of hailstones that Poria picked up before: "Guess how big, the biggest hailstone?" ”

"The biggest, can't be as big as an egg? Catching up, right? ”

Qian Peiying nodded: "It's over, grain." ”

Oh, yes.

Song Fusheng now hopes that the weather will clear up tomorrow, so that he can go back to the village to have a look.

Sudden hail, and so big that it fell so much, don't look at it, it fell so violently, and in just a while, the snow on the ground was white.

It is said that when the old farmer farms the land, a strong wind and hail, the field will be beaten bald, and it is all up to the sky to reward the face for food.

Song Fusheng didn't dare to imagine his family's chili seedlings.

There are also peppers on the mountain, and it is estimated that all the vegetables grown in the vegetable garden at home have to lie on the ground, and the bud rice leaves in the ground are beaten into shreds.

Old farmers, this year, busy in vain, tired of farming.

"Thanks to me and Grandpa, we can buy food when we have nothing to do."

Grandfather of the school member.

That old party is purely escaping from the sequelae, and when he has money, he buys food, which has reached the level of addiction. People said that they didn't buy food, and they panicked.

And he and Grandpa are keeping in mind: bring an umbrella and dry food.

When there is no shortage of food at home, you should also buy some and save it, especially if the family has a large population.

is also scared, one is that the lockdown was really blind, and the other is that Song Fusheng warned himself: We are no longer modern people, and we can no longer think like modern times.

In modern times, do you think that there are no disasters in various places every year? So why is there no shortage of food and drink in life, and I can't feel it? Because the country is strong and the people are rich, modern security is very sufficient.

How can it be done here?

Qian Peiying was also worried when she heard it: "The decoration of our houses has also stopped working now, right?" Alas, thanks to the cap. Thanks to the old lady who came back from the Guogong Mansion, she shouted that she wanted to build steps at the door of each house. For example, your uncle and the old man's house is not covered, and if it rains so heavily, water will enter the house, and we will be fine after listening to the old lady. ”

Song Fusheng said: "It doesn't matter if you decorate, it's a big deal." I'm worried now, don't be like those officials who came to Lu Pan said, if it doesn't stop raining, there are rivers and mountains in front of and behind our house, and the feng shui is usually good, but it will not be good at this time. ”

These words frightened Qian Peiying: "It can't be like that, our yard is far from the river and the mountain, it's quite far." "How can there be a mudslide and flash flood?

"Then it sees, how old is it and how long is it?" It was really a disaster-inducing physique, and Lao Song motioned to his daughter-in-law to wring out his clothes with him.

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