As soon as the spring thunder sounded, the Tianhe River overturned.

Ying Tiancheng did not directly walk out of the cold winter and enter the scorching heat of midsummer, but greeted the baptism of spring rain as scheduled.

The earth was washed over and over again, carrying away the dust and dirt that had accumulated over and over the winter.

After the first few heavy rainstorms, the spring rain gradually became smaller, like a silk thread for the entire Jiangnan covered a thin curtain.

In order to prevent possible floods on both sides of the Yangtze River, the imperial court once again issued an order to order more than 100,000 Beijing officers and soldiers who went to Beijing in winter to transfer grain and grass to relieve the local snow situation, and stayed in the town as usual to prevent the occurrence of flood conditions, and did not return to Beijing until Qin Tianjian confirmed that there would be no floods on both sides of the Yangtze River in the 28th year of Hongwu.

In Yingtian West City, in an open space near the camp of the various armies, there were already two huge Dharma platforms that had been built layer by layer.

The imperial court decided last year that it would hold a water and land ceremony and a Jiao ceremony in this year, so as to pray for the emperor in the heavens, so that she can enjoy endless blessings in the sky.

As a result, there have been more and more monk robes and Taoist robes in Yingtian City recently.

Although the royal family will never openly admit that this is to tame the two religions, there are leaders and faces in the two religions, and all of them can be described as 'occupying the mountain as kings, all of whom have personally or sent their own disciples to Yingtian.

It is to deal with the new trend that the imperial court may promote after the prayer meeting.

"When the prayer meeting is over, you will leave Beijing and go to Henan and Guanzhong to inspect it." Zhu Gaochi mistook the coat of raw rice in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and tilted his head to ask Zhu Yunxi beside him.

Zhu Yunxi was staring at the stage not far in front of him, playing the rhythm in his hands, and glanced at the old man and father in front of them, the emperor and grandson, as well as the second uncle who was about to leave Beijing to continue his errands, and some of the meritorious deeds in Beijing.

He didn't look back, just shook it, and replied, "That's how it was decided, take the Cao transport to Xuzhou Mansion, turn to Henan Road, go up the river to Shuo, all the way to Guanzhong. If possible, I would like to inspect the west side of the river again."

Zhu Gaochi's eyes moved slightly, calculated the time required for this route, and then looked at the other side, the grandstand composed of the concubines in the palace, the female scrolls of the Taisun Mansion, and the female scrolls of the noble family in Jingxun.

Then he whispered, "In this way, you may not be able to come back this year. The princess and the concubine grandchild, probably after the Mid-Autumn Festival, it will be the waiting period."

Zhu Yunxi finally turned his head at this time, looked at Xiao Pang, and smiled calmly: "Inspecting the affairs of Henan and Guanzhong has been done for a long time, starting with my father, but because the previous things have been delayed. At the same time, it is also indispensable for the imperial court to inspect the Central Plains and the Northwest, and it is necessary to make a trip after all."

Since the Qin and Han dynasties, and even the Sui and Tang dynasties, the entire Guanzhong and Henan have long been heavily affected by the disasters of the past dynasties, with land salinization and groundwater pollution. And more importantly, with the further development of Jiangnan, the economic center has inevitably begun to move south.

But even so, places such as Guanzhong and Henan were still an indispensable and important part of the empire.

The vast land, because of the disappearance of the imperial family and the imperial court, once again became the important grain production area of the empire. Moreover, with the Ming Dynasty's construction of the nine sides, the two banks of the former river also assumed the role of supporting the nine sides.

….

Nine sides are stable, then Ming is stable.

Henan Guanzhong is in turmoil, and the nine sides are in danger.

All of them, the wolf ambitions on the grassland, which seem to never be finished, will ride on horseback, walk on the road that their ancestors walked, and invade the Central Plains.

Zhu Gaochi thought about it and felt that he couldn't find a reason to refute it, so he changed his words and said, "Hexi was originally not in the plan, and it was added temporarily to find Liang Guogong?"

Zhu Yunxi nodded: "I went to see my uncle and grandfather, and I also wanted to see if my Ming could reproduce the old things of the former Tang Anxi Capital."

Zhu Gaochi shrugged his shoulders and was noncommittal.

Da Ming wants to reproduce the former Tang Anxi affairs, but the key is not west of Hexi, or outside the north of the nine sides.

Only outside the nine sides, the remnants of the former Yuan will be completely defeated

, to convince them, to crush their arrogance and ambition, the Ming Dynasty has the possibility and opportunity to reorganize the military horses, transfer the military deployment in the north and northwest, and project the power of the empire to the west of Hexi.

On the stage, there was a shocking sound.

Zhu Yunxi and Zhu Gaochi looked at the stage silently at the same time.

It seems to be the twelve gold medal dramas of the former Song Dynasty.

Zhu Yunxi silently glanced at the Ming meritorious men sitting around the old man in front of him, and smiled slightly.

It seems that today's play has ulterior motives.

"Flying alone can't stay for a long time, begging for the class teacher. Twelve gold plates are served in one day. Fei wept angrily, bowed to the east, and said: "Ten years of work will be wasted." ，」

On the stage, twelve wooden signs replaced the gold medal, in front of the missionary stage.

That Wusheng was already full of sorrow and tears.

Zhu Yunxi frowned slightly, this drama should be watched by the court officials.

He couldn't understand this, so he had to look up at the sky.

Today is a good day elected by Qin Tianjian, it has been hazy drizzling for more than half a month, yesterday it was clear, and today's temperature is a little warmer, and it is a good time to set up a stage in the palace to listen to the play.

"Thief by mistake!"

On the stage, Wu Sheng, who played Yue Fei, suddenly pointed at the sky angrily, full of pathos, almost all thoughts were silent, a roar was made, and then a straight back fell to the ground, Taishang banged, and the drum moved.

Zhu Yunxi raised his eyebrows: "Go back and arrange, let the six departments, the three law divisions, and the five temples and departments take a look at this play."

Zhu Gaochi squinted at Zhu Yunxi and pouted, "I know."

"Good!"

Ahead, the heroes who watched the play cheered in unison.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat in the middle position, performatively took a few gold-cast Tongbao from the money plate held by Sun Gou'er, and threw them in front of the stage.

Subsequently, Zhu Biao and a group of meritorious generals also threw the reward money prepared in the palace to the stage.

……

Lankao, Daming South Road Kaifeng Prefecture county also.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, it was called Humu (you), and the Warring States period set up a city, and since then it has become a place where the people gather.

"Shuowen" explained, but said: Door, through the wall with wood as the window. Paragraph note: The person who hands over the window is made of wood and straight, that is, the window of today. In the wall is called the wall, and in the house is called the window.

It means that the portal window falls.

And used in Lankao, this portal window falls, in order to see the mother of China, the Yellow River, which has been flowing for thousands of years and has been diverted countless times.

….

Since the diversion of the Yellow River in the former Song Dynasty and the former Yuan Dynasty, Lankao has become a dangerous and critical place on the bank of the Huangkou and the Taihang Embankment for thousands of miles.

Lankao goes to the west eighty miles, which is the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, Kaifeng Mansion.

Henan Road section of the river breaks, then Kaifeng did not ().

Thousands of miles of Taihang embankment can not stop this flood peak that gradually turns from the mother river into a disaster river, dozens of prefectures and counties on both sides of the river, millions of Li people, from birth to soil, are accompanied by this big river all their lives.

Or, after being in the ground, it is still submerged under the bed of the great river.

Silt for thousands of miles.

March of the time.

The misty drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River finally blew to the hometown of the Central Plains.

In the Wuyi Alley in the south of the Yangtze River, the needlework rain in the hands of the girls arrived at the hometown of the Central Plains, and it seemed that they had traveled through time and space, returning to the flood era of the ancestors of the earth ten thousand years ago, and everything was rough.

Heavy rain pours, streams become rivers, mountain streams turn into rivers, landslides and mountain cracks.

Thousands of miles of rivers, rolling mud and sand, Taihang embankment, wind and rain.

Everything has become like 10,000 years ago, the original inhabitants of the Central Plains, in that desolation, for the continuation of the race, need to do everything to fight for the slightest possibility.

"Old Master Liu!"

"Old Master Liu!"

"I'm afraid it's not going to work on it, there's more and more mud!"

"Here we are

I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it anymore."

"Phew...... Ahh......h

"Old Master Liu!"

In the midst of the rainstorm, on the high embankment of the rushing river, a coat leaned forward against the strong wind, lifted a hand to press the hat above his head, lowered his head and walked east along the embankment, raising his head from time to time and shouting around.

It's just that the rain is too heavy and the wind is too dense, and the sound is blown away when it leaves the mouth, and it is consumed in this wind and rain.

On the entire embankment, there are many river workers wearing robes and hats who live in nearby Sanyi Township (now Sanyi Zhai Township).

At the corner of the embankment, I saw an old man with gray hair, accompanied by a teenager, squatting worriedly on a big rock on the embankment.

The old man looked anxiously at the river in front of him.

In the past, there was no wind and no waves, and the calm river irrigated the fertile fields that nourished the land on both sides of the bank for thousands of miles.

However, once it rains heavily upstream, the flood peaks rise higher than one wave, and the river becomes a disaster.

The old man's eyes went from the embankment under his feet to the embankment on the opposite side.

On the entire surface of the river, the yellow dragon rolled wildly, setting off huge waves, and countless undercurrents surged, drawing flowing circles on the river surface.

Wooden piles are scattered all over the river, and the cross-section is torn by great force, end to end.

Once it is sucked in by the circle, it will immediately plunge into the tumbling river full of yellow mud, and then resurface dozens of meters, hundreds of meters, or dozens of miles away.

Winds, torrential rains, huge waves, flood peaks.

The old man was like a stone monkey, standing firmly on the big rock.

The young man next to him had a nervous face, his lips were already white, and there was fear in his eyes.

"Master...... Grandfather...... Let's go home......

The old man turned his head and frowned at the young man, "Go home? If this embankment breaks, we will have no home!"

….

The young man's face became more and more pale, although this river has a flood peak every year, but this year is obviously different from previous years, since he was born, he has not seen much such a big flood peak flow.

The thick embankment under the feet seemed to be shaking in bursts under the huge waves of yellow sand.

"But...... However, the fifth uncle has already taken people to the county seat, and the county lord will bring people over soon."

After all, the young man was still afraid of the completely changed river in front of him, and he only wanted to go home early.

The old man turned his head again, glared at his grandson, and wanted to reprimand him, but finally weakened, sighed, and reached out to pat the hat on the top of his grandson's head.

"When the others come, you follow back to the village."

"In the future, my grandfather stayed here all his life, planted the land all his life, and worked as a river worker for a lifetime. I hope you, you boys, can really subdue this river."

The young man didn't understand what the old man meant, and when he heard that he could go home, he nodded his head disregardingly.

Then he stood up and tried to find his uncles in the same village so that he could take him home.

When the young man stood up, he saw a few people rushing over from the river embankment in the west, and his face immediately showed joy, stretched out his hand, bowed his head and shouted to the old man, "Grandpa, it's the fourth uncle who is coming!"

The old man stood up with his hands on his knees and looked up to the west.

Liu Si searched all the way from upstream, and finally saw the old Liu Ye staring at the reverse river with his grandson, and hurriedly sped up and rushed over.

"Old Master Liu, upstream...... Upstream...... There is a flood peak upstream!"

"Hong Feng!"

Old Master Liu's eyes were anxious, he stretched out his hand and slapped Liu Siyi, glared and said, "Make it clear, this flood peak in front of my head has just passed, how can there be another flood peak so soon!"

Liu Si glanced at the little grandson beside Old Liu Ye, and turned around to greet another person in the same village: "Take little Liu Zi home and tell the village that all preparations should be ready!"

The man rushed back from the upstream with Liu Si, and when he heard this, he immediately took Xiao Liu Zi to Sanyi Township under the embankment.

Wait until the person is gone.

Old Master Liu's face has also become ugly.

"Is there really another flood coming over?"

Liu Si nodded heavily: "I can see clearly, after the flood peak in front of the head passed smoothly, the river level dropped by more than three feet, but the undercurrent was even more. There must be silt on it, and if it doesn't collapse, when the silt is broken away by the flood peak above, our Lankao will be finished!"

Old Master Liu's face was already black and gray, and his lips kept trembling: "Upstream...... The upstream is Kaifeng, how can it be possible to let the embankment collapse......

Liu Si kept looking back at the increasingly prosperous river of Huanglong: "Taoyuan Pass, Dingjia Daokou, and Liujiakou in the downstream Guide Mansion began to send additional manpower last month, and we are the only ones here, that Cao is greedy for months and months, sitting in the yamen all day long, and I don't know what I am doing!" If this river collapses this year, it will have to collapse here in our Lankao County!"

Liu Si was in turmoil at the moment.

Since the beginning of the year, the prefectures and counties on both sides of the river have begun to send additional personnel to guard the embankment and prepare the embankment, just to prevent the possible spring flood burst.

….

It's just that the corrupt official surnamed Cao in Lankao County only took office after the summer of last year, and he didn't understand bullshit, and he didn't care about the affairs of river works.

Obviously, when it is winter, it is necessary to take advantage of the decrease in river water to repair and strengthen the river embankment that was not repaired last year.

The entire Yellow River, a thousand-mile Taihang embankment, if it collapses this year, it deserves to collapse in Lankao County!

Old Liu Ye suddenly sat down on the embankment, splashing a piece of rain and making him covered in mud.

Liu Si and the others were immediately panicked, and hurriedly stepped forward and helped the old Liu Ye up.

"Old Master Liu, you have to hold on and not fall!"

"You've been a rivermaker for fifty years, and no one knows this river better than you! Whether our Lankao County can survive this time depends on your old age."

Liu Si is really in a hurry, and the upstream must be silted.

Maybe it's silted in Kaifeng Fucheng.

If that's the case, they will definitely find a way to break away the silt, even if they have to take their lives to the river to blow up the silt.

If it does, Lankao will have to deal with a super-flood that has been silted up and strengthened.

A trace of blood flowed from Liu Si's lips, and he looked at the river around him in fear, which was already getting faster and faster with the naked eye.

Old Master Liu can only rely on the prime of life in the same village now: "It's over! It's all over! Lankao County can't hold on!"

……

"How can you not hold on!"

"The county of Lankao of this official is the gateway to the great river!"

"A bigger flood?"

"When I came, this county blew up the river embankment at the downstream county border, and the people of Lankao under the rule of this county are naturally safe."

The county seat of Lankao.

The city is full of people, and only the county government built by the four avenues in the city is the most eye-catching.

Outside the yamen is a scoop of wind and rain, behind the shadow wall, but prostitutes sing songs, sitting around the stove, and stewed tofu with big carp pickles.

Cao Zhisheng, the county magistrate of Lankao County, held a porcelain plate in his left hand, and stirred in the iron pot like a tumbling river with his right hand, picked up a piece of old tofu, blew two breaths and sent it into his mouth.

Then there was a gurgling sound in his mouth, he took a breath, and exhaled another breath, and the hot old tofu became cold.

Then he took a spoon and picked up a small bowl of pickled cabbage, tofu and fish soup, and tasted a few bites slowly.

The fish was untouched.

In the words of Cao Zhixian, this is called borrowing flavor, and eating pickled vegetables and tofu.

Cao Zhisheng, who ate tofu and drank pickled vegetables and fish soup, turned his head to look out of the corridor again.

Several river workers wearing robes and hats, with yellow mud straw sandals at their feet.

"Blow up the embankment."

"Just blow up the section of the river embankment that we have built with the Guide Mansion next door."

"If the water doesn't enter our Lankao, the people can't blame the county. If you can't enter our Kaifeng Mansion, the government will be punished

Not in this county."

"What is the Hongfeng of Laoshizi, the Guide Mansion has been employing workers since the beginning of the year, and I think I can bear it."

Standing in the torrential rain, the yellow mud under their feet has been washed over and over again, but has never been washed clean, the faces of the river workers can't help but show anger.

"County Zun, I'm afraid it's too late to blow up the river embankment now!"

"Besides, even if you dare to blow up the river embankment before the flood peak arrives, it won't flood our Lankao County, but the Defu will be flooded. At that time, we will be fine in Kaifeng Mansion, but if something happens in Guide Mansion, the court will also press on us for the crime of blowing up the river embankment."

As he spoke, several river workers who rushed over from the Yellow River embankment in Sanyi Village knelt on the ground in unison.

The rain slapped over them over and over again.

It's like a few stubborn rocks standing in the big river.

Just wait for the arrival of a bigger flood peak, and these stubborn rocks will also be swept into the turbulent undercurrent.

Cao Zhisheng, who really wanted to continue to eat tofu, drink soup and listen to music, suddenly his eyes were erected, and he smashed on the table with a quick beat, and stood up and looked at the river workers outside the corridor with his face.

"If you say this county, won't it work in Lankao?"

"Someone!"

With Cao Zhisheng's order, a group of errands immediately rushed in out of nowhere.

"Prefectural Honor."

Cao Zhisheng's faction scolded Fang Xuan's appearance, and his eyebrows were cold: "You take people, escort them, go to the downstream river, and blow up the river embankment!"

It seems that his words do not carry enough weight.

Cao Zhisheng continued to reprimand angrily: "If anyone doesn't listen, this county will behead him!"

…………

Pass! Those who don't give it are all cut! Whew!

Shredded pork and rice noodles