Zheng Ruozeng had just stepped up from the earthen embankment to the lattice embankment when he heard an earth-shattering loud noise behind him.

He subconsciously looked back, only to see that the embankment was a few feet high, collapsing rapidly like boiling soup and pouring snow, and in a blink of an eye, it tore open a mouth that was a few feet wide.

And the breach is still expanding dramatically.

A dark, dreary, foaming flood rushed through the breach. But he was bound by the embankments on both sides, and he couldn't spread to both sides, so he had to pour all his strength angrily into the remote embankment on the front!

There was another loud bang, and the flood containing infinite strength slapped firmly on the remote embankment!

The embankment made of rubble and concrete, but it did not move in the huge waves, and it was unscathed!

Zheng Ruozeng resumed his breathing at this time, and he found that both of his legs were weak, and he was trembling involuntarily.

was almost carried by his son across the embankment, came to the remote embankment, and joined Pan Jitao and Zhao Hao's father and son.

Behind them was under the remote embankment.

Countless torches struggled tenaciously in the rain, the people wore hats and robes, and more people were shirtless, looking nervous and waiting there.

Behind them, bags of sand and gravel have been loaded, ready to repair this last line of defense—it has only been half a month since the start of construction, and the moon embankment outside the remote embankment has not yet had time to be repaired.

The people raised their heads and watched the reaction of the old man and others on the embankment for a moment.

Zhao Shouzheng and the others on the embankment lowered their heads and stared at the stone embankment under their feet.

Every wave impact is like a pat on their hearts. Let everyone's hearts rise to their throats and eyes together.

When the waves passed and the embankment was safe and sound, everyone's hanging hearts were relieved......

This strange same frequency made Zhao Gongzi finally understand what it means to 'breathe together and share a common fate'.

Fortunately, the flood peak came fiercely and went quickly.

An hour later, the fierce tide gradually calmed down.

In just one hour, the outer earthen embankment had been broken through a huge gap of thirty feet.

And Zhao Hao's concrete embankment under their feet is still immovable!

Even those longitudinal embankments are unharmed!

"Concrete, terrifying!" Pan Ji tamed a long sigh of relief, and said to Zhao Shouzheng: "Just look at Nanshan Temple, Sanjiangkou and Longwang Temple, as long as those three places are okay, the whole county should be defended." ”

The embankment of the rest of the river section is basically the same as the direction of the water flow, so naturally it will not be affected much, even if the remote embankment has not been built, there is no big problem.

Within half an hour, there were reports from those three dangerous sections, without exception, all of them were the collapse of the earthen embankment, and the stone embankment was intact!

Zhao Erye breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around and raised his arms and shouted, "We succeeded!" ”

Hearing the voice of the eldest master, the nervous people immediately burst into cheers of relief, as if they had already won the victory against the flood.

Pan Jitao was also happy like a child, holding Zhao Hao's hand, shaking it vigorously, and was speechless with excitement.

Zhao Gongzi felt that he was about to fall apart. I could vaguely hear Lao Pan say vaguely: "Okay, merit...... Immeasurable...... Yellow ...... Hopefully......"

Zhao Hao smiled bitterly: "Zhongcheng, don't be happy too early, wait until the end of the entire flood season to reach a conclusion." ”

"You kid, why are you more careful than Lao Tzu?" Pan Ji tamed him and said: "For half a month, the old man has observed the changes in concrete every day, and the thing is getting harder and harder, and the taste is ...... Well, it's getting stronger and stronger! ”

"Haha, that's good." Zhao Hao smiled: "By the way, I have made a new formula cement, do you want to try it?" Is it also a celebration of the first victory? ”

"Yes, yes!" Pan Jitao was overjoyed at first, and then glared at him fiercely and said, "Get out!" What kind of celebration is this?! ”

Zhao Gongzi laughed loudly, only to feel that this duplicitous arrogant old man was very cute even when he ate soil.

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Every year during the hurricane season, Governor Yingtian will move to Suzhou to prevent wind and floods.

Yingtian Xunfu Xingtai is located in the center of Suzhou City, within the jurisdiction of Wu County. Originally, it was the location of Heshan Academy, and later the governor of Yingtian began to reside in Suzhou, so the academy was changed to a government office.

In front of the eight-character wall of the Yamen, there is a three-zhang high flagpole with a bucket, and the blue background and gold banner of 'Prime Minister, Grain Reserve, Admiral, Military Affairs and Governor Yingtian and Other Mansions' are hung on it, showing the great authority of the first governor in the world.

The hurricane is ferocious and violent, but it is not as gentle as the rainy season, and it only tosses Kunshan. As soon as the hurricane came, the entire town of Susongchang faced severe flood control pressure.

The taxes of the imperial court look at Jiangnan, and the taxes of Jiangnan look at Su Song.

Therefore, in the list of official titles of the governor of Yingtian, the first is 'Governor Grain Reserve'. Therefore, in July and August, the overriding task of the governor is to prevent floods and ensure the autumn harvest.

Fortunately, the hurricane came and went quickly, and the rain stopped for more than a day, and two days later the water level dropped and the alarm was temporarily lifted.

In the second hall of the stage, the handsome Lin Run Lin Zhongcheng wore a crimson official robe, revealing a snow-white collar inside, and one hand supporting his well-defined cheeks, quietly listening to the report of Cai Guoxi, the prefect of Suzhou.

“…… Fortunately, the hurricane came and went quickly, and the counties were not affected much this time. Cai Guoxi said, glanced at Yang Chenglin, the magistrate of Wu County, who was standing opposite, and silently gave him a pot.

"Only the situation in Wu County is a little more serious, let Yang Zhixian report to Zhongcheng himself."

"Hmm." Lin Run responded, sat up straight and looked at Yang Zhixian.

"Qiyu Zhongcheng, the water rose too rapidly, overflowing the lake embankment, flooding more than 100,000 acres of crops in Xijing Bay, Guangfu Town, and Hushuguan." Yang Chenglin secretly shouted in his heart that he was unlucky, and it was enough for other magistrates to make a report, but he had to face the storm himself.

People say, 'If you don't cultivate in your previous life, the government and county will be the same as Guo', Lao Tzu is afraid that he will do evil in three lives......

After a pause, Yang Chenglin stiffened his head and said: "There are also thousands of acres south of Wangshan and north of Dongshan......

"How much land do you have in Wu County?!" Lin Ruoyu's face sank and said: "200,000 acres were flooded at once?!" ”

"A total of 1 million mu," Yang Zhixian replied in a low voice, "There are still 800,000 mu to ......."

"Isn't two percent enough?!" Lin Zhongcheng's face was frosty, and he shouted: "This is the first hurricane, and you have lost the river embankment, I see that you are tired of wearing your black gauze hat!" ”

Yang Chenglin was so frightened that he quickly knelt down and leaned over, sweating like pulp.

I heard that Lin Zhongcheng is 'like Pan An, and his heart is like Zhang Tang', it seems that the rumors are true.

"Zhong Cheng is angry." Cai Zhifu, who successfully shook the pot, of course pulled a backstabbing man at this time.

"Fortunately, the water recedes quickly, and the 200,000 acres of seedlings will not all be finished. If we hurry up and replant, it shouldn't affect the ...... harvest."

"Hmph." Lin Run snorted coldly, knowing that Cai Guoxi's words made sense, but he was also suspicious of being in harmony.

Now that the summer grain has been harvested, and the seedlings of late rice have just been planted, where can they withstand the destruction of the flood?

However, if you hurry up and replant the seedlings, you can save the loss.

As soon as he thought of this, he let go of poor Yang Zhixian, and asked Cai Zhifu again: "How is the situation in Kunshan?" ”

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