Chapter 7: River Control (I)

"Honey, touch it, he seems to be moving, he seems to be moving!" Chang Wanying was wearing a lake blue silk shirt and lay lazily on a bamboo collapse, her voice as greasy as butter with frosted.

The bamboo collapse was very wide, enough to lie down side by side. But now, only one of her was lying on it. Her husband, the governor of the Qizhou Prefectures and champion Hou Zheng Ziming, stood next to the bamboo collapse like an iron tower, and used a fan to bring the cool breeze to respond while grinning: "Oh, of course, don't look at whose son it is! Look, this fist is really strong. Oh, stop hitting it, you should hit your mother again!"

"She Mei, how do you know that she is not a daughter?" Chang Wanying automatically ignored the second half of the word "to sow discord", and looked gently at the small bulge on her belly, her eyes full of maternal kindness.

"Boy, there is no mistake! If your husband thinks he is the second best in the world, who dares to be the first?" Zheng Ziming was very guilty of Qihuang's way. He immediately took the conversation and added solemnly.

"My husband, I find you are becoming more and more arrogant!"

"This is not called arrogant, it is self-confidence!"

"Gee, gee..."

A low laughter rang around, and the maids turned their heads and covered their mouths to keep their respect as much as possible to the male owner of the mansion.

Fetal movement, the most common fetal movement during pregnancy, has added countless laughter to the Marquis’ Mansion of the Champion of Cangzhou City. The governor of Qizhou has a descendant, and seven out of 100 are a baby boy! His Royal Highness had sent the best Wenpo in Bianliang City, and the governor of Zelu simply sent a total of fifty young and strong servants. Fu Laolang sent two pairs of jade bi with palm fan, Gao Baima gave a golden lock with a fist, plus a hundred good Su silk. Zhao Kuangyin, Gao Huaide and Fu Zhaoxu each sent ten horses and hundreds of cattle and sheep. This child was destined to be cared for by countless people and blessed by thousands of people in his mother's womb.

However, things in the world have always been a matter of good fortune and misfortune. The residence of the Champion Marquis and even the entire Cangzhou have been doing good things since the beginning of spring. But looking at the whole country of Dazhou, you can see countless wisps of sad clouds and mists quickly gathering towards Bianliang.

First of all, just the beginning of spring this year, a land dragon turned over in Xuzhou area. Tens of thousands of houses were destroyed in just a few blink of an eye, causing casualties and injuries to the people.

Secondly, the late spring cold in March caused all the wheat in Bianliang and Chang'an to suffer. Although local officials tried their best to replant, the situation of summer grain owing to be poor is inevitable.

Finally, and the most terrifying thing is the heavy rain. Since April, Guanzhong, Longyou and Luoyang, the heavy rain has never stopped falling. The disrepaired Yellow River embankment has now appeared in many places. Once the tide is broken, it will inevitably lead to refugees.

Fortunately, most of the emperors and officials were from the bottom, familiar with the sufferings of the people, and witnessed the amazing destructive power of refugees. So they ordered government officials at all levels to open warehouses and release grain and resettle the affected people. However, the country that had just been established for more than a year, where did so much food reserves come from? In a blink of an eye, the treasurys in various parts of the Yellow River were seen, while more and more homeless people were increasing, and they were constantly moving closer to the cities around Bianliang.

"Brother, Xiufeng, but if I cut Xiong, Chu, Xiong, and Tai to the Southern Tang Dynasty, can I exchange enough rice for the Great Zhou to survive the next winter!" Faced with the increasingly embarrassing situation, Emperor Guo Wei of the Great Zhou was so worried that he could not sleep at night. After thinking about it, he finally made the most painful decision to ced the land and exchange land for the enemy in the south for the stored grain.

"Your Majesty, please be careful." When the Privy Councilor Wang Jun heard Guo Wei's words, he immediately stood up to persuade him. "Last year, Murong Yanchao colluded with the pseudo-Tang invasion, and the soldiers sacrificed their lives and paid tens of thousands of lives. Only then did they finally defeat the bandits and took the opportunity to push the border to the bank of the Yangtze River. Now, His Majesty sent out all the four states for a few ships of white rice. In this way, where will the heroic souls who died of bloody battles that day be placed? When the soldiers of the three armies heard this news, where will they have morale to fight for the Great Zhou in the future?!"

"Your Majesty, I also think that the idea of ​​exchanging land for grain is inappropriate!" Zheng Renhui's temperament is much calmer than Wang Jun, but the opposition expressed in his words is equally firm. "Although the official warehouses of various prefectures and counties along the river have reached the bottom, Jinzhou, Zelu, Mingzhou and Jizhou have not been affected by floods. The court ordered the mobilization of some money and grain from these places, which is much simpler than praying to the pseudo-Tang Emperor Li Jing. Besides, although the pseudo-Tang Emperor Li Jing is far from being foolish. The more he is at a loss, the more he wishes that my Great Zhou would be hungry and would never give up on the detriment of my Great Zhou just because of the four states!"

"It is better to borrow food from the fake Chu than to seek food from the fake Tang Dynasty. The fake Chu is now in internal and external troubles. If Your Majesty is willing to show his favor to him, he will give him some armor, swords and spears and exchange them for hundreds of ships of white rice." Feng Dao, deputy envoy of the Privy Councilor, has never liked to argue with others. After pondering for a moment, he whispered an alternative.

"It would be better to form an alliance with the pseudo-Chu directly, and then set up a battle with Jiangbei. Let the pseudo-Tang soldiers no longer dare to go deeper into Chu!" Wang Jun did not choke directly with Feng Dao once, but gave the man a glance first, then frowned and added.

For example, in addition to the Great Liao, Northern Han and Great Zhou, there are also many separatist forces entrenched south of the Yangtze River. These separatist forces continue to attack each other, but leave many opportunities for the Great Zhou in Jiangbei to join forces.

"Chen Bing Jiangbei, besieging Wei to save Zhao, this is a good way!" Guo Wei was an emperor at once. He immediately saw that Wang Jun's proposal was indeed feasible. He stood up and asked loudly, "I just don't know if Jing Chu can afford this life-saving fee? Also, who in the court can go to Jing Chu and his party for me?"
Chapter completed!