Chapter 7: River Control (Five)

"Your Majesty, the prince is looking for a meeting!" Two eunuchs on duty quickly walked in, attached themselves to Guo Wei's ears, and reported in a low voice.

"Just let him come in directly, what are you asking for?" Guo Wei's stomach was still in his stomach, so he turned his head and shouted in a deep voice. Then, he changed his words quickly, "Please, please invite the prince in and ask the kitchen to get some wine and food. I haven't had a meal with the prince for a long time!"

"Yes!" The eunuchs bowed and hurriedly retreated. Guo Wei himself gathered up his chaotic mind and shook his head with a tragic smile.

No wonder those who are lonely people claim to be lonely people. Nowadays, the old brothers in the past are all intestines, and most of the civil and military officials in the court only care about the one-and-three-point land in front of them. Only the prince is left who can really tell them a few truths and regard themselves as respected by their elders. However, because the prince is not his own biological son, he has not yet been recognized by Wang Jun, Wang Yin and other old ministers. If one day he goes away, the city of Bianliang may be filled with blood again!

No! He shook his head hard, and his heart was filled with pain!

He doesn't want to kill people, especially he doesn't want to attack the old brothers. Even though he knows that some old brothers have no longer had the same heart as him. Over the years, everyone has supported each other and has come to this day. He once fought side by side and blocked each other's arrows and swords. The relationship between life and death for many years should not be easily crushed by power. There should be a better ending between the king and the minister. It should not be that they draw their swords at every turn.

He didn't want to be the second Liu Zhiyuan, and he didn't want his adopted son to be Liu Chengyou. It might not be a good feeling that Liu Zhiyuan was scheming his old brothers before his death. Liu Chengyou would rather take the risk of no one being available and be ruthless in killing all the old ministers of the humerus, which was even more ignorant. If these things are repeated again, Guo Wei raised an army to replace Liu Chengyou, what is the point of avenging his family's blood feud?

The same uneasy life, the same blood flowed into a river, except for changing the surname on the flag from Liu to Guo, there is no difference between the Great Zhou and the Later Han Dynasty.

"Father, are you still worried about the flood? There is no need. My son has already had a practical countermeasure here!" Chai Rong's voice came from the door, accompanied by the breeze and sunshine.

"Oh, my son, you have a way. Sit down and explain it to you!" Guo Wei's spirit was immediately excited, stood up, and couldn't wait to send an invitation.

"My son has seen my father, I wish him good health!" Chai Rong smiled and saluted Guo Wei slowly.

"Ankang, Ankang, you are healthy too!" Guo Wei was clearly very grateful, but he waved his hand angrily, "Get up, don't be too polite. I have told you how many times that we father and son do not need these stupid things."

"What I want to talk about today is state affairs, so I am more serious!" Chai Rong explained with a smile, stepped forward quickly, placed an extremely wide map of leather paper on the imperial desk, and quickly unfolded it.

A long river jumped out on paper. Mengzhou, Huazhou, Chanzhou, Bozhou, Qizhou, Dizhou, Binzhou, all the terrain and landforms along the river and counties and the middle and lower reaches of the river are clearly drawn. In several areas with severe floods, several circles are also drawn with color ink and a large string of small data are marked.

"What is this?" Guo Wei's eyes were immediately attracted by the part that was confined by Caimo, frowned and whispered.

"The flood storage area, or the artificial lake specially excavated with this flood, can be specially excavated. When there is a lot of rain, it can store water and release floods. When there is a drought, it can take water to irrigate nearby fields!" Chai Rong had already done his homework, smiled, and explained with some pride.

Hearing this, Guo Wei's brows frowned even tighter. He pondered for a while and continued to hesitate and asked: "Doesn't that mean that people should make way for the river? The villages that have been washed away by the river will sink forever under the water from now on, and will not see the sunshine?"

"Not all, but at least half of them will be like this! Especially in the areas close to both sides of the Yellow River." Chai Rong quickly put away his smile and responded in a low voice, "But my son thinks that there is no need for the court to compete with the river water at all. What we lack most at the moment is people, not land!"

"This..." Guo Wei's body suddenly stiffened, then his brows stretched and his wry smiled.

The magic is really a magic. I only thought that the Yellow River flooded and swallowed too many fertile land on both sides of the shore. But I forgot that after more than 70 years of war, the people in the Central Plains have long been no more than in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Now there are large areas of unowned wasteland near Bianliang, no one to plant. Why should the court take the risk of repeated breach and compete with the Yellow River for hundreds of thousands of acres of land that have been swallowed by the flood? It is better to stay there and make it completely a lake. As Chai Rong said, water storage is stored when it rains and irrigation is irrigated when it is drought, killing two birds with one stone.

"According to the children's speculation, this flood is caused by heavy rainstorms and the river bank has been disrepaired. On the other hand, it is because there is more and more mud and sand in the upstream river water. It continues to silt downstream. Therefore, the benefits of leaving a few lakes can also be used to deposit mud and sand. The river channel will not be repaired higher and completely repaired in the end!" Knowing that Guo Wei had initially understood his thoughts, Chai Rong pointed a point on the map with his finger and continued to whisper.

At this time, the Yellow River was far from being a hanging river on the ground like later generations. The water surfaces of the middle and lower reaches of the river are lower than the ground, and the water volume is sufficient to drive a huge boat. Therefore, few people noticed that floods are actually closely related to the continuous rise of the river channels in the lower reaches. No one has ever thought about how to reduce the content of silt and sand and prevent problems before they occur.

As the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Guo Wei's vision was undoubtedly much broader than that of ordinary people. However, he could not understand the causal relationship between the amount of silt and sand contained in the river water and floods. However, since artificial lakes can be used to both flood control and drought resistance, in his opinion, the role of sedimentation of silt is a big deal. If so, it is better, and if not, it doesn't matter.

"Also, I look up history. It seems that the Yellow River will be diverted every 100 years. Every time it is diverted, it will cause a major disaster. If the father decides to control the water, I suggest that a river channel should be dug out between Bozhou and Qizhou manually to connect the Yellow River and Ji River! In this way, once a larger flood comes next time, exceeding the water storage capacity of the lakes along the coast, open the river gates and allow part of the Yellow River to flow into the Ji River, and the two channels will enter the sea. In this way, I can ensure that I will not have any worries about the Yellow River breaking the mouth within a hundred years!" After waiting for Guo Wei's reaction speed, Chai Rong clicked the map again and suggested.

"This..." Guo Wei's brows frowned again, and there were two balls of fire burning in his eyes.

There is no worries about the Yellow River breaking its mouth for a hundred years! It can be achieved if you can't unify the nine states during your lifetime, and it will definitely leave a strong mark in history. Your achievements cannot be compared with the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, but your legacy is definitely not inferior to that of Sui Wen and Tang Gao. (Note 1)

However, we have to dig artificial lakes and dig ditches connecting the Yellow River and Ji River. The huge cost is probably far beyond the tax income of the imperial court in recent years. Now, just to provide relief to the victims, the treasury in various places has been emptied. How can we move money and grain to support such a huge project?

Therefore, no matter how good the picture is, it is just a matter of paper talk! The prince is still too young after all, unlike old ministers such as Wang Jun, who knows how to live within his means and do what he can...

Thinking of this, Guo Wei couldn't help but close his eyes, shook his head and sighed, "Oh, Jungui, it's hard for you. Our Great Zhou is now so poor..."

"Father, my son does not need the court to pay any money and food." As if he had expected Guo Wei to be embarrassed about "no rice to be put into a pot", Chai Rong smiled and interrupted loudly, "Before entering the palace, someone taught me the son's eight words, 'For work to provide relief, and land to exchange for money'. If the father was willing to entrust all the matters of governing the river to my son. My son promised that within five years, all the lakes and canals would be completed, and from the beginning to the end, no treasury would be given."
Chapter completed!