Mr. Liu talked eloquently and talked about how to cut through the mountains and take the road as if he had experienced that period of history.
He led Shen Nanxun all the way east until he bypassed the artificial river and reached an open area where the rivers met.
There was a bulge above the water, and Shen Nanxun couldn't tell whether it was the original rock or whether it was pushed up manually later.
Mr. Liu introduced it excitedly again, "That's the Feisha Canal we built in the center of the river."
Shen Nanxun had never heard of it. Most of the dams he had seen before were built on both sides of the river and were constantly raised and reinforced to prevent floods from bursting during seasons with abundant water.
Mr. Liu talked about how the canal in the center of the river was built with stones, clay, straw and bamboo cages. He also said that in the middle of the river, there were also long bamboo cages filled with stones at the bottom of the river that could not be seen.
Let’s talk about how the Feisha Canal diverts water so that no matter when the flood season is high, most of the water will flow into the mountain valleys, so as not to cause flooding in the town. During the dry season, a large amount of water will flow into the city, so that the town will have enough water for irrigation.
He also talked about how the bamboo cages on the river bed can help sediment settle, and when the dry season comes, the sand boats can be sent out to salvage the sediment.
The more Shen Nanxun listened, the more he admired him. After hearing Mr. Liu's introduction, he couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Sir, you are a great talent."
Mr. Liu waved his hands repeatedly, "How can such a big project be completed by a single person? There are many people in the country who are experts in water control and embankment construction. The people of Shu have been trapped by floods for many years. The bamboo cages were made by the people who went up the mountain to cut bamboos on their own initiative. Editor, every year during the dry season, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait do the salvage work regardless of pay, rain or shine."
Mr. Liu looked at the farmers walking on the embankment carrying farm tools.
"The poor and the poor do not breed unruly people. They are just too miserable. They also want to live with dignity. As long as there is a little hope of living a good life, they will try their best to seize it."
It's hard for Shen Nanxun to disagree with this. The same is true on the battlefield. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, soldiers will always try their best.
Shen Nanxun couldn't say anything about asking for food. If possible, no farmer would be willing to put more food in his hands. He couldn't let the people go hungry. This was something Shen Nanxun couldn't say.
An idea flashed through Shen Nanxun's mind so fast that he almost couldn't catch it.
"So, Mr. Liu seems to be very knowledgeable about fortifications." Shen Nanxun said.
Mr. Liu waved his hands repeatedly, "I can't call it research, I just read more notes of predecessors."
"There has been a lot of rainfall in Zizhou recently, and the terrain in Zizhou has become much gentler..."
"Zizhou has never had much precipitation, and there aren't many dams." Mr. Liu answered immediately.
Shen Nanxun frowned, feeling nervous inside.
The implication is that once there is too much rainfall in Zizhou, floods cannot be avoided at all costs, and a major disaster will be followed by a major epidemic.
Shen Nanxun had already quickly thought about how he could use a series of things to make a fuss about a serious epidemic after the Zizhou flood, giving the opponent a blow and buying himself time.
But... Shen Nanxun couldn't bear the thought of the innocent people who were hurt or even killed because of this.
The pull in his heart made Shen Nanxun not know how to respond to Master Liu's words.
"Is it still too late to build embankments and consolidate dams?" Shen Nanxun opened his mouth and his voice became rough.
Mr. Liu thought for a moment and shook his head, "Zizhou has no dam. Building the embankment during the flood season will achieve twice the result with half the effort. It is better to quickly ask the people to move to higher places, and then build up rocks and sandbags at lower places to minimize casualties."
The prefect of Zizhou had no personal relationship with Shen Nanxun, but he had a lot of contacts with the prefect of Lizhou. Shen Nanxun, the prefect of Lizhou, was still unfamiliar with him, but there was Mr. Xing, the salt and iron transshipment envoy in Lizhou.
Shen Nanxun thought a lot at that moment. There were so many different hands to do good deeds. It seemed that he would have to go to Lizhou Mansion when he returned.
After walking along the river, the Neijiang River gradually moved away from the mountains and flowed into the open land. Although high dams were built, it was obvious from the cultivated fields close to the dams on both sides that this area had not been flooded for many years. If it were not the case, , farming fields will not be so close to the embankment.
Shen Nanxun looked at the mountains in the distance, somewhat unwilling to give up.
Back in the city, Shen Nanxun still said, "Master Liu has achieved remarkable results in managing the river. I admire him."
Mr. Liu blushed and said, "I don't dare to take it seriously."
"I just don't understand something. I hope Mr. Liu can clarify it."
"The lower official must tell everything he knows."
"The road to Chengdu is very mountainous, but there are many people..."
Mr. Liu was a little annoyed, "Your Majesty, could it be that you have forgotten what the official said this afternoon, the trees on the mountain cannot be moved, as flash floods can kill people."
Shen Nanxun signaled Mr. Liu to be calm and calm, "Isn't there a way not to cut down the tree?"
Mr. Liu pondered for a long time, "Planting fruit trees?"
Shen Nanxun didn't expect this, "It's not a bad idea."
Mr. Liu quickly shook his head and rejected his idea, "The mountains in Shu are mostly rocky mountains. Even the soil is not deep. The bottom is full of rocks, mixed with rocks. It is also very difficult to grow fruit trees."
"Can you plant something between the trees?" Shen Nanxun asked.
Mr. Liu silently thought about the crops that are commonly grown in Shu, "No, there is not much sunlight among the trees. I'm afraid even planting them will be a waste of time."
Shen Nanxun was really unfamiliar with crops and couldn't explain why.
"There is a gentleman here who is very familiar with farming. If Mr. Liu doesn't mind it, let him go and take a look. It would be a good thing if the harvest in Shu can be increased by 10%."
Although he knew why Shen Nanxun was so enthusiastic, Mr. Liu still couldn't refuse. Let alone one-stop, as long as he could support ten or eight more people, Mr. Liu was willing.
Shen Nanxun and Mr. Liu chatted until late at night without taking a break. Instead, they left Fucheng while the night was dark and windy. At dawn, they had almost left the boundary of Chengdu Fulu.
"Write a letter to Madam and ask the Wei family to find a way to get on the line and fund the construction of a separate hospital or provide it."
"The Zhao family is the same. It provides a separate courtyard for beautiful girls to live in, so it must be done with great fanfare."
Lu Shun never asked why, he only followed orders.
Shen Nanxun repaired for a while and continued to Lizhou Road.
Lu Fenghe was already taking the morning meal, his throat was basically healed, and the blisters at the corners of his mouth had disappeared, but there were still some marks.
When Lu Fenghe received the post, she refused it. After some persuasion from Ms. Zhao, she finally agreed.
That night, Cuizhi took Liu Ye'er to match Lu Fenghe's clothes and makeup for the next day. Only then did Xiang Ya'er approach Lu Fenghe and tell her about her little discovery.
"I think this Wei Niao Niao should be the son of the Crown Prince." Xiang Ya'er said.
Lu Fenghe frowned, "Did someone write to you? Or did you see someone?"
Xiang Ya'er shook her head, "I never did. My slave has seen the post earlier. It is said that the post was written by the second girl of the Wei family. How should I put it? My wife's post is slightly different from that of my wife. Wei Niao Niao should be the same as my slave. They are all Mingwei."
Lu Fenghe had never cared about Shen Nanxun's secret guards, so he was very curious after hearing this.
Xiangyaer picked up some things she could tell and talked to Lu Fenghe.
"Most of the slaves grew up in the northwest, but not all of them are from the northwest. There may be people from all over the world, and there are even foreigners."
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