There is a sound of spring thunder, and the Tianhe water overturns.
Yingtian City did not go straight out of the cold winter and into the scorching heat of midsummer, but instead welcomed the baptism of spring rains as scheduled.
The earth was washed over and over again, taking away the dust and dirt accumulated over the winter.
After the first few heavy rainstorms, the spring rain gradually became lighter, covering the entire Jiangnan like a thin curtain like silk threads.
In order to prevent possible floods on both sides of the Yangtze River, the imperial court once again issued an order, ordering more than 100,000 Beijing officers and soldiers who had left Beijing in winter to transport grain and grass to relieve local snow conditions, to stay in the town as usual to prevent floods from occurring until the Qintian Supervisor confirmed that Hongwu
In twenty-eight years, there will be no floods on both sides of the Yangtze River before returning to Beijing.
In the west city of Yingtian, in an open space near the military camp, two huge altars have been built layer by layer.
The imperial court made a decision last year to hold two kinds of water and land rituals and fasting rituals this year, so as to pray for the late emperor in heaven and the queen of filial piety and kindness, so that he can enjoy endless blessings in heaven. p>
As a result, recently there have been more and more monks and Taoist robes in Yingtian City.
Although the royal family will never publicly admit that this is to tame the two religions, there are prominent figures in the two religions. Each of them can be said to be the king of the mountain, and they have come to Yingtian in person or by sending their own disciples.
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It is to cope with the new trend that the court may promote after the prayer meeting.
"When the prayer meeting is over, you will leave Beijing and go to Henan and Guanzhong for inspection." Zhu Gaochi took away the peanut coat in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it and tilted his head to ask Zhu Yunxi beside him. p>
Zhu Yunxi was staring at the stage not far away in front of him, playing the rhythm in his hands, and glanced at the old man and his father in front of them, the emperor's grandsons, as well as his second uncle who was preparing to leave Beijing to continue his errands, and some of the people in Beijing.
Merit.
He didn't look back, just shook his head and replied: "It's decided like this, take the water transport to Xuzhou Prefecture, turn to Henan Road, along the river to Shuo, all the way to Guanzhong. If possible, I would like to patrol one side again.
Hexi."
Zhu Gaochi's eyes moved slightly, and he calculated the time required for this route, and then looked to the other side, where the stands were composed of the concubines of the palace, the daughters of the Grand Sun Palace, and the ladies of the noble family of Jingxun.
Then he whispered: "If you think about it, you may not be able to come back this year. The concubine and the concubine will probably be pregnant after the Mid-Autumn Festival."
At this time, Zhu Yunxi finally turned his head, looked at Xiaopang, and smiled calmly: "The inspection of Henan and Guanzhong has been planned for a long time, starting from my father, but it has been delayed because of previous matters.
At the same time, it is also indispensable for the imperial court to inspect the Central Plains and the northwest, and it must be done eventually."
Since the Qin and Han Dynasties, and even during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the entire Guanzhong and Henan provinces have been plagued by disasters such as land salinization and groundwater pollution. More importantly, with the further development of Jiangnan, the economic center has become indispensable.
Avoid starting to move south.
But even so, places such as Guanzhong and Henan are still an indispensable and important part of the empire.
The vast land, due to the disappearance of the royal family and the imperial court, once again became the empire's important grain-producing area. And with the Ming Dynasty's construction of Jiubian, the two banks of the former river also assumed the role of supporting Jiubian.<
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If the nine sides are stable, the Ming Dynasty will be stable.
Chaos in Guanzhong, Henan, will lead to danger on all nine sides.
All in all, those ambitious wolves on the grassland that seem to be inexhaustible will ride on horseback, walk on the road traveled by their ancestors, and invade the Central Plains.
Zhu Gaochi thought for a while and felt that he could not find a reason to refute, so he changed his mind and said: "Hexi was not originally included in the plan. Was it added temporarily to find Duke Liang?"
Zhu Yunxi nodded: "I went to see my great-uncle. I also wanted to see if I, the Ming Dynasty, could reproduce the old affairs of the former Tang Anxi Protector."
Zhu Gaochi shrugged and had no comment.
The Ming Dynasty wanted to recreate the Anxi incident of the former Tang Dynasty, but the key was not to the west of Hexi, or to the north of the Nine Borders.
Only from outside Jiubian can we completely defeat the remnants of the Qianyuan Dynasty
By defeating them and shattering their arrogance and ambition, Ming Dynasty would have the possibility and opportunity to reorganize its army, redirect its 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 scream.
Zhu Yunxi and Zhu Gaochi looked at the stage silently at the same time.
The performance seems to be a twelve-step gold medal play from the former Song Dynasty.
Zhu Yunxi silently glanced at the heroes of the Ming Dynasty sitting in front of him, with a slight smile on his face.
It seems that today's drama has an ulterior motive.
"Fei Gu's army could not stay for a long time, so he begged his master to give him twelve gold medals a day. Fei cried angrily and bowed eastward again, saying: 'Ten years of work will be wasted in one day.'"
On the stage, twelve wooden plaques replaced the gold medals, in front of the missionary stage.
That Wu Sheng's face was filled with sadness and tears were streaming down his face.
Zhu Yunxi frowned slightly again. This play should be watched by the civil servants in the court.
Not understanding this, he had to raise his head and look at the sky.
Today is a good day chosen by the Qintian Supervisor. It has been drizzling for most of the month. It cleared up yesterday and the temperature seems to be a little warmer today. It is a good time to set up a stage in the palace to listen to the opera.
"What a mistake!"
On the stage, Wu Sheng, who played Yue Fei, suddenly pointed angrily at the sky. He was filled with sorrow, and almost all his desires were silenced. He roared, and then fell to the ground with his straight back. The emperor banged and the drum beat loudly.<
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Zhu Yunxi raised his eyebrows and said: "I will make arrangements later and let the six departments, three law departments, and five temple departments take a look at this play."
Zhu Gaochi looked sideways at Zhu Yunxi and curled his lips: "I understand."
"Okay!"
In front, the heroes watching the show cheered in unison.
Zhu Yuanzhang sat in the middle, taking a few gold-made Tongbao from the money plate brought by Sun Gouer in a theatrical manner, and threw them in front of the stage.
Afterwards, Zhu Biao and a group of meritorious generals also threw the rewards prepared in the palace towards the stage.
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Lankao is also a county under the jurisdiction of Kaifeng Prefecture in Henan Province in the Ming Dynasty.
In the Spring and Autumn Period, it was called "household" (you), and in the Warring States Period, towns were established. Since then, it has become a place where people gather together.
"Shuowen" explains the word "牖", that is, "牖", which is a cross-window made of wood through the wall. Paragraph note: The cross-window is made of horizontal wood, which is the current window. In the wall, it is called "疖", and in the house, it is called window.<
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It has the meaning of falling doors and windows.
When used in Lankao, this door and window are closed to watch the mother of China, the Yellow River, which has flowed for thousands of years and changed its course countless times.
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Since the Yellow River changed its course in the former Song Dynasty and the former Yuan Dynasty, Lankao has become a dangerous and key place beside Huangkou and the thousands-mile Taihang Embankment.
Eighty miles west of Lankao is Kaifeng, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties.
If the river breaks out in the Henan section, Kaifeng will be destroyed.
The thousands of miles of Taihang Embankment cannot stop the flood peak of this river, which is gradually turning from a mother river into a river of disaster. Dozens of prefectures and counties on both sides of the river, and millions of people, have been accompanied by this river from birth to burial throughout their lives.
Or, after being buried, it was still submerged under the river bed.
Thousands of miles of bruises.
Shiwei March.
The drizzle from the south of the Yangtze River has finally reached its homeland in the Central Plains.
In Jiangnan Wuyi Lane, the needlework in the hands of the girls has arrived in the Central Plains, and it seems that they have traveled through time and space, returning to the prehistoric era of the ancestors of the earth thousands of years ago, and everything was rough.
[It has been running stably for many years, it is comparable to the old version of the book chasing artifact, and is used by old bookworms, huann.]
Heavy rains poured down, streams turned into rivers, mountain ravines turned into rivers, and landslides and mountains collapsed.
Thousands of miles of river, rolling sand, Taihang embankment, swaying in the wind and rain.
Everything has become like ten thousand years ago, when the ancestors of the Central Plains, in that primitive era, had to do everything they could to fight for the smallest possibility for the continuation of their race.
"Old Master Liu!"
"Old Master Liu!"
"I'm afraid it won't work up there, there's more and more mud!"
"Here we are
I’m afraid I can’t hold it anymore.”
"Bah...ah bah..."
"Old Master Liu!"
During the heavy rain, on the high embankment of the rushing river, a man wearing a raincoat was leaning forward against the strong wind, holding up one hand to press the bamboo hat above his head, and walked eastward along the river embankment with his head lowered, raising his head from time to time towards the river.
Shouting all around.
It's just that the rain was too heavy and the wind was too strong, so the sound was blown away as soon as it left my mouth, lost in the wind and rain.
Along the entire river embankment, there are many river workers wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats who live in nearby Sanyi Township (today’s Sanyi Village Township).
At the corner of the river embankment, I saw an old man with gray hair, accompanied by a young man, squatting worriedly on a big stone on the river embankment.
The old man looked anxiously at the river in front of him.
In the past, there was no wind, no waves, and the calm river fed fertile fields thousands of miles away on both sides of the bank.
However, once there is heavy rain in the upper reaches and the flood peaks rise one after another, the river becomes a disaster that destroys homes and families.
The old man looked from the river embankment at his feet to the river embankment on the opposite side.
On the entire river, the yellow dragon rolled wildly, setting off huge waves, and countless undercurrents surged, drawing flowing circles on the river.
Scattered across the entire river, wooden piles whose cross-sections were torn apart by huge forces were connected end to end.
Once sucked by the circle, it will immediately plunge into the rolling river water full of yellow mud, and then resurface dozens, hundreds of meters, or dozens of miles downstream.
Strong winds, heavy rain, huge waves, and floods.
The old man seemed to be a stone monkey, standing firmly on the big stone.
The boy next to him looked nervous, his lips had turned white, and there was fear in his face.
"Grandpa...grandpa...let's go home..."
The old man turned back and looked at the young man with a frown: "Go home? If the river embankment breaks, we will have no home!"
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The boy's face became paler. Although the river had floods every year, this year was obviously different from previous years. Ever since he was born, he had never seen such huge floods.
The thick embankment under your feet seemed to be shaking under the huge waves of yellow sand.
"But...but, Old Fifth Uncle has already taken people to the county seat, and the county master will be here soon with people."
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 back again, stared at his grandson, and wanted to scold him, but finally weakened, sighed, and reached out to pat the bamboo hat on his grandson's head.
"When the others arrive, you can follow them back to the village."
"I will learn from you in the future. Grandpa has been here all his life, farming the land his whole life, and working as a river worker all his life. I hope you guys, you guys, can really subdue this river."<
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The young man didn't understand what the old man meant. When he heard that he could go home, he nodded regardless.
Then he stood up and wanted to find his uncles in the same village so that he could take him home.
When the young man stood up, he saw several people coming towards the river embankment in the west. His face immediately showed joy, he stretched out his hand, lowered his head and shouted to the old man: "Grandpa, it's Uncle Fourth and the others who are coming!"
The old man stood up shakily with his hands on his knees and looked up to the west.
Liu Si searched all the way upstream, and finally saw Old Master Liu and his grandson staring at the river, and hurriedly speeded up and rushed over.
"Old Master Liu, there is a flood peak upstream...upstream...upstream!"
"Hongfeng!"
Old Mr. Liu became anxious, stretched out his hand and slapped Liu Siyi in the face, stared at him and said: "Let's be clear, the flood peak in front of us has just passed, how could another flood peak come so quickly!"
Liu Si glanced at the little grandson beside Mr. Liu, then turned around and called another person in the same village: "Take little Liu Zi home and tell the village that all the preparations are ready!"
That man came back from upstream with Liu Si. When he heard this, he immediately took Xiao Liuzi back to Sanyi Township under the embankment.
Wait until people leave.
Old Mr. Liu's face has also become ugly.
"Is there really another flood coming?"
Liu Si nodded heavily: "I can clearly see that after the flood peak in front of me calmed down, the river level dropped by more than three feet, but the undercurrent became more intense. There must be siltation on top. If the top level doesn't collapse, we will wait until the siltation is removed.
When the flood peaks above break away, we in Lankao will be doomed!"
Old Master Liu's face was already black and gray, and his lips were trembling: "Upstream... The upstream is Kaifeng, how could the levee collapse..."
Liu Si kept looking back at the river where Huanglong was becoming more and more prosperous: "Downstream, Taoyuan Pass in Guide Prefecture, Dingjiakou, and Liujiakou began to send more manpower last month. We are here alone, and Cao Cao has been greedy for months.
He kept calm and sat in the office all day long, not knowing what he was doing! If the river breaks this year, it will break here in Lankao County!"
Liu Si was in a state of confusion at the moment.
Since the beginning of the new year, prefectures and counties on both sides of the river have begun to regularly send additional personnel to guard the embankments and prepare river embankments in case of possible spring floods.
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However, that corrupt official named Cao in Lankao County only took office after the summer last year. He doesn’t understand any nonsense, and he even ignores the river works.
It's obviously the beginning of winter, so we should take advantage of the reduced river water to repair and strengthen the river embankments that we didn't have time to repair last year. Instead, this guy spent the whole day hiding in the county government office, listening to music and watching operas.
If the thousands-mile-long Taihang Embankment of the entire Yellow River breaks this year, it deserves to break in Lankao County!
Old Mr. Liu suddenly fell down on the embankment, splashing with rainwater and covering himself with mud.
Liu Si and others suddenly panicked and hurried forward to help old Mr. Liu up.
"Old Master Liu, you must hold on and not fall!"
"You have been a river worker for fifty years, and no one knows this river better than you! Whether our Lankao County can survive this time depends entirely on your age."
Liu Si is really anxious, the upstream must be blocked.
Maybe it's silt in Kaifeng Fucheng.
If this is the case, they will definitely find a way to break up the siltation. Even if they risk their lives, they will take things to the river to blow up the siltation.
If we really do this, Lankao will have to face a super flood peak that will continue to strengthen through siltation.
A trace of blood flowed from Liu Si's lips, and he looked at the river running around him in horror, which was getting faster and faster.
Now Mr. Liu can only rely on the strong men in the same village: "It's over! It's over! Lankao County can't survive it!"
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"How can I not survive!"
"My Lankao County is the gateway to the great river!"
"A bigger flood peak?"
"Now that we are here, our county will blow up the river embankment at the downstream county boundary. The people of Lankao under our control will naturally be safe."
Lankao County.
Of all the buildings in the city, only the county government building connected by four major avenues in the city is the most eye-catching.
Outside the yamen is a pouring wind and rain, but behind the screen wall, prostitutes are singing, sitting around the stove, stewed with carp, pickles and tofu.
Cao Zhisheng, the magistrate of Lankao County, held a porcelain plate in his left hand and a kuaizi in his right hand, stirring it in an iron pot that was like a rolling river. He picked up a piece of old tofu and blew it into his mouth twice.
Then he made a gurgling sound in his mouth, took in a breath, and exhaled again, and the hot old tofu cooled down.
Then he took a spoon and scooped up a small bowl of pickled vegetables, tofu and fish soup, and took a few bites slowly and carefully.
The fish has never been touched.
In the words of Caozhi County, this is called borrowing the taste, eating pickled vegetables and tofu.
After eating tofu and drinking pickled fish soup, Cao Zhisheng turned his head to look outside the corridor again.
Several river workers wearing raincoats, bamboo hats, and yellow mud straw sandals under their feet.
"Blow up the embankment."
"Let's blow up the river bank downstream where we border Guide Mansion next door."
"If the water does not enter our Lankao, the people will not blame the county. If the water does not enter our Kaifeng mansion, the governor will be punished
Can’t go to this county."
"What a huge flood. Guide Mansion has been working since the beginning of the new year. I think it can withstand it."
Standing in the heavy rain, the yellow mud under their feet has been washed away over and over again, but it has never been washed away. The faces of the river workers can't help but show anger.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's too late to blow up the river embankment now!"
"Furthermore, even if we dare to blow up the river embankment before the flood peak arrives, our Lankao County will not be flooded, but Guide Prefecture will be flooded. By then our Kaifeng Prefecture will be fine, but something will happen to Guide Prefecture.
The court will also pin the charge of blowing up the river embankment on us."
As they spoke, several river workers who came from the embankment of the Yellow River in Sanyi Village knelt on the ground.
The rain washed over their bodies over and over again.
It's like a few stubborn rocks standing in the big river.
Just wait until a bigger flood peak arrives, and these stubborn stones will be swept into the turbulent undercurrent.
Cao Zhisheng, who really wanted to continue eating tofu, drinking soup and listening to music, suddenly raised his eyes, slapped the kuaizi and hit it on the table. Zeng stood up immediately and looked at the river workers outside the corridor.
"What I say in this county will not work in Lankao!"
"Come here!"
Following Cao Zhisheng's order, a group of guards immediately rushed in from nowhere.
"County Honor."
Cao Zhisheng's group scolded Fang Qiu, with serious expressions on his face: "Take the people, escort them, go to the lower reaches of the river and blow up the embankment!"
It seems that he feels that his words are not meaningful enough.
Cao Zhisheng continued angrily: "If anyone doesn't listen, this county will kill him!"
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Monthly tickets! Those who don’t give them will be cut off! Wow!