The Yellow River carries rolling sediments down from the Loess Plateau. From Sanmenxia to the east, the water is gentle. After entering the North China Plain in the Kaifeng area, due to the flatter terrain and sediment deposition, the river bed becomes silted up and higher. Under natural circumstances, the river water
It will naturally overflow the river bed and spread to lower places in all directions. The latest chapter of the Holy Church
However, in order to protect their homes, people continue to build levees on both sides of the river to restrict the river water within its inherent river channel, which makes the sedimentation more serious. The river surface is constantly raised, and the levees have to be built higher. Looking from a distance
, like an earth dragon that does not care about the sky or the earth, so it is called "Xuanhe".
This situation starts from Shanghu, 200 miles northeast of Kaifeng, and becomes more serious as you go east. After passing Tongcheng, the height of the river almost offsets the difference in terrain between the east and west, and the water flow almost stagnates. Further east, the river
The silt pad is getting higher and higher, and the water flow no longer flows eastward, but divides into several streams in Taizhou, each seeking low places, harming the people of the five states.
Zhao Zongji and Chen Ke, leading two thousand forbidden troops, spent a month measuring the 200-mile river drop from Shanghu to Liuta Town to Tongcheng Town in Yunzhou - and sure enough, the lower reaches were ten feet higher than the upper reaches!
At the same time, Chen Ke also used the vertical pole method to measure the height of each section of the river bed, and used the Pythagorean theorem to calculate the relative height of each section of the river embankment. On the first day of April, he returned to Bianjing.
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A few days ago, Bianjing City began to rain continuously. Several rows of willows on the banks of the Hulong River were swaying in the rain. Dozens of flying bridges on the Bian River, Cai River, Wuzhang River, and Jinshui River were looming in the rain; in the palace
The towering palace towers look even more mysterious in the rain...
The official summoned Zhao Zongji immediately, while Chen Ke was waiting outside the imperial gate. He sat under the eaves to take shelter from the rain, and after a while, he snored from exhaustion.
Until someone pushed him, Chen Kezai suddenly opened his eyes and saw an excited Zhao Zongji standing in the rain without an umbrella.
"It's done?"
"It's done!" Zhao Zongji nodded vigorously and said: "The officials have issued an order to the Zhengshitang, and Shanghukou will stop closing the dragon!" He said and stretched out his hand.
"Huh..." Chen Ke held his hand, stood up from the ground, and breathed a long sigh of relief: "The merits are complete, go home and sleep!"
"We agreed to invite you to Fan Tower."
"Let's wait another day. I'm so sleepy." Chen Ke waved his hand, held an oil-paper umbrella, and walked home.
He was so tired that he fell asleep when he got home, only to be disturbed by the noise at noon the next day.
"What's the fuss about?" he shouted impatiently.
"Sanlang, get up." Song Duanping opened the door and said angrily: "Last night, the Shanghukou embankment burst!"
"What?" Chen Ke suddenly lost his sleepiness: "That's nonsense, the decree has been issued!"
"The decree is still a step too late..." Zhao Zongji, with red eyes, appeared at the door.
"Fart!" Chen Ke sat up suddenly and said: "For such a huge event, can we just merge the dragons without waiting for the decree?"
"The officials are furious and have sent my father and Mr. Wen to Puyang to deal with it!"
"Let Wen Yanbo go!" Chen Ke said angrily: "I think if we force the dragon to join forces this time, he will probably be causing trouble behind it!"
"No, Mr. Wen couldn't possibly know the consequences and still insist on doing it." Zhao Zongji shook his head.
"That's not necessarily the case!" Chen Ke spat out a few words angrily, fell down on the bed, pulled the quilt over his head and said: "Ignore it, forget it, you old Zhao family have nothing to do with it, go to sleep!"
"Alas..." Zhao Zongji was also full of frustration. He was thinking of discussing a countermeasure with Chen Ke, but looking at this posture, he had no choice at all.
Song Duanping pulled his sleeve and said, "You should go back and rest. When things have reached this point, you can't interfere with them anymore. Just wait and see what happens."
"Yes." Zhao Zongji nodded. There is nothing wrong with what he said. From now on, they'd better keep their mouths shut and stand aside...
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Niutoushan, fifteen miles west of Shanghutun in Chanzhou, has turned into a peninsula. The entire east side is already filled with water, completely submerging the Shanghutun River...
Yesterday afternoon, under the command of the river control officials, the Shanghu breach was forcibly closed. At first, everything was normal in the church. The excess water was taken away by the Liuta River. The Yellow River flows eastward according to people's restrictions.
However, only a few hours later, when the sky had just turned dark, the river suddenly surged and was uncontrollable. The rolling flood rolled back. Not long after Shanghu closed the dragon, not even the migrant workers and soldiers had time to withdraw from the embankment.
It collapsed again, and thousands of lives and countless supplies were swallowed up by the flood in the blink of an eye.
When Zhao Yunbi and Wen Yanbo arrived, they could only overlook the Niutou Mountain.
Zhao Yunbi looked at Wen Yanbo, who was ashen-faced, and then at the water minister who was generally silent. He stretched and said, "I'm getting older, and I can't bear the pain of traveling all night. Xiao Wang will go and stare for a while, and I'll leave this to my husband."
Wen Yanbo cupped his fists and saluted gratefully. This was the Beihai County Prince giving himself a chance to deal with the aftermath.
As soon as Zhao Yunbi left, he went straight back to his tent without even looking at the water ministers.
Several water ministers all looked at the Prime Minister, and they all promoted Li Zhongchang, the director of rivers and canals. The meaning is obvious. You are the initiator and commander-in-chief. At this time, you naturally have to go in first to vent your anger on the Prime Minister.
Li Zhongchang knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't say anything and went into the tent dejectedly.
Wen Yanbo was seen sitting on a folding stool with his eyes slightly closed.
Li Zhongchang bowed to the end, but Wen Yanbo seemed not to notice and ignored him.
"I'm sorry, sir." Li Zhongchang said in a hoarse voice.
Wen Yanbo still had his eyes slightly closed, and there was no expression on his thin and angular face.
"I am not a Jinshi. I became an official by virtue of my kindness. If it were not for my husband's appreciation and promotion, I would never be where I am today. Over the past year or so, my husband has withstood much pressure to support me. My subordinates know it very well and are full of thoughts.
I want to repay my husband for his kindness." Li Zhongchang shed two tears as he said: "We rushed the construction deadline and deliberately avoided accepting the imperial edict. We really want to speak with facts and silence those who doubted it."
Wen Yanbo slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with coldness and strangeness, but he still did not speak.
Li Zhongchang took off the black gauze on his head, put his hands in front of him, and said with a cry: "This future was given to me by my husband, and I will give it back to him now. I will bear all the sins, even if it means beheading, I will do it."
I admit it, and I will never involve my husband!"
This sentence made Wen Yanbo frown slightly and he stretched out his hand.
Li Zhongchang hurriedly handed the black yarn forward, but unexpectedly he passed it. With a 'pop' sound, Wen Yanbo slapped him hard on the face!
Li Zhongchang was stunned. He covered his burning cheeks and looked at Wen Yanbo in horror.
"Lawless!" Wen Yanbo's voice was low, full of resentment and pain: "How dare you hide such a big thing from me, how dare you refuse to accept the imperial edict, and actually want to cook the rice raw! Do you know how much water the court has?
Deep, it doesn’t involve me! Who in the world doesn’t know that you are mine!”
"I don't want to hide it from my husband; I don't even want to be sorry for my husband... It's just..." Li Zhongchang said with a tearful voice: "Since we were sent to work on the river last year, we have been working hard on the embankment during the cold and summer seasons.
For more than a year, I didn’t even go home for the Chinese New Year. I worked hard and worked day and night, and finally there was only the last step left, and it was done... We just couldn’t accept it being stopped like this!”
"That's it!" Wen Yanbo said sadly: "In the final analysis, I still think, I can't be sorry for myself!" He said with a long sigh: "How can I not be lucky? If I had told you to stop working earlier, how could you have done it?
Like today..."
"Ms. sir..." Li Zhongchang raised his head.
"..." Wen Yanbo raised his hand and said in a calm voice: "Now, it's too late to say anything. It's not easy for you. Go back and have a good rest."
"Ms. sir..." Li Zhongchang looked at him eagerly and asked, "Will we be exiled?" Officials in the Song Dynasty did not worry about their own death, but in this world, there are punishments more painful than death... Exiled to a barbaric land
It's a kind of.
"Didn't you receive the imperial edict?" Wen Yanbo said expressionlessly: "Bite tight and don't let go. Leave other matters to me."
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Returning to the city of Kaifeng, he handed over several water ministers to the custody of the judicial department, and Wen Yanbo entered the palace to meet the emperor. Unexpectedly, the officials only let Zhao Yunbi in, saying that he was busy with official duties, so he should go back to work quickly.
Wen Yanbo's face turned a little pale. Zhao Yunbi looked at him comfortingly and said, "My lord, please go back and I will speak for you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wen Yanbo bowed deeply, and after Zhao Yunbi entered the palace gate, he dragged his heavy steps back to the East Government Hall.
In the political hall, another prime minister, Fu Bi, saw that he was back and asked someone to bring a bowl of hot ginger soup to warm up Wen Yanbo. Then he motioned to left and right to leave.
Wen Yanbo drank a bowl of hot ginger soup, but he still felt cold all over his body. If there was such a basket, Jia Changchao would not need to open fire, and the officials of the Yushitai and Zhijianyuan would not let them go. It is estimated that they would not let them go.
Tomorrow morning, memorials demanding severe punishment for the relevant personnel will come like a snowflake.
Fu Bi was also extremely depressed. He spent a lot of effort and tried his best to fight against everyone's opinions. He even offended the prince, the queen, and his old friend Ouyang Xiu. He also had a bad reputation of being stubborn and seeking fame, but he got this result.
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But who can you blame?
Just when Fu Bi was filled with annoyance, Wen Yanbo raised his head and said: "Brother Yan Guo, let's get through the difficulties together!"
"Of course." Fu Bi nodded and said with a complex expression, "I regret not listening to Uncle Ouyang Yong's words."
"You go find Uncle Ouyang Yong now." Wen Yanbo said sternly: "Tell him not to fire. As long as he can stay silent, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"That's okay. He is a gentleman and will not add insult to injury."
