Chapter 7: River Control (Seven)

At the end of the day, the words were already a little heavy.

Prince Chai Rong could only nod in his ears.

The war has lasted for more than seventy years, and the once prosperous Tang Dynasty has become a legend. The Khitan savages who were once defeated by any local princes have now become a giant that needs the power of the Great Zhou to withstand with the strength of the whole country. They once once invaded Bianliang and swept half of the Central Plains.

If the Central Plains continues to be in chaos, it is probably not just a few families with wives and children who have been separated. Instead, they will repeat the Five Barbarians' Rebellion again. All Han people will become two-legged sheep, and all carved beams, painted buildings, classics, history, and collections of classics, history, and books will be burned again.

The adoptive father Guo Wei, the Taizu of the Later Han Dynasty, Liu Zhiyuan, and Chang Si, the governor of Zelu, worked hard for half their lives to end this catastrophe. They went as they walked, and as they walked, they gradually forgot their original aspirations. However, they, Zhao Kuangyin and Zheng Ziming, could take over their original aspirations, avoid the wrong detours they had taken, and try to bring the Great Zhou and the entire Central Plains back to the right track!

I, Zhao Kuangyin and Zheng Ziming are still young, and have energy and time. I, Zhao Kuangyin and Zheng Ziming, have a higher starting point than my adoptive father's generation, and the future should be further away than them!

"Go, remember to make the memorial more beautiful tomorrow morning, don't let Wang Xiufeng pick your fault!" Seeing Chai Rong's solemn expression, Guo Wei knew that his words were not in vain today. He gently pressed his shoulder and whispered instructions.

"Yes, Father, my son will definitely live up to your expectations!" Chai Rong nodded vigorously and bowed to say goodbye. The moment he turned around, his back was a bit determined.

The father and son tossed and turned that night, but the next morning, they cheered up and cooperated with each other and fulfilled all the pre-arrangements.

During this period, although he was held up by some old ministers such as Wang Jun, Guo Wei had decided, and since ancient times, he has been a thankless job in managing the river, so others avoided it. So soon, the opponents automatically stopped.

After the court was dispersed, Chai Rong immediately started preparing. He spent some time mobilizing personnel and supplies, and finally left Bianliang on a water and land before the next heavy rain came.

He was anxious to make achievements and block the mouths of some people in the court, so long before he set out, he sent someone to send a letter to his good brother Zheng Ziming, asking him to meet with him in Bozhou. Although Zheng Ziming was in Cangzhou, he was not ignorant of Wang Jun's small actions against him in Bianliang City. Therefore, there was no reason to delay whether it was to help his righteous brother Chai Rong or to protect himself. After receiving the letter, he immediately lit up three thousand elite soldiers, escorted dozens of ships of supplies, and ran all the way along the canal to the destination.

Bozhou, ten days later.

The turbid Yellow River water is like a dragon roaring towards the sky, coming with a whistling sound, rolling the mud and sand all over the sky, rushing away.

The rolling waves slapped the shore vigorously, bringing out one terrifying vortex after another.

Zheng Ziming and Guo Rong are both familiar with this place.

Two years ago, Guo Wei raised an army to seek revenge. The meeting place agreed by various people was Bozhou. At that time, the incoming Cangzhou army, with its neat military appearance, exciting morale, and skillful array cooperation, caused bursts of exclamations from friendly forces. Gao Huaide, Fu Zhaoxu and others also met Zheng Ziming here and became close friends.

Now, the former large schoolyard has completely sunk underwater. The former riverside pier has become the center of a big lake. The high ground where the generals competed, and it was next to the newly formed lake, looking like a monster leaning over to drink water. At the back of the "monster", there is a wooden pavilion full of bird shit, which is the general platform when the revenge army set off.

At the same time, Zheng Ziming and Guo Rong stood together with a wry smile. Looking around, the turbid waves were empty and the water was filled with mist. There was a vast ocean in front, and there was a swamp on the left and right.

Other places in Bozhou City were similar to those under their feet. The raging river water turned all the low-lying areas into lakes. The original city walls and buildings in the city had been soaked by the river. More than 100,000 men and women in the city were drowned by the river, and the remaining more than 70,000 people fled to Jiahe County thirty miles away, across a dry ditch. Together with more than 100,000 other victims who rushed from all over the place, they were hungry like groups of newborn lambs.

Jiahe County was originally just a small place. There were only more than 4,000 households in the county, so how could it accommodate more than 200,000 refugees who suddenly came? Almost in just a few days, the entire county town became a large grocery stall, hotel, inn, temple and temple, alleys, walls and eaves, and alleys, walls and eaves, and were all simple shacks three feet tall. The bustling and noisy streets were covered with shit, urine and garbage. Nine of the ten shops on both sides of the street closed to thank customers. The only one with the door was the brothel. Only a few buckwheat noodles were needed to pull the yellow girl inside. And it could be picked up vigorously. She was short, had spots on her face, and was not docile, so she didn't want to!

"Fortunately, you brought food and pickled whale meat here, otherwise, I would really start a massacre in Jiahe County for my brother!" Thinking of the ugly behavior of taking advantage of the situation in some places in the city, Chai Rong would not get angry. He kicked the pillar of the platform hard and said with gritted teeth.

The river control formula that Zheng Ziming planned for him was indeed a bit feasible, but at the moment, his primary task was not to manage the river, but to try every means to calm people's hearts. Otherwise, no matter how good the strategy was, it would not be implemented. In the end, the two brothers would only make a joke about talking about war on paper.

"There is no need to hurry to kill people. Instead, find a way to let the people evacuate from the city first, and temporarily live in the nearby highlands!" Although Zheng Ziming was much younger than Chai Rong, facing the chaos in front of him, he was far more calm than the other party, smiled and whispered. "As long as all the refugees were withdrawn first, the local illegal people would naturally lose the opportunity to fish in troubled waters. Jiahe County was too closed. If too many people gathered, the excrement and garbage could not be cleaned up in time, and sooner or later, an epidemic would occur!"

"The problem is that those refugees have become frightened birds. They always think that the broken wall in Jiahe County and the dry ditches outside the city can completely separate the water of the Yellow River. So, no matter how I send someone to persuade them, they will not listen at all!" Chai Rong kicked Zhuzi again in annoyance, complaining in a hoarse voice.
Chapter completed!