Chapter 8 Human Heart (1)

In Qizhou, heavy rainstorms are just beginning to clear.

The yellow river water, with branches and stones that rushed up from somewhere, roared down like boiling. Time and again, slapped the embankment, making a muffled thunder sound. "Room, rumble, rumble...", the sounds were urgent, and the sounds made the river embankment shaking.

Whirlpools of all sizes swept across the edge of the embankment, just like the big mouth of the devil in hell. No matter what falls into it, it will be swallowed away in an instant.

Under such a dangerous situation, no one usually dares to approach the river embankment. Not to mention that if you are not careful, you may slide into the water and be taken to the East China Sea to feed the shrimp soldiers and crab generals under the Dragon King. Even if the person walks steadily and is lucky to not slip, if the river embankment collapses, the fate will be endless.

However, today's situation is a bit special. As soon as the sunlight pierced the obstruction of the dark clouds, more than 30,000 people were strong, pushing a wheelbarrow, carrying shovels, shoulder poles and straw pockets, and pounced towards the river bank. Then, tens of thousands of arms waved together, filled the bags with mud and sand, and pushed the filled bags onto the river bank with a wheelbarrow, and then zipping them one by one. In an instant, the originally shaky river bank grew taller and thicker than half a foot.

"Up...fall...up...fall..."

"Up...fall...up...fall..."

On the muddy dam, a row of strong men shouted in unison, continuing to fill the large sandbags in their hands to the thinnest part of the dam, widening, increasing, and strengthening.

In some places, the river water had already gushed out along the holes drilled out by snakes and rats. Three or five Cangzhou soldiers wearing fiery red robes rushed forward and pressed the water holes with wooden boards. Hundreds of well-trained civilians followed closely, smashing down wooden stakes, tied rope nets, and then piled up solid fortresses with sandbags and stones.

Proficient, professional, and orderly. From Puzhou, Bozhou to Qizhou, hundreds of miles of dangerous situations were eliminated inch by inch. The soldiers and civilians who participated in the river management had long been ordered to refine copper tendons, iron bones and golden eyes. First, a small group of elite soldiers were sent out, standing near the river bank and looking roughly, and then you could determine where the most dangerous place was. Then you raised a flag and blew the copper flute. In a blink of an eye, the problems you could find spread throughout the army.

Next, there is planning, dispatching and on-site command. Although the river water is not an enemy, the ability to manage rivers and rescue is actually similar to leading troops to fight. The commander needs to take the lead in predicting enemy aircraft and leading the army. The soldiers need to be brave and fearless, and to enforce the orders. The soldiers need to work together and work together...

After about one stick of incense, the three-mile long river embankment near the corner was finally reinforced to a width of one meter. The sandbags of all sizes were like tens of thousands of brave soldiers, with their shoulders and arms facing the boiling river. The previously arrogant and domineering Yellow River water was finally defeated in front of the neat sandbags like military formations. Turning around, quit, and running downstream in shame, looking forward to finding a new breakthrough at a certain location downstream and creating greater disasters for the world!

"Huh, I finally blocked it!" Chai Rong dropped the command flag and headed to the carriage that transported straw bags, with his feet facing the sky. "His grandma, if it was like the previous rain, I would probably have to fill the hole directly!"

"It's not your turn to fill the holes, there's Fu Zhao Xuwen. He's fat, and one can support two sandbags!" Zheng Ziming smiled and wiped his face, revealing white teeth from his mouth full of mud.

"Fat, no matter how fat you are, you can be fatter than Zheng Jiedu? Others are getting thinner and thinner, but only you are, the more tired you become fatter and fatter you become!" Fu Zhaowen, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Works, rolled over like a mud ball, leaning against Chai Rong with no dignity, and said with a pout.

"I'm tired and gaining weight for 80 kilograms, but you're tired and losing weight for 80 kilograms. As a result, Zheng is still fatter than Brother Fu's thigh!" Zheng Zimingni squinted his eyes and retorted. "Oh, this person is so angry that he is more than a person!"

"You..." Fu Zhaowen hated others for telling things about him when he was in Bianliang. He immediately raised his fist and wanted to teach Zheng Ziming a lesson. However, looking at the other party's knotted lumps, he couldn't let his hands hurt. He could only hammer the carriage board beside him and whispered: "Bah, I'm a scholar, I won't be as knowledgeable as a soldier. Wait..."

Before he finished speaking, the carriage board was dismantled because of the heavy burden. He threw the three of them into the puddle next to him, rolling all over his body.

"Hahaha, hahahaha..." Zheng Ziming was the first to jump up, pointed at Fu Zhaowen, and laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth. "You said you are fat, you are not happy, how about it? We were both so good at it when we were both, but if you rolled to the side, the car would collapse!"

"No, where is Fu's power? The prince, the prince must have a share!" Fu Zhaowen retorted without any face and had to pull Chai Rong as a cull.

"Okay, okay, it's me, it's me!" Chai Rong's temper and personality were much more cheerful when he just left Bianliang. He nodded and admitted with a smile. Then he stretched out a hand, "Zi Ming, pull me up, oh, I originally wanted to take a break..."

"You are born to work hard!"

"If you work hard, work hard. Anyway, no matter how hard or tired you are, I will take you."

"Okay, who made you the prince? We owe you!"

The three guys were covered in mud. They said, "I said, and I said, and they were unscrupulously quarreling by the puddle. No one could have thought that this was His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the governor of the Qizhen Jiedushi and the Minister of Works.

Not far away, generals such as Pan Mei, Tao Dachun, Li Shuner were even more unruly. In front of tens of thousands of people, they opened the coat made of gauze, picked up the rain from the pit, and flirted directly at their bare shirts.

As the saying goes, what kind of soldiers will be brought. Seeing that Pan Mei and others were exposed, the rest of the Cangzhou soldiers took off their chests and exposed their backs, they also took off their clothes carelessly, used river water and rain water to scrub their bodies. The hard work over the past year has made everyone's skeleton half a circle thicker than when they set out from Cangzhou. Because the food is full of oil and water and the work and rest schedule is properly arranged, everyone's skin, after washing, shines warmly under the sun like brown silk.

"Just brothers, this skin, tsk, tsk, it's amazing! When the Yellow River is cured one day, Your Highness might as well take them back to Bianliang with bare arms. It will definitely make the little girls and babies in Bianliang City look at them so hard that they can't even let go of their eyes!" Fu Zhaowen was humorous in nature, and he made a loud voice.

"That won't work. At that time, will half of the bachelors in Bianliang have to be the enemy of the lonely!"

"Being an enemy means being an enemy. Anyway, the champion Hou Xiaoyong is good at fighting. With him here, who dares to bare his teeth with us?" Fu Zhaowen smiled and said something.

By seniority, he is Chai Rong's uncle and brother-in-law. Therefore, while assisting Chai Rong in governing the river, he was very concerned about the ups and downs in Bianliang City. In the past year, many mysterious things have indeed happened in Bianliang City. He couldn't help but remind Chai Rong from time to time to be wary of it.

With Chai Rong's wisdom, how could he not hear the words in Fu Zhaowen's words? However, at this critical moment, he did not want to spend too much effort on the unnecessary struggles in the court.

Emperor Guo Wei's concubines have not been able to give birth to only half a child for more than a year. So far, no one can threaten his position as crown prince. By managing the Yellow River, Chai Rong's reputation in the court and the country has risen step by step at an unstoppable speed. In addition to Zheng Ziming's arm, young generals such as Zhao Kuangyin, Gao Huaide, Pan Mei, and Tao Dachun have all grown up, and everyone can stand alone if they pull it out...
Chapter completed!