Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 748 Water Conservancy Project

Chapter 748 Water Conservancy Project (2)
The third aunt is pregnant, which is a happy event for the Mo family, and as a niece, she has to show it well.

Grandma was very happy, but she was afraid that the servants would not serve her wholeheartedly. It has been rainy recently, so she no longer mentioned the matter of leaving the capital.

"Your grandma said yesterday that the only thing you can't worry about is your eldest brother."

After Mrs. Zhu's death, the rumors never ceased. The common people like to gossip the most after dinner and tea. In words, it was rumored that Mo Qingyun had a deep affection and did not get married to keep filial piety for his cuckolded Mrs. Zhu.

"People's rumors can't be true, and we can't stop other people's mouths."

Mo Yan rubbed her forehead with a headache, something happened, there are traces to follow, and there is no way to cover everything up.

Zhu's red apricot cheated, and there were more than one insider, so the Mo family had to choose to expose their family ugliness.

Having said that, but as Mo Qingyun's grandson, the marriage cannot be delayed forever. If he is not willing, his grandparents must be strong.

Mo Qingyun who was forced to get married was very distressed, he didn't want to get married yet, the 36 plan was the best, and it would be better if he could get an errand to the border.

It has been raining for several days in a row. The farmers are very worried about such rainy days. They wait by the side of the field day and night, dig water canals, and use wooden basins to scoop out water to prevent the seedlings from being soaked.

A few days later, an expedited copy from the southwest was sent to Kyoto.

Some time ago, it had been rainy for several days, and the Jinsha River in the southwest burst its embankment. The houses of the people on both sides of the bank were destroyed, and countless fertile fields were flooded.

Due to the proper preventive measures of the local parents and officials, the people were evacuated in advance, and there were no casualties. However, the people affected by the disaster were displaced and are currently living in the sheds they built.

The Jinsha River runs through the entire southwest. It is the mother river for drinking water for the people in the southwest. It has been rainy for many years and always breaks its embankment. The imperial court once sent officials from the Ministry of Industry to control the flood, and invested a lot of money, but with little effect.

In the morning, all the officials were discussing the issue of the Jinsha River.

Just two years ago, a large amount of silver was invested, but the result was a tofu project, and the money was corrupted by officials.

The officials at that time had already been purged and sent to prison for the muddled account left by Wanqi Yufeng, so they had to start from now on to rectify the flood in the southwest.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Lu is in charge of the Southwest, and there is an unshirkable responsibility for this flood."

Given the opportunity, Ye Xiang immediately began to attack Mo Zhongchen. Mo Yan's uncle Lu Zhi was serving as a feudal official in the southwest, which was a good opportunity for him to take advantage of the loophole.

"Ye Xiang, what do you mean?"

In the past, the central government sent people to clean up the Jinsha River, and never let local officials interfere. It would be biased to place the responsibility on Lu Zhi.

"Mo Xiang, I know that Lu Zhi is your relative, but you can't be so partial!"

Ye Xiang stroked his beard and smiled inwardly. Mo Zhongchen's troubles were difficult to find because he was sleepy and had a pillow.

The killing of Mrs. Zhu, which happened earlier, made the people of Kyoto see a joke that was even more exciting than the troupe.

"Ye Xiang means that Lu Zhi did not stop the rain in time, so he is guilty?"

Mo Zhongchen's face was honest and honest, and he seemed to speak righteously. For a moment, Ye Xiang was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

Indeed, man-made disasters can be controlled, but natural disasters cannot.

Now is not the time to play lip service with Mo Zhongchen, the important thing is how to deal with the flood.

Last year was a good year, and it was a good year. This year, we will face disaster relief. The government and China need to spend a lot of money to manage the Jinsha River.

The flames of war are raging, the treasury is empty, and God does not give his power, which makes the people suffer. All the officials sighed and expressed their worries.

"Your Majesty, this year is not good, and I'm afraid it's hard to control prices."

There is no harvest along the Jinsha River in the southwest, and the people are living in silver for food, clothing, housing and transportation. Kyoto has also been raining continuously in recent days. If it does not clear up tomorrow, it will also cause a reduction in production.

In Da Viet one or two years ago, when food prices soared, the people sold their houses, land, houses and women, and the people were in dire straits.

Floods frequently occur in the south, mainly because there are many rivers in the south and water shortage in the north.

To control the price of food, unless there are sufficient reserves in the court, otherwise there will be less food and more people who need it, and those with higher prices will inevitably get it.

It is not easy to gather enough military supplies, and the flood in the southwest is a blow to Dai Viet.

When Wanqi Yuling first came to the throne, she faced all the troublesome problems.

The civil and military officials were not in the mood to make noise, and the depressed officials even cried bitterly in the morning, feeling more and more hopeless.

"emperor……"

Ye Xiang wanted to mention the former emperor's governance of the Jinsha River, but he swallowed the words. That man was just a bastard, and it was too embarrassing to say it.

A group of people from the Ministry of Industry hung their heads and looked downcast. They finally proposed the plan to control the Jinsha River.

Can the ancestors of the Wanqi family solve the problems that they have not solved?
"Sun Aiqing, do you have an opinion?"

Wan Teng Yuling remained calm, seeing the courtiers' small movements, the air-conditioning around her body became heavier, and a group of wine bags and rice bags knew how to flatter their horses, and they all withered at critical moments.

Sun Shilang of the Ministry of Industry used to be a county magistrate in the southwest, and he is one of the people who is most familiar with the local terrain, so he frowns tightly.

A few words can't express the seriousness of the matter at all. The houses and fertile fields on both sides of the strait have been destroyed. Perhaps this year, there will be no harvest in the Southwest.

It was summer, and after the flood, the plague might be prevalent, and the lives of the people would be even more difficult.

"Your Majesty, I have to carefully consider the Jinsha River case. The current plan is to organize people to rescue the disaster."

The people are the foundation of the country, and only timely disaster relief can stabilize the hearts of the people. Food, grass, medicinal materials, and cloth are essential.

If the military supplies transported to Fuyang are transported to the southwest, it will be enough to solve the urgent need, but the attack on Wu must be released.

Hundreds of officials were chattering, they had different views on Da Wu, and they were noisy, more lively than the market.

Seeing that everyone couldn't explain why, Wan Qi Yuling retreated decisively. He didn't summon anyone, but sat alone in the imperial study and meditated.

Right now is an excellent opportunity to train people. It is a dilemma to choose whether to find another way. It is a pity that the prince Mingche is still too young. A little baby of more than two years old can understand the big principles.

At the same time, Mo Yan who was in the harem also learned the news. What she received was a letter from her cousin Lu Rong, which said in more detail.

In the southwest flood, refugees in ragged clothes can be seen everywhere. The current price of food in the southwest is soaring, and it has become uncontrollable.

The disaster victims were looking for work in the market, and the lazy ones began to sell their children and daughters. Ji Baozhu went out to drink tea and came back, and found a five or six-year-old girl hiding in the carriage.

The little girl's parents wanted to sell her to a brothel, because the brothel gave her two taels of silver, and if she was sold to a rich family, it would only be one tael.

(End of this chapter)

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