Daming heir

With the sound of spring thunder, the Tianhe River overturned.

Ying Tiancheng didn't walk out of the cold winter directly into the scorching heat of midsummer, but greeted the baptism of spring rain one after another 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 subsided, covering the whole Jiangnan with a thin curtain like a silk thread.

In order to prevent possible floods on both sides of the Yangtze River, the imperial court once again decreed that more than 28 officers and soldiers of the Beijing Army who left Beijing in winter to transfer grain and grass to relieve the snow in the local area would stay in the town as usual to prevent floods from happening until Qin Tianjian confirmed that Hongwu In [-] years, there will be no floods on both sides of the Yangtze River before returning to Beijing.

In the western city of Yingtian, in an open space near the army camps, two huge altars have been built layer by layer.

The imperial court made a decision last year to hold the Water and Land Ceremony and Zhaijiao Rites this year, so as to pray for the emperor Kao Xiaoci and Empress Xiaoci, so that she can enjoy endless blessings in heaven.

As a result, there have been more and more monk robes and Taoist robes in Yingtian City recently.

Although the royal family will never publicly admit that this is to tame the two religions, but there are leaders and faces in the two religions, each of whom can be said to be a "king of the mountain", and they all personally or sent their own disciples to meet the sky. .

It is to deal with the new trend that the imperial court may promote after the blessing meeting.

Liu Si was really in a hurry, the upstream must have been blocked.

All over the entire river, the wooden piles whose cross section is torn by huge force are connected end to end.

……

"Come on!"

Then he said in a low voice: "Based on this calculation, you may not be able to come back this year. Grandson Concubine and Grandson Concubine, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is time to wait for delivery."

Zhu Yunxi was staring at the stage not far in front of him, playing rhythm with his hands, and glanced at the old man and father in front of them, the grandsons, as well as the old second uncle who was about to leave Beijing to continue his business, and the department in Beijing. meritorious service.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat in the middle, and performed a few gold-cast Tongbao from the money tray Sun Gouer brought, and threw them to the front of the stage.

Since the beginning of the new year, the prefectures and counties on both sides of the river have begun to send more people to guard the dikes as usual, to prepare the river dikes, just to prevent possible spring floods from breaking the dikes.

"A bigger flood peak?"

Since the diversion of the Yellow River in the former Song and Yuan Dynasties, Lankao has become a dangerous and critical place on the bank of Huangkou, a thousand-mile Taihang embankment.

Maybe it was silted up in Kaifeng Fucheng.

Eighty miles to the west of Lankao is Kaifeng, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties.

The old man turned his head again, stared at his grandson, and wanted to reprimand him, but he finally weakened, sighed, and patted the bamboo hat on top of his grandson.

"What kind of Lao Shizi's Hong Feng, Guide Mansion has been hiring workers since the beginning of the new year, so I think it can bear it."

"How could it not last!"

"Grandpa... Grandpa... let's go home..."

"Old Master Liu!"

Once it is sucked by the circle, it will immediately plunge into the river full of yellow mud, and then it will resurface after tens of meters, hundreds of meters, or even tens of miles downstream.

"Xianzun, it may be too late to blow up the embankment now!"

"My Lankao County is the gateway to the Great River!"

Today is a good day selected by Qin Tianjian. It has been hazy and drizzled for more than half a month. Yesterday it cleared up, and today the temperature seems to be warmer. It is just a good time to set up a stage in the palace to listen to the opera.

"Old Master Liu!"

The old man looked anxiously at the big river in front of him.

The old man turned his head, frowned and looked at the young man: "Go home? If this embankment breaks, we will have no home!"

When the young man stood up, he saw a few people rushing over from the west embankment, his face immediately showed joy, he stretched out his hand, lowered his head and shouted to the old man: "Grandpa, it's Fourth Uncle and the others who are here!"

Liu Si nodded heavily: "I can see clearly that after the flood peak in front of us passed smoothly, the river level dropped by more than three feet, but the undercurrent was more. There must be silt on the top. If it does not collapse, wait until the silt is cleared. The flood peak above rushes away, and our Lankao is about to die!"

It has the meaning of falling doors and windows.

If the entire Taihang embankment of the Yellow River collapses this year, it deserves to collapse in Lankao County!

All of them, those wolf ambitions on the grassland that seem to be endless will ride on horseback, walk on the road that their ancestors walked, and invade the Central Plains.

Cao Zhisheng looked like he was berating Fang Qiu, with deep eyebrows and cold eyes: "You take people, escort them, go to the downstream river channel, and blow up the embankment!"

"Blow up the embankment."

The flesh of the fish has not been touched.

"It's coming, and the county blew up the river embankment at the downstream county boundary. The county will rule the people of Lankao, and naturally there will be no danger."

During the torrential rain, on the high embankment of the rushing river, a coir raincoat leaned forward and pressed down against the strong wind, raised one hand to press the bamboo hat on top of the head, and walked east along the embankment with his head down, raising his head from time to time. shouting around.

The old man looked from the embankment under his feet to the embankment on the opposite side.

On the stage, a 12 yuan wooden sign replaced the gold medal, in front of the missionary stage.

But once there is heavy rain upstream, the flood peak will be higher than another, and this river will become a disaster that destroys families.

When it is winter, it is time to take advantage of the reduction of the river water to repair and strengthen the embankment that was not repaired last year, but this guy hides in the county government all day long, listening to music and watching operas.

Just wait for when a bigger flood peak arrives, and these stubborn rocks will also be drawn into the raging undercurrent.

If this is the case, they will definitely find a way to flush out the silt, even if they risk their lives, they will bring things into the river to blow the silt away.

"When the blessing meeting is over, you're going to leave Beijing and go to Henan, Guanzhong and other places to inspect." Zhu Gaochi staggered the peanut coat in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and asked Zhu Yunxi with his head tilted beside him.

In the Wuyi Lane in the south of the Yangtze River, the rain of needles and threads in the hands of the girls, when they arrived in the old place of the Central Plains, it seems that they have traveled through time and space, and returned to the prehistoric era of the ancestors of the earth thousands of years ago. Everything was brutal.

"Shuowen" explained 牖, and it said: 牖, piercing the wall and using wood as the window.Paragraph Note: Those who cross the window are made of wood and straight, which is the window of today.On the wall it is called a window, in the house it is called a window.

Old Master Liu fell down and sat down on the embankment, splashing a splash of rainwater, making his body covered in mud.

Silt thousands of miles.

A few of them were wearing coir raincoats, bamboo hats, and river workers with yellow mud straw sandals under their feet.

"The words in this county don't work in Lankao!"

Strong winds, rainstorms, huge waves, flood peaks.

Zhu Yunxi nodded: "Going to see my uncle and grandpa, I also want to see if I, Ming, can reproduce the old story of the former Tang Anxi Duhu."

Then he took a spoon, filled a small bowl of pickled vegetable tofu fish soup, and tasted a few mouthfuls slowly.

"it is good!"

"Bah... ah bah..."

On the entire river surface, the yellow dragon rolled wildly, setting off huge waves, and countless undercurrents surged, drawing flowing circles on the river surface.

In the words of Caozhi County, this is called borrowing flavors, and the food is pickled vegetables and tofu.

Or, after being buried in the ground, it is still submerged under the riverbed of the big river.

Lankao, a county under the jurisdiction of Kaifeng Prefecture on the Daming River Road.

Old Master Liu's complexion has also become ugly.

After all, the young man was still afraid of the completely changed river in front of him, and only wanted to go home early.

That Wusheng was already full of sorrow, with tears streaming down his chest.

In the front, the heroes who watched the play cheered in unison.

"Is Hong Feng coming again?"

Then there was a gurgling sound in his mouth, he took a breath, and let out another breath, and the hot old tofu became cold.

Zhu Yunxi glanced in front of him silently, and smiled slightly on the faces of the Ming meritorious men who were sitting around the old man.

"I will learn from it in the future. Grandpa has stayed here all his life, planted the land all his life, and worked as a river worker all his life. I just hope that you, you boys, can really subdue this river."

Old Master Liu was anxious, stretched out his hand and slapped Liu Si, staring and said: "Let's make it clear, the flood peak in front of you just passed by, how could another flood peak come over so soon!"

"You have been a river worker for 50 years. No one is more familiar with this river than you! Whether our Lankao County can survive this time depends entirely on your old age."

After eating tofu and drinking pickled vegetable and fish soup, Cao Zhisheng turned his head to look outside the corridor again.

On the stage, there was a shocking sound.

Wait until someone is gone.

Zhu Gaochi squinted at Zhu Yunxi, curled his lips: "Understood."

Lankao County.

Cao Zhisheng, who really wanted to continue eating tofu, drinking soup and listening to music, immediately raised his eyes, slammed his chopsticks on the table, stood up abruptly, and looked straight at the river workers outside the corridor.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, it was called Huzhou (you), and it was established in the Warring States Period. Since then, it has become a place where the common people gather together.

Since the Qin and Han Dynasties, and even the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the entire Guanzhong and Henan provinces have long been plagued by misfortunes from past dynasties, such as land salinization and groundwater pollution.And more importantly, with the further development of Jiangnan, the economic center has inevitably begun to move south.

The rain patted over them over and over again.

In the whole city, only the county government building connected by four avenues in the city is the most eye-catching.

If there is chaos in Guanzhong, Henan, the nine borders will be in danger.

But the old man stood firmly on the boulder like a stone monkey.

Then he stood up, trying to find his uncles in the same village so that he could take him home.

At the corner of the embankment, I saw an elderly man with gray hair, accompanied by a young man, squatting worriedly on a boulder on the embankment.

A trace of blood flowed from Liu Si's lips, and he looked in fear at the river that was running faster and faster as far as the naked eye could see.

But even so, places such as Guanzhong and Henan are still an indispensable and important part of the empire.

"I'm afraid it won't work on the top, there is more and more mud!"

Zhu Gaochi thought for a while, and felt that he couldn't find a reason to refute, so he changed his mouth and said: "Hexi was originally not in the plan, but it was added temporarily to find Duke Liang?"

In the past, there was no wind or waves, and the calm river irrigated and nourished the fertile fields on both sides of the river for thousands of miles.

Zhu Yunxi frowned slightly again, this play should be for court officials to watch.

Along the entire embankment, there are many river workers who live in the nearby Sanyi Township (now Sanyizhai Township) in coir raincoats and bamboo hats.

Liu Si searched all the way from the upper reaches, and finally saw the old master Liu who was leading his grandson staring at the river, so he hurried over quickly.

Outside the yamen is the pouring wind and rain, but behind the screen wall, there are prostitutes singing, sitting around the stove, stewing tofu with big carp and pickled vegetables.

"Fei's lonely army can't stay for a long time, begging for the class teacher. Twelve gold inscriptions will be presented a day. Fei weeps angrily, and bows eastward again, saying: 'Ten years of achievements will be wasted once.'"

"Thieves misunderstood someone!"

The young man didn't understand what the old man meant, and when he heard that he could go home, he nodded regardless.

"When the others come, you follow back to the village."

He didn't look back, just shook his head, and replied: "It's decided like this. Take the water transport to Xuzhou Mansion, turn to the Henan Road, go up the river, and go all the way to Guanzhong. If possible, I would like to visit the Hexi side again." .”

However, that corrupt official surnamed Cao in Lankao County only took office after the summer of last year.

Liu Si and the others panicked immediately, and hurried forward to help Old Master Liu up.

"Old Master Liu!"

As they spoke, several river workers who rushed over from the embankment of the Yellow River in Sanyi Village all knelt down on the ground.

Liu Si kept looking back at the river where Huanglong was getting more and more prosperous: "Taoyuanguan, Dingjiadaokou, and Liujiakou in Guide Prefecture in the lower reaches began to send more people last month. We are here alone, and Cao Corruption has been there for months. Keeping a calm face, sitting high in the yamen all day long, I don’t know what I’m doing! If the river collapses this year, it will collapse here in our Lankao County!”

Unable to understand these, he had no choice but to raise his head and look at the sky.

Under the huge waves of yellow sand, the thick embankment seemed to be shaking.

The old man stood up tremblingly with his hands on his knees, and looked up to the west.

Liu Si glanced at the little grandson next to Old Master Liu, and turned to greet another person in the same village: "Take little Liu back home and tell the village that everything is ready!"

Kaifeng is not (mo) for the Dahe Jue in the Henan section.

Old Master Liu's face was already black and gray, and his lips were trembling constantly: "Upstream...upstream is Kaifeng, how could the embankment collapse..."

The drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River finally reached the old place of the Central Plains.

Heavy rains poured down, streams became rivers, mountains turned into rivers, landslides and mountains cracked.

Thousands of miles of rivers, rolling mud and sand, Taihang embankment, precarious.

"Master Liu, you have to hold on and not fall!"

"Furthermore, even if we dare to blow up the embankment before the flood peak arrives and our Lankao County cannot be flooded, Guide Mansion will be flooded. By then, we will be fine in Kaifeng Mansion, but if something happens to Guide Mansion, The charge of blowing up the embankment, the imperial court will also press us."

It seems to be performing the Twelve Gold Medal Dramas of the former Song Dynasty.

That man followed Liu Si back from the upper reaches, and when he heard this, he immediately took little Liu Zi back to Sanyi Township under the embankment.

Old Master Liu can only rely on the middle-aged man in the same village: "It's over! It's over! Lankao County can't survive it!"

"If the water doesn't flow into our Lankao, the people won't blame the county. If the water doesn't flow into our Kaifeng mansion, the government officials won't be able to punish the county."

"But... But, Old Fifth Uncle has brought people to the county seat, and the county master will bring people over soon."

At this time, Zhu Yunxi finally turned his head, looked at Xiaopang, and smiled calmly: "The inspection of Henan and Guanzhong was originally done a long time ago, starting with my father, but it was only because of the previous things that have been delayed. At the same time, it is also indispensable for the imperial court to inspect the Central Plains and the Northwest, and it will be a trip after all."

"Old Master Liu, upstream... upstream... there is a flood peak upstream!"

On the stage, Wu Sheng, who played Yue Fei, suddenly pointed at the sky angrily. He was so sad that he almost lost his desire and thoughts. He let out a roar, and then fell to the ground with his back straight.

Zhu Gaochi shrugged, noncommittal.

The thousands of miles of Taihang embankment can't stop this flood peak that gradually turns from a mother river to a disaster river. Dozens of prefectures and counties on both sides of the bank, and millions of people, are accompanied by this big river from birth to burial all their lives.

Following Cao Zhisheng's order, a group of guards rushed in from nowhere.

The vast land, because of the disappearance of the royal family and the imperial court, has once again become an important food production area for the empire.And with the Ming Dynasty's construction of the Nine Sides, the two banks of the old river also assumed the role of supporting the Nine Sides.

It's just that the rain was too heavy and the wind was too dense, and the voice was blown away when it left the mouth, and wasted in the wind and rain.

It's like a few stubborn stones standing in the big river.

If this is really done, Lankao will have to face a super flood peak that has been silted up and strengthened.

"I'm afraid we can't hold on here."

The young man's face turned paler and paler. Although this river has floods every year, this year is obviously different from previous years. Since his birth, he has never seen such a large flood.

It seems that today's play has an ulterior motive.

……

Only by completely defeating the remnants of the former Yuan Dynasty outside the Nine Sides, convincing them, and smashing their arrogance and ambition, can the Ming Dynasty have the possibility and opportunity to reorganize the army and horses, transfer the military deployment in the north and northwest, and bring the power of the empire to the ground. Delivery to the west of Hexi.

Zhu Gaochi's eyes moved slightly, and he calculated the time it would take to take this route, and then looked to the other side, the stand composed of the concubines in the palace, the female relatives of the Taisun's mansion, and the female relatives of the noble family in Jingxun.

"County Honor."

Liu Si's heart was in a mess at the moment.

But in Lankao, the doors and windows are closed to watch over the mother of China, the Yellow River, which has been flowing for thousands of years and diverted countless times.

Zhu Yunxi and Zhu Gaochi looked at the stage silently at the same time.

"Hong Feng!"

If the nine sides are stable, then the Great Ming will be stable.

Standing in the torrential rain, the yellow mud under their feet had been washed away again and again, but the river workers who had never been washed away could not help showing anger on their faces.

Cao Zhisheng, magistrate of Lankao County, held a porcelain plate in his left hand, and stirred chopsticks in his right hand in the iron pot like a tumbling river. He picked up a piece of old tofu and blew twice into his mouth.

Daming wants to reproduce the Anxi events of the former Tang Dynasty, but the key is not to be west of Hexi, or outside the Nine Frontiers.

"Just blow up the downstream, the section of the river embankment where we border the Guide Mansion next door."

Zhu Yunxi raised his brows: "Let's make arrangements later, let the Six Departments, the Three Legal Departments, and the Departments of the Five Temples take a look at this play."

The young man beside him looked tense, his lips were already pale, and his pupils were full of fear.

Shiwei March.

Everything has become like ten thousand years ago, the ancestors of the Central Plains, for the continuation of the race in the wild, needed to do everything possible to fight for the smallest possibility.

Afterwards, Zhu Biao and a group of meritorious generals also threw the reward money prepared in the palace to the stage.

It seems that I feel that my words are not enough.

Cao Zhisheng continued to reprimand: "If anyone doesn't listen, the county will kill him!"

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monthly pass!Those who don't give will be cut off!Woohoo!

I would like to use this chapter and the following plots to commemorate and remember the ancestors who have selflessly dedicated to the peace of the Central Plains throughout the ages!