Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

The flood came suddenly.

No one was prepared and was washed away by the water.

The water passed through and everything was flattened.

There were numerous casualties among humans and animals.

There are countless more missing.

Until now, they still don't know how many people are missing.

Even the trapped people have not been rescued yet.

Because there are really not enough manpower.

"Didn't you seek help from the surrounding area?" Chu Ze asked.

The scribe sighed heavily when he heard this, and replied: "There is no where. We have sent letters, but the surrounding cities have been affected to some extent. Even if they can send people over, how many can they send?" It is not enough at all. "But it's better now. At least the flood has receded." The scribe smiled bitterly.

Only when the water receded could they carry out rescue operations.

Otherwise they wouldn't even be able to get out.

The only thing he can do is to ensure that he is not washed away by the water.

The clerk pointed to Hengyang City, which was still full of water, and showed it to Chu Ze: "Now we have arranged for people to call out those people who can still move."

"Well, have you decided where to place it?" Chu Ze asked.

The scribe thought for a while and said, "Place it nearby."

There are not enough manpower, this is the simplest way.

Chu Ze frowned when he heard this.

But he did not interrupt the scribe.

After he finished speaking, Chu Ze asked: "Then do you know how this flood came from?"

The scribe shook his head.

All he knew was that the water came suddenly.

No one was given time to react at all.

He is also very lucky, otherwise he would be one of the missing people.

"There was no news before?" Chu Ze was confused.

The scribe still shook his head.

He said: "Sir, we are just a scribe. Even if there are rumors about many things, they may not reach our ears."

If it can reach his ears, it is not called wind noise.

That's called news.

And it’s news that many people already know.

Chu Ze stopped talking nonsense.

"That person can't be placed here." Chu Ze said in a serious tone, "You don't know where the water comes from, and you can't guarantee whether there will be floods in the future. If you place people here, what if it happens again? Dashui, what should I do?”

The scribe was startled, this statement... made sense.

"Then let's do it!" The scribe immediately went to make arrangements.

He knew Chu Ze's name and knew that he was capable.

This time he was able to come over, and the scribe's heart immediately relaxed.

At least he wasn't worried about whether he was going to mess up.

Just as the scribe was about to leave, Chu Ze stopped him again: "Wait a minute, you should immediately withdraw as much of the manpower as possible, and we will rearrange manpower for rescue."

Even the resettlement of the victims was a problem, and Chu Ze was very worried about their rescue plan.

Maybe it's just a simple rescue.

Although it is possible to save people, it is difficult to guarantee the follow-up.

No matter how urgent the disaster is, organized rescue must be carried out, otherwise it will only cause chaos.

What's more, he has already made arrangements.

Chu Ze waved to an adult behind him.

The adult understood and turned around to greet the soldiers behind him: "Everyone listen to the order and act according to the plan explained before!"

"Yes!"

The people who had been following Chu Ze immediately dispersed towards the city.

The scribe was still standing where he was.

Seeing these people disperse in an orderly manner, I praised Chu Ze even more in my heart.

Chu Ze looked away and saw that the man was still standing next to him. He couldn't help but frowned and said displeasedly: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you hurry up?" The scribe came to his senses instantly and ran out quickly.

As he ran, he shouted loudly, asking the Hengyang City police officers to withdraw immediately.

Chu Ze looked around.

At this time, only Zhao Si was left beside him.

Li Xing had just walked away.

The most important thing now is to save people.

While rescuing people, you must also prepare backup.

Medicine, food, accommodation, and clean water.

Chu Ze walked straight into the prefect's Yamen, which was already empty.

Not long after, the scribe came back.

Behind him were the entire Hengyang police force.

These officers were covered in dirty muddy water. It was obvious that they had just been swimming in endless muddy water.

Chu Ze did not hesitate and directly ordered: "Show us how many supplies there are in the government office. Who knows the terrain here?"

A police officer stood up and said, "I understand."

"Immediately take people to a slightly higher place and build a disaster relief room as quickly as possible." After Chu Ze finished speaking, he added, "We don't have enough manpower right now, and we don't know how long it will take to mobilize from the outside. So, from the victims, Find some healthy people and let them help cook and prepare medicine..."

Instructions are conveyed clearly and clearly.

Hengyang City, which was a mess before, immediately became orderly.

The flood never came again.

Trapped people are constantly being rescued.

But the flood was too destructive.

Although people were rescued, their homes were destroyed.

Looking at the ground that was almost washed away by the flood, the people couldn't help but wipe their tears.

At this time, an even more ominous news reached Chu Ze's ears.

At that time, Chu Ze was inspecting the post-disaster rescue situation in various places.

The scribe found him.

"Sir, please come here, there is something very important." The clerk's voice was very low, and he looked around cautiously as he spoke, as if he was afraid of being overheard.

Chu Ze glanced at him doubtfully and decided to follow him.

The scribe took Chu Ze to a remote place, and after making sure that no one would eavesdrop, he looked at Chu Ze seriously: "Sir, there is not enough food in the city."

Chu Ze was slightly startled.

He was silent for a moment and asked, "How many are left?"

"Less than three days." The scribe raised three fingers.

"So few." Chu Ze frowned even more.

The scribe nodded and said: "We didn't have much grain in stock in Hengyang City, but more than half of it was washed away later by the water. The reason we can persist until now is because we took away the people's grain." Otherwise, what they have is theirs. If you save some food, you can't hold on even now.

Chu Ze's brows were furrowed.

The scribe looked at him and said, "Sir, you must quickly ask the court for some food, otherwise the people will starve."

How could Chu Ze not know that the people were about to starve?

But the problem now is that there is not enough food in the treasury.

All food in the northwest is imported from outside.

Where is there enough food to help Hengyang City?

How to do?

Chu Ze was worried.

Li Xing came over and said, "Why don't we let them eat wild vegetables? Although wild vegetables are not delicious, it is worse than starving to death."

He crossed his arms and spoke in a relaxed tone, with an indifferent attitude.

The scribe frowned upon hearing this.

But Chu Ze knew that what he said was indeed a method.

But as a last resort, Chu Ze wanted the people to eat wild vegetables.

This will cause commotion among the people.

Moreover, with so many tens of thousands of victims, even if these mountains are gnawed bare, they will not be able to survive for a few days.

If you want to solve this problem, you have to get to the root of it thoroughly.

Chu Ze thought for a while and suddenly had an idea in his mind. (End of chapter)