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Chapter 150: The White Water Poison Disaster (Part )

The wooden stake was thirty centimeters in diameter and more than a person's height. Normally, it would take at least two strong men to carry it.

But for Ji Ran, the feeling was probably not much heavier than an ordinary person carrying a rolling pin.

But now, although I can carry it, it is obviously not as easy as normal!
It was not until this moment that Ji Ran realized it while staring at his hands.

My hand wasn't entirely real. It felt a little illusory, or perhaps a little transparent—I wasn't in reality.

Rather, it was the soul or the thought that came to this rainy night.

But because of Jing Luanyi, even a simple thought was extremely solid. At first, apart from feeling a little cold, there was no other feeling, so I didn't notice it.

Ji Ran strode up the mountain without panic. He probably understood his current situation.

This place should be a reincarnation of the resentment and obsession formed by the death of all the people in the city. Ordinary people cannot perceive it, just like when Li Yan came here before, she even slept in the ghost town without any problem.

Once the person who comes has a certain level of Taoism, above level 1, he will be pulled in because of his sharp and powerful spiritual perception.

Therefore, the eldest senior brother of the Renzi Altar should have suffered the same fate as himself, and was captured and forced to serve as a soldier.

A person without a refined mind has a weak consciousness, not much stronger than an ordinary person. When he returned, he had been carrying wooden stakes all night, so Li Yan noticed that his shoulders were covered in bruises.

Ji Ran thought as he walked briskly, quickly passing the young and strong men one by one. There were no less than a thousand people on this road, all transporting various flood relief supplies.

slam-la-

The sound of water became louder and louder, and soon Ji Ran saw the stone-reinforced riverbank in front of him, where there were already several gaps.

The largest one is as wide as the arm span of more than a dozen people!
One by one, the officers were holding wooden stakes and struggling to smash them into the tide! Long brooms were thrown down one after another, blocking the gap with wooden stakes.

"Ok?"

The county magistrate in his official robes saw Ji Ran carrying the wooden stake alone and immediately waved, "That man! Come here!"

boom!
Ji Ran put down the wooden stake and walked over in the mud.

"Go! Take the stake and drive it into the water!"

The county magistrate, with his square face, thick eyebrows, and raised collar, was standing on the front line, commanding a dozen runners and dozens of young men from the village, delivering orders to thousands of people to fight the flood and provide relief.

The human voices mixed in with the roar of the flood, seeming vague and indistinct.

Ji Ran didn't say anything more. He just hugged the wooden stake and jumped into the muddy water that was almost up to his chest!

The cold water carried with it mud and sand, the debris left by the heavy rain. While the gap here wasn't large, the collapsed riverbank not far away also blocked a lot of the water flow.

"Work harder!"

"careful!"

"Turn the broom sideways!"

"Whose kid is this? Get out! We don't need little brats like you here!"

……

Roaring, shouting, the sound of water, heavy rain...

On this rainy night, the men's shadows became an insurmountable wall for the floodwaters! Some younger children jumped down, but were immediately grabbed by the neck by men or officers and pulled back!

Even though Ji Ran knew it was fake, he still held the wooden stake and smashed it into the riverbed at the front!

The officers and peasants worked together for the city behind them! It was like a war! Countless people rushed forward, one after another, to block the cold and crazy torrent.

The county magistrate was standing at the forefront at this moment, standing in the thigh-high flood, shouting hoarsely, and directing those boys to throw down the broom grass continuously!

Wooden stakes are used for diversion and long brooms are used for blocking!
In the end, all the officers and young men, including the county magistrate, rushed into the torrent!

The dumped sand and gravel poured in with the last bit of moisture. That night, the men used their flesh and blood to protect the lights of the thousands of homes behind them.

When it's all over.

Ji Ran walked out, his body wet and covered in dust and sand. The county magistrate walked up to him and patted him hard on the shoulder!

The pale, swollen face was filled with excitement as he said, "Good boy! You've got guts!"

"Come to the yamen at dawn and follow me to do my job!"

Everyone around was looking at him with envy. In this day and age, being chosen by an official to be a minor official was truly a blessing!
But no one said anything, he is a real man and deserves it!
In the place where the water was most turbulent, four or five people were washed away in succession. He stepped forward and drove three wooden stakes in a row to block the water!

Ji Ran nodded.

From his perch, he saw the ghost town ablaze with tiny sparks of light. Behind him, the gaps, especially the largest one, had been completely sealed. To prevent accidents and continued heavy rain, the men had even reinforced the gaps with leftover wooden stakes!

No matter how you look at it, the problems in Baishui County have been solved, and it is impossible for the dike to burst and flood the city again!
Da da da!
At that moment, a group of more than a dozen knights galloped out of the county town! These cavalrymen were all wearing white armor and white iron helmets with ear and neck guards that covered their entire heads! The red necklaces on the tops of their helmets trembled as their horses rode in the gradually fading rain.

Their horses wore pure white saddles and white armor on key parts. Each of them had a sword at his waist, and four or five short spears were placed on the sides of their horses for projectiles.

Behind them, they carried old flintlock rifles.

Every cavalryman was wearing a white cloak and galloping, like a wave of white waves rolling in the night!
These were all cavalrymen of the Plain White Banner. Their armor was now increasingly ornate, but the rifles they carried were merely for show, and they still relied on cold weapons in combat. They had long since withdrawn from the battlefield, serving more as law enforcers.

"County Magistrate Song!"

The leader had a cystic body and was wearing white armor. He looked like a plum vase with a big belly and a small neck!

He revealed a white and tender face covered in fat, and said with a smile, "County Magistrate Song, you're really quick. I just heard the noise and rushed over, and you've already finished the work."

"But we are here to support you. Magistrate Song won't have to write a letter later. I will write a memorial to the Great Buddha."

“Everyone in our county has contributed this time!”

County Magistrate Song didn't say anything, but just clasped his fists.

Even though he knew clearly what this group of people would write, even though he knew that this group of cowardly nobles hiding behind the scenes would swallow up the credit of himself and the people, he had no way to do anything.

"But, Magistrate Song, we've been here for a few days, why haven't you pulled out the rice in the fields yet?"

Upon hearing this, County Magistrate Song smiled bitterly and bowed, "Sir!"

"The rice is almost ripe. If we pull it out now, all the people's six months of hard work will be wasted!"

"Master Song!"

At this moment, the fat man suddenly raised his voice and said, "Could it be that I want to make the people starve?"

Snapped!
The fat man whipped his horsewhip in the air and shouted, "It's the foreigners! It's those foreigners on the warships outside who are starving us!"

"Prince Zai is so kind! He wants to make sure all the people in the world have enough to eat!"

"That's why we were ordered to order counties suitable for poppy cultivation to convert their land into poppy fields! Only when we have our own poppies can we stop those foreigners from growing them! And prevent them from taking our money!"

"When the time comes, the country will have enough money to reduce taxes and support the people!"

"grown ups!"

At this moment, County Magistrate Song suddenly looked up and said, "Baishui County is one of the few places suitable for growing rice. The people have lived and worked in peace and contentment for generations!"

"Let alone switching to poppy cultivation, what will the people eat next year?"

"Just take this poppy, this opium! Don't you know what it brings?"

"Morality has declined! Families have broken down! The army has become disorganized! Now changing crops, isn't this a betrayal to the late emperor and Governor Lin?"

“They are the countries…”

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The nobleman in white looked coldly at the muddy magistrate and said, "Magistrate Song, don't lecture me. Prince Zai wants these poppies! He wants all the people in the county to switch to planting something else!"

"Not planting? Fine, you just hand over the silver equivalent of the poppies from these acres to the court every year, and I'll have my report. It won't be difficult for you."

"can you?"

"This is a matter of national importance! How can we afford to consider small gains?"

The fat man stared coldly at the county magistrate and said, "Tomorrow, shovel out all the rice for me!"

The law——

After saying that, the fat man turned his horse around.

“No shovel.”

Hey!
The horse's hoof paused, and the fat man tilted his head, his face shrouded in the shadow of the torch, and said grimly, "What did you say?"

The elderly county magistrate slowly raised his head.

The rain dripped down his old face. The timidity when facing the competition for credit and the lowered brow when answering his superiors completely disappeared on this issue.

He shook his dark blue official robe, and the sparrow on the patch rushed towards the group of ferocious white waves.

"I said, no shoveling!"

(End of this chapter)