Sister Han is good at farming

"This kid is really cunning. He was afraid that Yin Zhongyun would block him if he just went to Yin Zhongyun to ask for money and people. But he knew how to use a roundabout way to come to you for help."

"Your Majesty, let's ignore him! Everything must be done according to procedures. We must not set this precedent." Zhou Che said calmly.

Murong Jinyang waved his hand, and turned to ask the eunuch beside him, "I remember there was a memorial from Lu Lin Mansion this morning?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. It was handed to me by Lord Yin Zhongyun, the prefect of Lulin Prefecture."

"Bring it to me!"

Murong Jinyang sat back in front of the imperial desk, and spread out in front of him was the memorial that the eunuch had helped him find.

When he picked up the red brush to prepare for the imperial edict, he paused, "Your third brother may not be as bad as people say. At least he responded to the drought in Luling in a timely and beautiful way! Do you still remember how many people died in the drought in Pingchuan County? Only one in a hundred survived! It is rare that Lulin Prefecture has been able to find ways to save crops after more than half a year of drought."

"Indeed, I heard that he has been vigorously building water conservancy projects in the county, on the one hand to fight the drought this time, and on the other hand to prepare for future flood control." Zhou Che nodded, "Although his idea is a bit strange, it makes sense when you think about it carefully."

"This idea of ​​dredging the riverbed is also a good one! In previous years, floods were caused not only by continuous heavy rainfall but also by the rise of riverbeds, which led to floods overflowing and even breaking dams." Murong Jinyang couldn't help but clap his hands. "In the future, counties and towns along rivers and channels must organize people to dredge rivers and dredge river mud during the dry season every year!"

"Yes, I will draft a bill right away!"

"Perhaps our Yunqing Kingdom can really be made into a land of plenty in my hands!" Murong Jinyang thought of the extensive water conservancy project presented below, and his heart was moved. If it is expanded to the whole country, there will be no more droughts or floods in the world...

Just imagining this made him feel his blood boiling!

He is an emperor who dares to fight against the heaven!

While their emperors were getting excited, the young and middle-aged men in Qingshui County or Lulin Prefecture only felt tired and sore all over.

Since the drought began, they have been tormented. First they dug reservoirs and artificial lakes, then they dug embankments and opened canals to divert water. After finally enjoying a few days of peace, the officials asked them to dig silt from the riverbed of the Longjiang River.

They cannot act slowly. Once the surrounding states find out and others follow suit, they will be in trouble.

It is this time difference that they want. They use it to fill up everyone's reservoirs and artificial lakes first, leaving enough water for irrigating wheat and rapeseed.

Looking at the wheat seedlings growing tall in the fields and the water level in the reservoir, everyone's heart was somewhat gloomy. This time, the officials did not need to say too much encouragement. Just one question from them was, "Do you want you and your family to starve to death in this drought?" That was enough!

Everyone proves that they don't want to with their actions.

All the boats at the Qingping Town Wharf were requisitioned, and all the canoes from various households and those in the shipping companies that had not yet been sold were requisitioned by the government.

So every day before dawn, a large group of people would get on the boat, shout and yell, arrange the fishing nets, row the boat to the corresponding position and start working.

After working like this for half a month, the reservoir, artificial lake and various channels were finally filled with water.

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, because the design of the birthday banquet was praised by Zhou Zheng, after returning from the county government, Ruan Qingqing summoned eight blessed elders and began to discuss the matter of weaving the birthday banquet.

The pattern designed by Ruan Qingqing is a leaping yellow dragon half-wrapping a huge longevity character in the middle. Where the dragon head and tail are not connected are two rows of blessing words "May you enjoy eternal immortal blessings and live as long as the sky."

The yellow dragon, the word "longevity" and the blessing words are all golden, and the rest of the place is red or red and white.

Her design made eight elderly people, all over the age of 50, work together for a month before they finally got the hang of it.

"This yellow is not bright enough, and the weaving effect will not be outstanding. We have to dye it. But before dyeing, these white-skinned sorghum stalks must be fumigated with sulfur first, otherwise the dyed color will be uneven. It is best to fumigate those undyed white-skinned sorghum stalks as well. After fumigation, the white skin will be brighter and less likely to turn yellow." Old Mrs. Ruan said to the semi-finished product.

"That's true. If it's yellower, the dragon will look more energetic, and the word 'longevity' and the blessing words will also appear more eye-catching." Grandpa Ruan also agreed.

"Yes, that's right!" The others also agreed.

"Also, the house is too dry. It's troublesome to keep spraying water inside. Not only will it dry up in a short time, but the effect is not obvious. In times of water shortage like now, we still have to cherish water. Besides, we don't know if there will be enough water to spray later."

Cao Yishou raised his concerns.

"Brother Cao, do you have any good ideas?" asked Mr. Ruan.

"My first thought was the cellar, but the light in the cellar is too dim and it is not convenient for us to weave. We are all old people, and our eyes are not as good as those of young people."

"Then dig a semi-underground house!" Mei San suggested.

"Yeah, that's great! The semi-underground room has both shade and light! Good idea!"

After the elders discussed this, Ruan Qingqing came up with the idea. She went to find sulfur and turmeric and asked them to smoke and dye the white sorghum stalks. At the same time, she bought a large piece of vacant land next to the yard to build a house.

First, a large house with two main rooms was built against the courtyard wall. However, the height of the house was only half of that of Ruan Qingqing's house. The windows were all large windows, and there were windows on three walls. After this urgent house was built, two rows of houses of similar size were built next to it. Then, a wall was built around it, and the neat and tidy red mat workshop was formed.

In order to show their sincerity and solemnity, before officially starting to weave the birthday banquet, the eight blessed old men burned incense and bathed, and each of them carried a bundle of sorghum stalks to be used to go to the famous Donglin Temple in Qingshui County to fast and chant sutras for three days. Zhou Zheng and Ruan Qingqing also went with them.

After finishing the work, they returned to the workshop to start weaving sorghum mats. At this time, Ruan Qingqing's yard and the workshop next to it were almost blocked by Zhou Zheng and his men. Except for the Ruan family, no one else was allowed to enter or leave at will.

In order to prepare a birthday feast for the emperor, Mr. and Mrs. Ruan moved into Ruan Qingqing's house with six other elderly people. Ruan Qingqing and her family once again squeezed into the three rooms of the main house, leaving the east and west wing rooms empty for the elderly people to live in.

While the Quanfu elders were busy weaving birthday mats, Ruan Wanjin and others in the old house were also weaving sorghum mats whenever they had free time. However, the patterns they wove could not compare to the exquisite and grand ones of the Quanfu elders.

People in the village who heard the news came to learn the skills. When there was not much work to do in the fields, the three brothers Ruan Wanjin and the three sisters-in-law Liu were also willing to give advice.

Because Ruan Qingqing told them that she wanted to build a Red Mat Village or even a Red Mat Hometown and lead everyone to make money together.

Although the drought is still continuing, the people in Zaoziling feel at ease as they watch the red mats that are taking shape in their hands become increasingly exquisite.