Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

The moonlight in his sight was covered by the approaching darkness. Feng Xili suddenly raised his hands to cover his face. His heart stopped beating and he clenched his teeth.

A cold wind blew by, and the surroundings were still quiet.

There was nothing else in my ears except the pounding of my own heart.

The person who bumped into me suddenly appeared behind me.

This scene seems familiar...

She stood up and followed the man closely.

It has been more than half a month since we left Ya'an City. The sun is shining brightly in Bianlu City today. Various vendors in the city are preparing for the Chaotian Market which will start tonight and last for ten days.

In the government office, the modestly dressed Mu Lanxun sat next to the prefect Lu Yanlin. He lowered his eyes to look at the black words on the white paper in his hand. On the table was a token with a black background and gold edges given by Emperor Qi Zhao.

It had just been a year since Lu Yanlin took office, and he was in charge of releasing water from the "Spring Irrigation" reservoir, the city's largest project.

Not long after this, a small official from the Ministry of Industry said that the reservoir had significant hidden dangers and was at risk of bursting soon.

This is incredible!

He wanted to object immediately, but the token in his hand clearly told him that this was someone secretly sent by Emperor Qi Zhao. Even if this person was talking nonsense, he had to lead people to check the reservoir again.

"Master Lu, I've conducted numerous inspections over the past half month and found many problems with the reservoir. Based on the rainfall in previous years, it shouldn't be dangerous."

Mu Lanxun took back the token, his eyes calm. "However, this year's rainy season will be early and will only come once in a century. If this is the case, the spring irrigation system will not be able to withstand it."

"How do you know?" Lu Yanlin looked at the bright sunshine outside and thought that this person was daydreaming.

The rainy season has been relatively short in the past two years, and water trade has been reduced by nearly half. How is it possible that the rainy season will be advanced as he said?

"The Imperial Observatory didn't issue any warnings, and the Spring Grate repairs were only recently completed. How could they possibly undergo another complete renovation just because of a few words from you?"

Mu Lanxun narrowed his eyes. "The repairs Lord Lu mentioned are just reinforcements that cost hundreds of thousands of taels and just involved smearing a few handfuls of dirt?"

Lu Yanlin widened his eyes and touched a few handfuls of soil.

"The evidence in your hands is already laid out very clearly. If you still want to find out more, it's quite easy."

He raised an eyebrow, "I can lend you a few people to present the evidence."

Lu Yanlin's face darkened. How could Emperor Qi Zhao believe this man's nonsense?

Are the people in the Imperial Observatory just decorations?

"Master Lu, don't worry too much. Spring irrigation can still collect most of the rainwater, but it definitely can't handle the amount of rain this rainy season. My idea is to reinforce the reservoir."

"At the same time, we will build a few more canals to divert the current water reserves in advance."

What? Someone's face darkened even more.

The water in the spring irrigation is almost dry, do we still need to release the water?

How could the people in the city be willing?

"That's impossible! No one would do that!"

Lu Yanlin immediately objected. The news of the canal construction could not be concealed at all. Once it got out, the people would definitely riot when they knew that the only remaining water in the city was going to be diverted!

Mu Lanxun remained silent. Indeed, this was where the difficulty of this matter lay.

People only believe what they see before their eyes. No one will believe anything that has no signs, let alone spend money and effort on something useless.

"Lord Lu, I have come here on His Majesty's orders, and I am acting on the Emperor's orders. You don't have to cooperate with me on this matter. If you can promise to take full responsibility, then I will return to report with peace of mind."

Mu Lanxun smiled faintly and took a roundabout approach, certain that the young new prefect did not have much courage.

As soon as these words were spoken, Lu Yanlin's face immediately turned cold. The population of Bianlu City was nearly 100,000. How could a mere prefect like him dare to take on the responsibility alone?

Seeing the anger in the eyes of the person opposite him, Mu Lanxun changed the subject, "Lord Lu can also put the blame on me. That way, everyone's anger will have a target."

He was nothing more than a corrupt official and a bad guy who was in trouble for a while, which was no big deal for Prince Mu Jiu.

If the rainstorm comes as expected, repairing the canals and releasing the water can prevent the dike from bursting and save the people of the whole city.

Even if the rainstorm has not come, it doesn't matter if he bears the bad reputation. On the contrary, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages. It just costs people a lot of money and effort.

"If Lord Lu has no objection, we'll start arranging people to repair the canal tomorrow. Here's the specific canal distribution map."

He pulled out a stack of papers from his bosom and carefully placed them in Lu Yanlin's hands. "Master Lu, please remember to pay the workers on time."

"It will take at least half a month, at most a month, to see the results."

Mu Lanxun ordered someone to bring up another box of silver. "This is the workers' wages, paid daily."

Lu Yanlin was stunned. He was a little confused. With such a big fuss, was this person so sure that this year's rainy season would be a once-in-a-century event?

Where did he get the news?