"Commander, is there something amiss?"
No one knows a father better than his son. When Meng Wu saw the constantly changing expression on his father's face, his heart skipped a beat, and he mistakenly thought that there was something wrong with the sugarcane.
Meng Ao shook his head, regaining his composure. "There's nothing wrong with it. I just can't understand why sugarcane could be effective in the face of a natural disaster?"
Everyone was stunned by these words.
Only Meng Wu smiled easily, "The Grand Commandant may seem to act recklessly, but he has never disappointed us. Why should we bother with such matters?"
Meng Ao thought about it and agreed. That kid was cunning and full of tricks. Since he said it would be useful, he only needed to follow orders; why worry about anything else?
"Hahaha, Meng Wu is right, it was I who was getting stuck on a pedant!"
Meng Ao's laughter carried a hint of relief. He turned to the generals around him and said, "Gentlemen, although we do not fully understand the function of sugarcane, we cannot be negligent in the slightest. Immediately harvest large quantities of sugarcane and take good care of the newly planted rice seeds. The rest is up to the king and the wicked man."
At this moment, Meng Wu hurriedly spoke up, "Commander, I once asked the Yelang people, and they said that sugarcane can be artificially cultivated. It is planted in April every year and takes about six or seven months to mature."
"It is September now, and sugarcane should not be in season yet. Perhaps it is the heavens that have blessed our Great Qin, allowing it to ripen early this year."
Upon hearing this, Meng Ao's eyes lit up. As if he had thought of something, he quickly asked, "You said it can be cultivated artificially. Do the Yelang people cultivate it?"
The significance of being able to cultivate it artificially is extraordinary. He originally thought that this sugarcane could only be produced by harvesting it in the wild, and he was worried that the quantity would be too small, which would not only consume a lot of manpower, but also would not be able to meet the needs of the wicked husband.
If it were readily available, it would save a lot of effort and should be able to satisfy the wicked husband's needs.
Meng Wu grinned, “It’s grown in many places, but most Yelang people don’t grow it.”
Upon hearing this, Meng Ao showed a look of disappointment, "Then we can only pray... that it's enough for the Grand Commandant's needs."
"Commander, don't be in such a hurry!" Meng Wu chuckled and spread his arms wide, saying, "We're not planting it... because it's everywhere, so plentiful that it's left to fend for itself. Who would bother planting something so common?"
Meng Ao was taken aback by these words, then his face instantly darkened. "Who taught you to speak so dramatically? Showing off how much you know? I'm not old yet, do you think your father can't crack the whip anymore?"
Seeing his father's expression change, Meng Wu gave a sheepish smile and quickly explained, "Father, please calm down. I didn't mean to keep you in suspense. The reason the Yelang people don't grow sugarcane is because they believe it's a gift from heaven and doesn't need human intervention. But if we need it, they can quickly organize themselves and start large-scale cultivation."
Upon hearing this, Meng Ao's brow relaxed, and he nodded. "Alright, in that case, we can rest assured. Pass down the order to have them begin planting sugarcane on a large scale. At the same time, ensure the safety of the rice seeds and prevent any accidents from happening."
The generals accepted their orders and departed.
After everyone left, Meng Ao turned to Meng Wu, a meaningful glint in his eyes, "Meng Wu, you did a good job. You're capable of handling things on your own now. Come with me into the tent for a few drinks."
Meng Wu was flattered and hurriedly followed his father into the commander's tent.
As soon as he entered the commander's tent, he saw Meng Ao already holding a riding whip, his face suddenly changing drastically, "Father...Father...No!"
Meng Ao grinned maliciously and shouted, "If you dare to run, you will be dealt with according to military law."
Helpless, Meng Wu could only stop and watch his father approach with a sinister grin.
A short while later.
"Ah...no...!"
"Father... I know I was wrong... You hit me too hard."
Inside the tent, crackling sounds and chilling screams echoed continuously.
The guards at the door exchanged knowing smiles, realizing that a father was disciplining his son inside the tent. They quickly lowered their eyes and pretended not to see anything.
...
Hedong Commandery, Anyi City.
The wicked man, Zhang Ke, and Li Ba gathered together, eating, drinking, and chatting.
How is the water storage project progressing?
Upon hearing the question from the wicked husband, Li Balang and Zhang Ke simultaneously put down their bowls and chopsticks.
Zhang Ke said, "The rainfall is getting heavier and heavier, and the water storage is progressing faster than I expected!"
The wicked man nodded slightly, then looked at Li Balang beside him.
Li Balang replied, "South Korea is in the lower middle reaches of the river, and with the water diversion and storage in places like Hadong County, the progress is not as fast as here, but it will not delay the important matter."
To improve efficiency, the two divided their work: Zhang Ke was in charge of water storage in Hedong County, while Li Balang was in charge of the Inner River and Sanchuan Counties.
"Very good!" The wicked man nodded in satisfaction, a ferocious smile appearing on his handsome face. "In a few more days, I will definitely flood the Zhao Kingdom and make that dog Zhao Yan a king who will bring about the downfall of his country."
Zhang Ke and Li Balang exchanged a glance, and Li Balang continued, "We have arranged for 24-hour shifts to monitor the area, and we will report it immediately once the water level is full."
The wicked man nodded slightly, a look of anticipation on his face. "I've never seen anything like this before. I'm actually quite looking forward to it!"
Zhang Ke and Li Ba exchanged a smile. It seemed that only a wicked husband could commit such heinous acts. Not only were they not afraid, they were even looking forward to it!
"Come on, let's keep drinking and eating!"
After finishing their business, the wicked husband gestured for the two to continue drinking and eating.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Erhe walked over in a hurry, his face full of solemnity.
"Erhe, even if the sky falls, I, the Grand Commandant, will hold it up. Why are you being so serious?" The wicked man put down his wine cup, his words somewhat sarcastic.
Ignoring everything else, Zhang Erhe said with a slightly anxious tone, "Grand Commandant, I just received a letter from a spy saying that a large foreign army has suddenly appeared in Qi County on the border of Taiyuan Prefecture, and there are also hundreds of thousands of Zhao soldiers!"
Upon hearing this, the three wicked men were immediately stunned.
"Ha ha ha ha...."
After a long while, the three wicked men burst into laughter, leaving Zhang Erhe somewhat bewildered.
"Grand Commandant, please stop laughing. It must be the combined forces of the three clans and the Zhao state who have occupied Qi County, just waiting for the flood to break out so they can attack. Why don't you quickly mobilize the main force, Commander?" Zhang Erhe was even more anxious.
To everyone's surprise, the wicked husband, who was about to laugh until he cried, shook his head repeatedly, "I really don't know who Zhao Jun and the three clans' commanders are, they just bumped right into our arms?"
Upon hearing this, Li Balang and Zhang Ke smiled even more broadly.
Why did the three clans and Zhao Jun have to go to Taiyuan County? If they release the floodwaters, Taiyuan County will be the first to be affected, and they will drown.
fight?
Did they use birds to attack Qin and then return?
Leaving aside Zhao Jun, let's talk about those three tribes. They have lived deep in the grasslands for generations and are basically unfamiliar with water. If a major flood occurs, they will probably drown.
Perhaps the Qin army wouldn't even need to go to war; the allied forces of the three tribes and Zhao would have been scattered by the flood...
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