The young high priestess was angered by Helan Cheng again and ran away.
Ye Zhou asked, "So the job upstream is to open the box and release the water? Does Jiang Yan have to be here to do this?"
Helan Cheng said, "Jiang Yan may not be able to accurately tell how old his three sons are this year, but when he builds a water conservancy project, he takes into account the ups and downs, left and right, front and back, inside and out, of the rivers, streams, and lakes. He has to know every detail, even the few stones on the river bank and the few drops of rain in the sky.
Although these three water conservancy projects are located upstream, Jiang Yan also went to the fiefdom of King Guanghuai several times to inspect the downstream river channel and the geological terrain on both sides of the river.
This job looked simple, but it was different from usual. If it was really necessary, how much water to release, how often to release it, when to release it, what kind of situation would it cause downstream? This was a job he had never done before, and he had to do it just right. Who else but him could understand it? These water conservancy workers were his own children, and who else but him could understand their temperaments?
Ye Zhou asked, "How do you know so much about him?"
Helan Cheng said, "One year, I returned to the capital to report on my work. On the way, I met him who was working on the water conservancy project. He happened to be going to the Guanghuai Prince's fiefdom, so I disguised myself as his subordinate and went with him. I don't know much about water conservancy, but I can learn about other things from Guanghuai Prince. I lived and ate with him for three months, and then I went back to his home with him and stayed for half a month."
Ye Zhou said, "The two young men Jiang Yan brought are his sons, right? They can be considered as a continuation of the family tradition."
Helan Cheng said, "No. His three sons pursued careers in literature, martial arts, and business, but no one inherited his legacy. As a relative, perhaps they only saw the downsides of being a water conservancy worker."
The two young men were a stonemason he met when he was building a water conservancy project. He thought he was a genius in water conservancy. The other was a young man who saw how he turned harm into benefit by building a water conservancy project and was amazed and admired him as a miracle. He followed him wholeheartedly.
Now that these two have made some progress, Jiang Yan treats these two disciples as his own sons.
Speaking of which, his youngest son is a genius at algorithms. You've heard about him in Kyoto, right? He started working at the age of nine. Unlike the eldest and second sons, his father, Jiang Yan, was already a world-renowned figure when the youngest son was still a child.
The youngest son was also proud of his father and had considered inheriting his legacy. When I was living with the Jiang family, I heard from his grandfather that the child was interested in water conservancy and had a talent for arithmetic. He personally raised him at home and taught him a lot about water conservancy.
During the half month I lived in his house, I saw that he took care of his two apprentices attentively and attentively, and he also understood them quite well. His admiration and love for them were beyond words.
It's not that he knows nothing about his son, but it seems as if he knows nothing.
The eldest and second oldest sons were already older, with their own worlds and mindsets, and probably didn't care as much. The youngest son was probably quite sad. I saw him, full of energy, his eyes sparkling as he followed his father. After all, it was rare for Jiang Yan to come home. Later, he fell silent, sitting as far away from his father as possible.
Perhaps due to acclimatization problems or because they had worked too hard in Prince Guanghuai's territory for three months, the two disciples fell ill within two days of arriving at the Jiang family. Jiang Yan invited three or four doctors and took care of them personally.
He also blamed Madam Jiang for this and asked his three sons to take turns looking after them, fearing that if only servants were left to look after them, they would look down on the two apprentices because they were orphans and not be taken care of properly.
Ye Zhou sighed after hearing this, "In terms of national affairs and water conservancy, Jiang Yan was a master and a great craftsman who lived up to the expectations of heaven and earth and the people. However, in terms of family affairs and affection, he owed a lot without even realizing it."
Helan Cheng said: "You should know by now, that's why you are so anxious to go home and accompany her during the birth."
Ye Zhou asked, "How did he turn this corner? Did you point it at him?"
Helan Cheng said, "Although I did say a few words, I'm afraid it didn't have much effect. It was Madam Jiang who took action to deal with him. He wrote to me to complain, feeling aggrieved. Hahahaha."
Then he said to Ye Zhou: "You are right, Madam Jiang is powerful."
Wang Lingyi has been haunted by nightmares these past two days. In her dreams, her brother Wang Suwen forced his sister-in-law Zhao Xinran to death.
She wanted to save her sister-in-law and friend, but was blocked by a barrier and couldn't get through.
There was a woman behind her brother. Her face could not be seen clearly as she was protected tightly by her brother. But every time she said a word, her brother would swing a long whip and whip his sister-in-law, whose hands and feet were tied with iron chains and fixed to a pillar. The long whip swung over without caring about her head, and Zhao Xinran's face and body were covered with bloodstains.
It seemed as if Zhao Xinran had said something with difficulty. Wang Lingyi saw her brother's expression soften for a moment, and her gaze fell on her sister-in-law's abdomen.
But the woman said something again, and her brother seemed to listen to her very much. He bent down to match her height. Whenever he looked at the woman, the expression on his face was gentle and caring. When he turned to his sister-in-law again, his eyes were cold and cruel. This time, the whip was actually whipped directly at Zhao Xinran's stomach.
The woman's screams seemed to delight her, yet also somewhat irritated. Wang Lingyi couldn't hear what she said, but she heard her brother reply, "Alright, whatever you say. As long as it makes you happy, as long as you're relieved, as long as you're satisfied. This is the retribution she deserves for such a vicious woman."
She saw someone holding a knife, cutting open Zhao Xinran's belly, taking out a tiny baby, and then, as if following the woman's instructions, stabbing the baby with the knife again and again, and then throwing it to the ground.
When a doctor arrived to suture the wound, the woman ordered no anesthetic powder, and didn't care how the stitches turned out. She instructed them to make Zhao Xinran faint from the pain at least three times, and to prolong the sutures. A little bleeding was fine, as long as Zhao Xinran didn't die. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, she'd try new tricks. Hot oil, a soldering iron, burning, even raw skin cutting.
Wang Lingyi woke up from the nightmare with a scream, sweating all over.
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