Chapter 329 Chapter 328 To Jiangnan 2
We traveled all the way by land and water, and finally arrived at Songjiang Prefecture in mid-July.
In July, when the weather was the hottest, we did not feel how serious the flood was when we passed Pingjiang. However, once we entered the Songjiang Prefecture area, the whole situation changed. The rivers and ponds were full of stench, and the trees and houses in the villages were leaning to one side or the other.
"The typhoon just passed through?"
It doesn't look like it. The fallen trees and the blown-off roofs of the houses don't look new, and it seems like they have been there for a while.
After Su Ruojin and his party got off the boat at the Grand Canal near the Songjiang River and walked onto the bumpy official road, they could hardly believe what they saw.
"Dad, Songjiang Prefecture only said they were looking for a magistrate, but they didn't say they were looking for a prefect, right?"
Since all the officials are here, why hasn’t the flood in Songjiang Prefecture been dealt with yet?
The flood in Songjiang Prefecture was reported last month, and the plum rain season in Jiangnan also started last month. It is now mid-July and the plum rain season has been over for half a month. If handled properly, even if the traces of the flood have not been completely removed, they should be almost gone.
Why are there so many potholes and green moss everywhere, making it look like a wilderness mudflat? What's going on?
Su Yanli suppressed his fear and said, "Let's walk and see, there's no need to rush to report to the government office."
Songjiang Prefecture is the famous Magic City in later generations. It is rumored that it developed from a small fishing village. In fact, it has long been a famous fishing and rice town with many celebrities since ancient times. Not only that, in the middle of a certain dynasty, with the emergence of capitalism, because it is the intersection of the Yangtze River and the East China Sea, the economy developed and became very prosperous.
Now when I look at it, I see that everything is in desolation. This shouldn’t be the case!
After three years of grassroots training, Su Yanli was no longer the scholar who served as a doctor in the Imperial College. He frowned and worried about the country and the people. Seeing the ragged old man sitting by the field, he bent down and walked forward, "Old man, why are you sitting here..."
The old man seemed not to notice anyone passing by. When he heard Su Yanli calling, he turned his wrinkled face tremblingly, looked numbly at the crowd of people in extraordinary clothes, paused for a moment, and then turned to look at the fields without a single crop.
As the sun sets, the place where the water meets the land is filled with brilliant rays of light. It is an obviously beautiful evening, but it looks desolate and bleak because of the barren fields that stretch as far as the eye can see.
Su Yanli frowned, stopped calling the old man, straightened up, and sighed heavily in his heart.
Su Ruojin signaled to Shu Tongshu to bring two steamed buns to the old man and put them next to him.
She walked beside Su Yanli and asked softly, "It's getting late, should we go to the town to find an inn, or..." go into the village?
Everyone looked up and saw a small village not far away. It was crisscrossed with rows of houses. It seemed that the population rate was quite high. However, it was clearly evening now and the smoke from cooking should be rising, but there was no smell of smoke at all. It was as desolate as the white paddy fields.
"Let's go and find a farmer's house to stay for the night." Su Yanli said and led the way into the village. He also wanted to ask what was going on.
A group of people walked into the village in a mighty procession.
It was not until the sun sank into the horizon that the old man seemed to remember to go home. When he stood up, he touched the steamed bun beside him. He paused and stared at the bun for a long time... a long time...
Half an hour later, Shu Tong found the head of Wujing Village. Because there were so many people, they rented houses from three farmers and arranged for them to stay.
The rent was paid with the grain they bought from Pingjiang Prefecture. After receiving the grain, the chimneys of the three originally lifeless families began to emit smoke soon, and the air of life suddenly became lively.
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