Zheng Ruozeng had just stepped onto the lattice embankment from the earthen embankment when he heard a loud, earth-shaking noise behind him.

He subconsciously looked back and saw that the river embankment, which was about ten feet high, collapsed quickly like boiling water poured on snow, and in a blink of an eye, a gap about ten feet wide was torn open.

Moreover, the breach is still expanding rapidly.

The dark and foamy flood rushed through the breach, but was restrained by the dikes on both sides and could not spread to the sides. It had to pour all its strength angrily towards the remote dike in front!

There was another loud bang, and the flood with infinite power hit the distant embankment hard!

The embankment built of rubble and concrete remained motionless in the huge waves and was completely unscathed!

Zheng Ruozeng finally regained his breath, and he found that both of his legs were weak and trembling uncontrollably.

He was almost carried by his son across the Geti and arrived at the Yao Dike, where he met Pan Jixun and Zhao Hao, father and son.

Under the distant embankment behind them.

Countless torches were struggling tenaciously in the rain. The laborers were wearing straw hats and raincoats, and more of them were shirtless, waiting there with nervous expressions.

Behind them, bags of sand and gravel have been packed, ready to repair this last line of defense at any time - it has only been half a month since the construction started, and the moon dike outside the Yaodi has not yet been repaired.

The laborers looked up and watched the reactions of the master and others on the dike intently.

Zhao Shouzheng and others on the embankment lowered their heads and stared at the stone embankment under their feet.

Every time the waves hit them, it felt like they were hitting their chests, making everyone's hearts rise to their throats.

When the waves passed and everyone saw that the levee was intact, they finally put their minds at ease...

This strange synchronization made Master Zhao finally understand what it meant to "breathe the same air and share the same fate."

Fortunately, the flood peak came suddenly but went away quickly.

An hour later, the fierce river tide gradually subsided.

In just this short hour, a huge gap of thirty feet had been opened in the outer earth embankment.

However, the concrete embankment under Zhao Hao and the others' feet remained motionless!

Even the longitudinal embankments are safe and sound!

"The concrete ones are so terrifying!" Pan Jixun breathed a sigh of relief and said to Zhao Shouzheng, "It all depends on Nanshan Temple, Sanjiangkou and Longwang Temple. As long as there are no problems with those three places, the whole county should be safe."

The embankments of the rest of the river are basically in line with the direction of the water flow, so they will naturally not be affected much, and there will not be much problem even if remote dikes have not been built yet.

Within half an hour, reports came in from the three dangerous sections. Without exception, the earth embankments had collapsed, but the stone embankments were intact!

Only then did Mr. Zhao let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and raised his arms and shouted, "We succeeded!"

Upon hearing the master's words, the nervous laborers immediately burst into cheers of relief, as if they had won victory in the fight against the flood.

Pan Jixun was as happy as a child. He pulled Zhao Hao's hand and shook it hard, and was so excited that he couldn't speak.

Young Master Zhao felt like he was about to fall apart. He could vaguely hear Old Pan mumbling, "Great, this is a great merit... There is hope for curing jaundice..."

Zhao Hao smiled bitterly and said, "Don't be too happy too soon, Zhongcheng. We can only make a conclusion after the entire flood season is over."

"How come you are more careful than me, kid?" Pan Jixun rolled his eyes at him and said, "For the past half month, I have been observing the changes in the concrete every day. It is getting harder and harder, and the texture is also... uh, anyway, it is getting stronger and stronger!"

"Haha, that's good." Zhao Hao said with a smile: "By the way, I have developed a new formula for cement. Would you like to try it, Zhong Cheng? It can also be regarded as a celebration of our first victory?"

"Okay, okay!" Pan Jixun was overjoyed at first, but then he glared at him fiercely and said, "Get lost! How can this be considered a celebration?!"

Young Master Zhao laughed out loud, thinking that this arrogant old man who said one thing and thought another was adorable even when he was eating dirt.

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During the hurricane season every year, the governor of Yingtian would move to Suzhou to prevent the hurricane.

The Yingtian Governor's Office is located in the center of Suzhou City, within the jurisdiction of Wu County. It was originally the location of Heshan Academy, but later when the Yingtian Governor began to reside in Suzhou, he converted the academy into a government office.

In front of the yamen's eight-character wall, there stood a three-meter-high flagpole with a flagpole, on which hung a large flag with golden letters on a blue background, which read "Prime Minister of Grain Reserves, Commander-in-Chief of Military Affairs, and Governor of Yingtian Prefecture", demonstrating the power of the world's number one governor.

The hurricane was fierce and violent, unlike the gentle rainy season, which only affected Kunshan. When the hurricane came, the entire Susongchang Town faced severe flood control pressure.

The court's tax revenue depends on Jiangnan, and Jiangnan's tax revenue depends on Suzhou and Songjiang. If one of them is not handled properly, all the taxes will be wasted and the court will have a hard time.

Therefore, the first of the official titles of the Yingtian Governor was "Governor of Grain Storage". Therefore, in July and August, the Governor's most important task was to prevent floods and ensure the autumn harvest.

Fortunately, this hurricane came and went quickly. The rain stopped in more than a day, and the water level dropped two days later, so the alarm was temporarily lifted.

In the second hall of the Xingtai, the extremely handsome Lin Runlin Zhongcheng, wearing a scarlet official robe that revealed his snow-white collar, supported his well-defined cheek with one hand, and listened calmly to the report of Cai Guoxi, the governor of Suzhou.

"...Fortunately, the hurricane came and went quickly, and the counties did not suffer much damage this time." Cai Guoxi said, looking at Yang Chenglin, the magistrate of Wu County standing opposite him, and silently handed him a pot.

"Only the situation in Wu County is a little serious. Let Magistrate Yang report it to the Minister of Justice himself."

"Yeah." Lin Run responded, sat up straight and looked at County Magistrate Yang.

"Your Highness, the water level rose too quickly, overflowing the lake embankment and flooding hundreds of thousands of acres of crops in Xijing Bay, Guangfu Town, and Hushuguan." Yang Chenglin cursed his bad luck in his heart. Other county magistrates could just send a report, but he had to face the storm in person.

People say, "If you don't cultivate in your previous life, you will end up in the same city as the prefecture and county." I'm afraid I've done evil in my three lives...

After a pause, Yang Chenglin said stubbornly, "There are also 80,000 to 90,000 mu of land south of Wangshan and north of Dongshan that were also affected by the disaster..."

"How much land do you have in Wu County?" Lin Ruoyu's face darkened as he asked, "Two hundred thousand acres were flooded in an instant?!"

"A total of one million mu," Magistrate Yang replied in a low voice, "and another 800,000 mu..."

"Isn't 20% enough?!" Lin Zhongcheng's face turned cold, and he slammed the table and shouted, "This is only the first hurricane, and you have already lost the river bank. I think you are tired of wearing your official hat!"

Yang Chenglin was so frightened that he trembled and quickly knelt down, sweating profusely.

I heard that Lin Zhongcheng is "as handsome as Pan An and as kind as Zhang Tang", it seems the rumor is true.

"Calm down, Prime Minister." Having successfully shifted the blame, Prefect Cai, of course, found someone else to take the blame.

"Fortunately, the water receded quickly, so the 200,000 mu of rice seedlings were not completely destroyed. If we replant them in time, the harvest should not be affected..."

"Hmph." Lin Run snorted coldly. He knew that what Cai Guoxi said made sense, but it also seemed like he was trying to smooth things over.

Now that the summer crops have been harvested, how can the late rice seedlings, which have just been planted, withstand the ravages of the flood?

However, if we replant the seedlings as soon as possible, we can make up for the losses.

With this thought in mind, he let poor County Magistrate Yang go and asked Magistrate Cai, "What is the situation in Kunshan?"

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