There is a pavilion in the middle of the sky called Dianshan Temple, and boats with sails on three sides are standing at the mouth of the lake.

When the reed leaves rustle, the wind sounds like rain; when the waves are flat, the water looks like the sky.

The wine from Gulai Village is tasteless, and the sea bass is bought without paying any money.

Tomorrow I will pass by the Chuihong Bridge and stop my boat with you to mourn the three sages.

This poem was written by Liuliuliu... Oh no, Yang Weizhen, a great poet from the late Yuan Dynasty who called himself "Lao Tie" in his later years. It is a seven-character regulated verse praising the beautiful scenery of Dianshan Lake in Kunshan.

But during the Jiajing period of this dynasty, the vast lake, which once took a day to cross, was largely occupied and reclaimed for farmland by powerful families. In addition, a large number of polder fields were built in Wujiang County upstream, resulting in poor water flow and accumulation of lake sand for dozens of miles.

As a result, the area of ​​Dianshan Lake has been greatly reduced, and its storage and disaster prevention functions have been severely weakened, resulting in frequent waterlogging disasters during the flood season.

The same problem exists in Cheng Lake not far away.

During the flood season every year, the water from the two lakes would overflow the lakeshore, turning Kunnan into a yellow mud pond.

Frequent floods also washed away the fertile soil on the surface of the land, making the land in Kunnan extremely barren. The name of the land of fish and rice has become a bitter irony.

But the history of annual flooding in southern Kunshan will come to an end this year at the hands of the people of Kunshan.

Because Kunshan County's Phase III water conservancy project is in full swing, in addition to building the river embankment on the south bank of the Wusong River, it will also build solid embankments for Dianshan Lake and Cheng Lake to protect southern Kunshan from floods.

At this time, the construction site on the shore of Dianshan Lake was full of colorful flags and bustling with people.

Mr. Zhao, with his hands behind his back, walked on a newly built section of the lake embankment accompanied by Gu Dadong, Bai Shouli and others. He saw ships of cement and stone entering the Nanjiepu River from the Wusong River and being directly delivered to the Dianshan Lake.

Kunkaisi built several long trestle bridges on the lake, and the lifting device on the bridge was finally replaced with the rotating crane invented by Zhang Jian.

This would reduce the number of lifting devices by half and would also save some effort in operation...but to be honest, the effect isn't that obvious and it's not worth giving him a bonus.

After the stones and cement were hoisted up, the laborers pushed them to the construction site with wheelbarrows, where they skillfully mixed the materials and then formed the slabs.

After half a year of construction, under the direction of Kun Kaisi, the coordination of each link has become more and more proficient. It is like playing a piece of music, so smooth and so pleasant.

Bai Shouli pointed to the river bank in the east and said, "Your Excellency, this section will be closed in three or four days, and the progress is officially more than halfway."

"That's fine." Zhao Shouzheng nodded, looked towards the northwest and asked, "When can the construction at Chenghu start?"

"Reporting to the county lord, the site selection and layout work for the Chenghu dam has been completed. The river dam will be finished in the next few days, and construction will definitely start by the end of the month." Gu Dadong said hoarsely: "If all 60,000 civilians are transferred here, the three phases of the project will definitely be completed before the end of the year!"

"Look, you still can't let go of your 20,000 men." Master Zhao pointed at Gu Dadong and scolded with a smile: "The decision to withdraw 20,000 civilians to support Chongming County was made within your group. What's the point of complaining to me?"

"Aren't the old parents the young master's father?" Gu Dadong smiled awkwardly and said, "In fact, I also know that supporting Chongming is of great significance. Without the guidance of skilled workers, they simply cannot do this work. But the old parents have issued a death order that the work must be completed before the end of the year. Isn't this like a bear climbing into a chimney - taking care of the head but not the butt?"

"You have a lot of witty remarks." Zhao Shouzheng rolled his eyes at him and said, "I still say the same thing. The person was transferred by Zhao Hao. If you have any problems, go to him. Anyway, I can't make any concessions. There are still a lot of arrangements to be made in the early spring of next year. The people have to concentrate on production!"

"Alas..." Faced with the increasingly overbearing Mr. Zhao, Gu Dadong had no choice but to agree.

"We must not lower our standards on quality!" Zhao Shouzheng warned again in a deep voice: "We are not the parents of Kunshan, but native Kunshan people. If something goes wrong, we should not see the people of Kunshan anymore, but just hold hands and jump into Dianshan Lake!"

"Don't worry, old parents!" Everyone in Kunkaisi nodded heavily and said, "If there is a problem with the levee, you don't have to do anything. We will come to you with our heads raised!"

Zhao Shouzheng nodded in satisfaction, his face suddenly relaxed. As long as the three phases of the water conservancy project were successfully completed, the entire Kunshan would be free from floods forever!

As everyone was talking, they saw someone hurriedly running up the levee.

"Master, Master. The old man is here. Mr. Wu, please go back quickly." Yu Xu reported breathlessly.

"Nonsense!" Zhao Shouzheng's first reaction was also disbelief. He shook his head vigorously and said, "My father can come to Kunshan? Only if the sun rises from the west."

"It's true. Many people in the yamen know the old man. By the way, our uncle is here too." Yu Xu added hurriedly.

"Really?" Zhao Shouzheng asked suspiciously, "What are they doing in Kunshan?"

"Old parents, let's go back first." Zheng Ruozeng hurriedly reminded him, "Don't let the old man wait anxiously."

"Yes, yes, yes, let's go back quickly. When my father gets angry, he will eat people." Zhao Shouzheng gave a few instructions quickly, then hurriedly got into the sedan chair and rushed back to the county government office.

~~

Jiangnan Hospital, intensive care unit.

Zhao Hao was playing checkers with Li Mingyue and Zhang Xiaojing in **.

"These glass beads are so beautiful." Li Mingyue held the yellow glass beads in her hand and praised them highly.

"It's made at home, so I can't do anything else with it except inlay windows and play checkers." Zhao Hao pouted, not very satisfied.

With the help of the eldest princess, he spent a large sum of money to poach a dozen glass craftsmen from the Beijing Xishan Colored Glaze Bureau.

They were taken to Suzhou's Xishan Island, where they built a kiln and began to try to burn transparent glass. They had already burned more than a dozen kilns, but they could only burn out "inferior" products that were either green or yellowish... Of course, they could be used as window glass, for example, Mr. Zhao's villa on the hillside was made of these glasses.

But the problem is that he makes glass to make optical instruments, and the current light transmittance is far from enough.

Just as he was complaining, Secretary Ma knocked on the door and came in, reporting: "Someone from the government office said the old man has arrived, and asked if you want to leave the hospital and go home to see him first?"

"Need I say more?" Zhao Hao subconsciously dropped the chess piece, got out of bed and put on his shoes.

But he bent down to think for a while, then crossed his legs again and sat on the bed, changing his words: "No, I haven't recovered from my illness yet, and I can't stand the wind. I can only let Xiwa go back and kowtow to Grandpa on my behalf."

The girls were so upset after hearing this, they couldn't stand the wind?

Last night afternoon you were still in the yard, playing shuttlecock with Qiaoqiao...

"Then why not, I'll go too." Li Mingyue felt that she should also kowtow to the old man.

"Forget it, let's play chess together." Zhao Hao held her hand and said, "It will be boring if you leave."

The county government office is about to have an earthquake. Sister Mingyue is so innocent and lovely, how can Mr. Zhao let her get hurt?

"Oh, then I won't go." Li Mingyue nodded happily and said, "Come on, let's play another game."

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