Qin Zhao and Jing Li stayed in the county town.
Ever since learning that Qin Zhao might be able to help him control the flood, the county magistrate's attitude towards them changed instantly. Not only did he ask them to move out of the shabby inn, he also arranged a quiet and secluded courtyard for them to live in within the city.
Everyone in the county soon learned of Qin Zhao's poor health, and even the county magistrate refused to let him in, forcing him to visit directly. If Qin Zhao hadn't insisted on not wasting time and money, the county magistrate would have even wanted to have several doctors move into the courtyard.
——As if he treated Qin Zhao as some kind of rare thing that would break at the slightest touch.
But even so, Jing Li couldn't help but worry.
The river conditions in the entire downstream area are complex and time is tight. It is far more difficult to completely eradicate the flood than to deal with the situation in Linxi Village.
How could Qin Zhao hold on with that body?
Jing Li brought the medicine and knocked on the study door.
No one answered.
He sighed and pushed the door open.
There were quite a few people crowded in the small study. Qin Zhao sat upright in front of the desk, while the officials working in the county government stood beside him in an orderly manner.
Ordinary people are always a little timid when facing officials, but this is not the case with Qin Zhao.
He seems to have an innate nobility. He treats people with gentleness and courtesy, neither humble nor arrogant, but his every move shows the ability and confidence to control the overall situation.
It's like... he was born to be a person in power.
Jing Li was a little distracted. Pei An pointed at the map in front of Qin Zhao and asked, "...Mr. Qin, do you mean to completely divert the river from here? The scale of this project is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Would you like to consider it again--"
Qin Zhao: "I've already said that the best way to control a flood is to drain it rather than block it. Diverting the flow here can slow the flow."
"But we only have half a month..."
"Qin Zhao." Jing Li cleared his throat and interrupted, "You should take your medicine."
He couldn't help in any way and could only be responsible for making medicine for Qin Zhao every day and reminding him to take the medicine on time.
Qin Zhao paused and said to Pei An, "I have explained the method of flood control clearly. If you think it is inappropriate, then we can only seek help from others."
"No, no, no, where else can we find someone at this critical moment?" Pei An said, "I will convey your meaning to you right away, and I will come back to bother you tomorrow."
Jing Li escorted them out of the yard.
When Qin Zhao returned to the study, he had finished his medicine and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest.
Jing Li walked over and said unhappily, "We agreed to come for two hours every day, but you always delay a lot of time."
Qin Zhao pressed his brows tiredly and chuckled, "What can we do? The county has its own considerations. It's not like us in our village, where we only have to think about how to avoid disasters."
Jing Li: "What do you mean?"
Qin Zhao opened his eyes and pointed at the map in front of him: "They want to solve the flood problem at the lowest cost."
Jing Liming came over.
It’s still about money.
The amount of disaster relief funds allocated by the prefecture was fixed, but how much would be spent was uncertain. The less was spent, the more money went into the county magistrate's pocket.
It has been like this since ancient times.
Qin Zhao sighed: "That damn official..."
He retracted his gaze and looked at Jing Li: "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at you for being a bad-mouther," Jing Li said. "So, is there any way to save more money?"
"I only consider what's best for the people," Qin Zhao said calmly. "Building water conservancy projects and diverting the river will not only slow down the flow but also benefit irrigation downstream."
Jing Li: "Will that dog official agree?"
Qin Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly and tilted his head to look at him.
Obviously, he curses people very smoothly.
Qin Zhao said, "It depends on whether he wants the money or the official hat."
"Anyway, I want his money." Jing Li winked at Qin Zhao, "He'll give me a generous reward."
Qin Zhao chuckled: "Money-obsessed..."
Qin Zhao still looked very tired. Jing Li helped him to the bedroom and laid him down. He said, "We've run out of medicine at home again. Shall I go buy some for you?"
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