Chapter 216: Each for His Own Camp
"Three people make a tiger, but Jiangzhou might not have become what it is today."
Someone scowled at the speaker, "Master Zhang, it's easy for you to talk without any hesitation. These are secret reports sent over 800 miles in expedited fashion. The people of Jiangzhou are desperate, and yet Master Zhang is here trying to sort out the true from the false. By the time you sort out the false and retain the true, the people will be left in the dust. Master Zhang is truly missing the point."
Hearing this, a young man echoed.
The hot-blooded young man stood up and said, "I'm from the Third Division. If this is really a rumor, we will deal with it when the time comes."
Hurricanes are everywhere.
There is no consensus.
Everyone was talking at once, one person saying something at a time.
Some people questioned the authenticity of the intelligence, saying that it was all nonsense and exaggerations from those guys on the front line. It is more difficult to guard against the people's gossip than to guard against the river. What we need to stop now is the gossip of the world.
Some people want to convince the first group, but their opinions and official titles are different, so it is difficult to tell who is better.
Amid the clatter of cicadas and boiling soup, the emperor said sternly, "The news is that the prince will come anyway. How can it be false?"
The prince was mature beyond his years, and although he was only about twenty years old, he was wise, upright, and righteous. If this information had been sent by a local official, it would surely have contained many inaccuracies and falsehoods, but this news had been sent by the prince.
"Just put your heads together and come to a conclusion quickly."
Someone suggested picking a group of young and strong soldiers to go and help the prince. The emperor sat on the Sumeru throne for a long time, and finally calmly grasped the brush beside him. He had sorted out a lot of things that needed to be done.
First, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. Even if we arrange soldiers in a hurry, I am afraid that by the time the soldiers reach Jiangzhou, Jiangzhou will have been destroyed.
Secondly, we need to have a detailed understanding of the actual situation in the disaster-stricken area.
The third and most important thing is that he needs to select the most powerful craftsman from under the emperor's feet. This person must not only have extraordinary abilities, but also have a certain research on water conservancy.
There are so many things to do and so many difficulties to overcome.
"Your Majesty, asking our men to rescue is like adding fuel to a fire. How long will it take us on the road? Besides, we are going to rescue the floodwaters, not to fight a war. It's not something that can be handled by hot-blooded warriors alone, don't you agree?"
"Then tell me, who should I arrange to go?" the emperor asked without hesitation.
Although Jiangzhou is small, it is very rich. Many daily necessities in the imperial palace are made in Jiangzhou's workshops. It can be said that the word "Jiangzhou" has been integrated into people's lives. Moreover, five million is one twentieth of the total population of the imperial capital. The emperor must do his best to turn the tide and save the people from dire straits.
"Your Majesty, instead of mobilizing troops, it would be better to mobilize the people near Jiangzhou."
The emperor thought for a moment and said, "Imperial Censorate, you go and make the arrangements."
The two have gone their separate ways.
According to the previous plan, Yuchi Shuo was still raising funds locally for construction, while Gu Feixue was preparing to go to the capital to look for people.
Since traveling through time, Gu Feixue has been in exile and has never been to the capital.
The Imperial Capital still exists in imagination and people's legends. Kyoto is densely populated, magnificent, and full of flowers and willows.
Gu Feixue didn't have the time to visit all these places. She was a stranger here and it was extremely difficult for her to find skilled craftsmen.
The sun in the capital was blazing, and the burning air was like the shock wave after a grenade explosion, burning people until they felt drowsy.
Although Gu Feixue is a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, she has grown into a graceful and elegant lady.
As soon as she arrived at the long street, a few scoundrels approached her with smiles on their faces.
"Where are you going, girl, hehe."
The men surrounded him.
Gu Feixue frowned, unwilling to pay any attention to these slackers. A young man approached with a lecherous look in his eyes, "Girl, come to my house and be my guest. Come on."
"Girl, I can tell at a glance that you've come to the Imperial Capital to visit your friends. Come on, come on, my family has plenty of hot dishes and rice, I guarantee you'll be satisfied with your meal."
Gu Feixue turned her horse around and prepared to leave.
But when I turned around, those guys split up, one in front and one behind.
The lustful man with triangular eyes reached out and grabbed her shoulder, and Gu Feixue was furious.
The flood in Jiangzhou made her extremely anxious!
It took her a whole day to finally reach the capital, but she ended up with this result. It would be strange if she could be happy. Gu Feixue grabbed the man's hand without saying a word.
"Come, play a little."
By the time the man reacted, his body was already spinning in the air.
With a "crash", he fell headfirst into the grass and didn't get up for a long time.
When the other three people saw this, they knew that Gu Feixue was powerful, so they combined their strength to launch a sneak attack. However, they had no idea that Gu Feixue could deal with them as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
After getting up, these people left in disgrace.
Gu Feixue saw an old man on the side of the road and hurried over.
"elder……"
The old man was furious. "If you are old and still alive, you are a thief. You little girl, do you mean I am very old?"
Gu Feixue looked at the old man with a strange personality. The man was holding a flute in his hand with his hands spread out on his knees.
The man's face is full of wrinkles and he looks very old. How can he not look old with this appearance?
"Then how should I call you?"
"It's called Amo Gong."
The old man said.
Gu Feixue nodded, "Master Mo."
"Why don't you call me by my full name?" A Mogong was furious.
The two looked at each other, and Gu Feixue could only change the subject, "Brother, let me ask how to get to the palace."
"The Imperial Palace?" A Mogong looked Gu Feixue up and down.
"What are you doing in the palace, little girl?"
"Of course something's wrong. I..." Gu Feixue was ready to tell him everything, but at the same time, she secretly wondered, what good would it do for me, Gu Feixue, to tell this person all this? It would be better not to say anything.
"In a word, it's difficult."
A Mogong nodded and said, "Zihua City is not a place for a young girl like you. People will not pay attention to you." After saying that, A Mogong turned around and prepared to leave. Gu Feixue clearly saw that his wheelchair was rolling away without anyone pushing it.
Seeing this, she was extremely surprised.
Isn’t this person a skilled craftsman?
Could it be that I am just so lucky?
Gu Feixue hurriedly chased after him, "Where is Grandpa from?"
"local."
"Is Grandpa a famous person?"
Gu Feixue asked.
The man watched Feixue persevere, but he became annoyed and stopped to roll his eyes at her. "Why should I tell you that I'm also a nobody now? I've worked hard for most of my life, but I still haven't seen the emperor? I made wooden oxen and flowing horses, and I also made a compass chariot. I have these two hands, but there's nothing I can do."
"Hand..." Gu Feixue looked at the old man.
She found that Amo Gong's hands were as delicate as a young girl's, which showed that he was well maintained. The color and texture of his hands were clearly different from the rest of his body.
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