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Chapter 220 Volume B Gains Momentum, Keeps Hope Up

Chapter 220 Volume B Gains Momentum, Keeps Hope Up

Stepping deep in the mud, looking at the dark skyline, Feng Ziying felt that she might really be overwhelmed.

This pretense is cool for a while, but the follow-up work is really not done by humans.

The intermittent heavy rain for seven or eight days finally broke out at the last moment.

From Hechao Xifang in the northwest to Mingyufang and then to Hongluochang in Jiqingfang, everything was flooded. The situation in the south was even worse, from Fucaifang to Dashiyongfang and then to the south. From the south of the Xunfang to the armor factory at the southeast corner of Mingshifang, more than a dozen streets and alleys were flooded intermittently, and almost collapsed everywhere they went.

The proposal sent by Qingtan Academy did not attract enough attention in the court at first, even Qi Yongtai and Qiao Yingjia cheered for it.

But after all, this is not within their jurisdiction. Qiao Yingjia greeted the City Patrolling Censor Office and asked them to strengthen the inspection of the occupied and blocked rivers and canals within the five cities. It's time to take action now.

But Qingtan Academy did not stop because of this. They spontaneously organized into the city and began to investigate the worst situation in West City and South City. There was also a lot of sarcastic remarks from the department, but under Qiao Yingjia's suppression, this matter finally sat up.

Since it rained on the fifth day, the ditches in the entire west city and south city began to overflow, and the drainage system of the entire capital city began to collapse, and the consequences of soaking for many days began to appear.

On the night of the third day of July, during a night of violent wind and heavy rain, large areas of houses collapsed in nine streets and alleys of Xifang in Xichenghegou, three streets and alleys of Mingyufang, and four streets and alleys of Jiqingfang in Zhongcheng. A total of 912 houses collapsed, involving households. More than 200 households were counted, and the death toll exceeded [-].

At the same time, Mingshifang in Dongcheng also collapsed two streets, and Dashiyongfang and Nanxunfang in Midtown collapsed intermittently with more than 3000 houses, but these two streets collapsed after almost the entire street was submerged. , causing more than 160 people to be homeless, and more than [-] people were either killed by house collapses or drowned in water in the dark.

In contrast, the students of Qingtan Academy, who brought along the disciples of Chongzheng Academy to carry out the operation, have worked hard in Mingyufang, Dashiyongfang, and Nanxunfang to temporarily relocate more than [-] households of the most dangerous people. , and a considerable part of the houses of the more than [-] households collapsed in this night, but none of them died in this catastrophe.

At this time, the imperial court began to move quickly as if awakened from a dream. The soldiers and horses of the five cities, the patrol battalion, Shuntian Prefecture and even the Yuheng Division of the Ministry of Industry all moved quickly. Even the Fifth Army Battalion in the Beijing Camp also dispatched some soldiers to assist. Disaster relief in various squares.

However, this kind of chaotic system with no clues and separate management directly led to extremely poor rescue results. Under the guidance of the rescue plan and rescue manual, the rescue work was carried out in an orderly manner.

From the criticism and opposition from all sides at the beginning, to the indifference in the mid-term, and then to the gradual cooperation and participation in the later period, Fangjia and even Wanping and Daxing counties, Shuntian Prefecture, which has been secretive, joined in, making the entire rescue and relief work finally begin to step into step. formal.

The heavy rain did not stop because the court moved.

On the fifth night of the seventh lunar month, there was another night of heavy rain and strong winds, which directly plunged the entire southern city, including Dashi Yongfang, into a vast ocean. That night, the water rose to four feet high, more than 180 houses collapsed, and the death toll exceeded [-]. For the rest, the situation in Dongcheng is not good either. In Chongjiaofang alone, more than [-] houses collapsed, and more than [-] people died.

This continuous storm caused the entire capital city to fall into a vast ocean, and the effect of contacting and borrowing a large number of temples and making some preparations in the early stage showed that more than 5 people in the capital city were homeless. In the past, I was afraid that it would become another disaster, but now most of them can be settled down. Even the Xuncheng Yushi and Long Jinwei are full of praise for this situation.

"Ziying, here!"

Hearing someone yelling from the other side in the dark, Feng Ziying waved his hand wearily, and said to Fang Youdu who was also exhausted next to him: "Uncle Fang, can you hold on? Brother Dazhang is yelling over there."

"It's okay, just get through this for a while." Fang Youdu's face was pale, and the linen clothes soaked all over his body made him shiver with cold.

Although it was summer, it was really uncomfortable to be soaked in the water for one night. My body was almost weak, and I was definitely waiting for a serious illness.

"Brother Yizhong, what about you?" Feng Ziying turned to the other person beside him.

Song Shixiang gritted his teeth, "Uncle Fang can hold on, Brother Yu is naturally fine, if there is anything, Ziying, just arrange it!"

"That's okay, Uncle Fang has to run around with me. The sewage pools in Jiqingfang here are all poured out. You have to take this group of people from the patrol camp to prohibit the people in the vicinity from using the wells in this area." Although the water in this area has receded a little, the well water is absolutely unusable. Let them find a way to get water from the unflooded well in the adjacent Jiafang, otherwise it will be another disaster.  … ..."

Looking at the heavy and numb faces squatting on the street and on the roof of the house, Feng Ziying felt miserable.

Many people lost their relatives in this storm, and more people lost their old houses and properties. They didn't even know where to live next and how to survive. I'm afraid the relief work will have to start immediately. , he needs to report this to the head of the mountain and the courtyard immediately.

In this era, there is really not much to do in the face of God's raging.

The lack of scientific planning and rational layout of urban construction itself, coupled with low management and emergency mobilization capabilities, made the huge capital city basically in a state of disorderly expansion.

And if there is a slight disturbance, the epidemic will follow. Without the most basic awareness and measures for disease prevention, it is normal for thousands of people to die at every turn.

"Okay, Ziying, what else do you want to tell me?" Song Shixiang already admired Feng Ziying so much.

When the proposal was sent to the court and caused a lot of controversy, Feng Ziying's image once again attracted attention.

For more than a year, Feng Ziying tried to keep a low profile in the academy.

The students are all forgetful, especially seeing Feng Ziying studying the scriptures hard in the classroom like himself, scratching his head and unable to answer the papers, and also frowning about his poor performance in the monthly and quarterly exams. The aura seems to be slowly fading again.

But now, an article can immediately attract the attention of the imperial court. At the same time, it puts forward the concept of practicing family affairs, state affairs, world affairs, and everything concerned as the motto of Qingtan students, and it also makes everyone truly realize that this person is not just talking It's not about guns, but about doing practical things in a down-to-earth manner.

"Well, remember, no matter where the water is, it must be boiled before drinking. Try not to drink raw water. There is really no way. You must also drink water from wells that have not been submerged and soaked. All other water Can't drink."

This is also the minimum requirement. This capital city is full of feces and urine, and there are no public toilets at all. Any alley by the wall is the best place to defecate. It's the same if you are in a hurry. This is the only way to solve it. This is the status quo of Jingshi City.

It doesn't matter usually, that is, it is dirty, smelly and ugly, but once it encounters this kind of flooding, it will be a disaster.

Almost all water sources will inevitably be polluted, and ordinary people who do not have much awareness of this have no choice but to choose water sources that they think are clean to drink. In this era, the concept of boiling water is not popular among ordinary people, so A little carelessness is a plague epidemic.

"Ziying, I'm afraid this is difficult to do, right?" Song Shixiang was also a little embarrassed, this question is not easy to do.

"One heart, do your best." Feng Ziying can only do this, some places do not have the conditions for boiling water, even if you ask for it, it is futile.

Watching Song Shixiang leave with a group of people from the patrolling battalion and the leaders of Fangjia, Feng Ziying continued on.

The rustling sounds in the hall made people very uncomfortable. Emperor Yonglong did not hide his anxiety, and his hawk-like eyes kept wandering around his highness and ministers.

"Shen Qing, how long will it continue to rain?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, there is still no conclusion on Qin Tianjian's side, but according to the old man in the capital city, this situation has not been seen for decades. Only the heavy rain in the fifth year of Yuanxi can compare it." Shen Yiguan came out, Calmly played: "According to what the old man in the city said, it is estimated that the rain will stop within three to five days."

"Three or five days?" The anger in Emperor Yonglong's heart was almost uncontrollable, looking at the chicken-skinned and white-haired old fox in front of him, he really wanted to kick him down, but he knew he couldn't do it yet.

This old dog is here, and this kind of calamity can make him stand in the tank, and one day he will make all these guys who look like they are watching, nose, nose, and heart in front of him disappear in front of him!

"Three or five days, is this capital city still there? How many people are left in this city?" The sarcasm in Emperor Yonglong's words could no longer be suppressed, but this was the nature of Emperor Yonglong. , more or less everyone has adapted to it, just get used to it.

"Returning to Your Majesty, the rain is getting weaker. Although it has not stopped, it is not expected to rise too much. Moreover, the Fifth Army Battalion and the Patrol Battalion have dredged the river on the Nine Gates. It is expected that the water will gradually disappear tomorrow." Fang Congzhe, the second assistant of the cabinet, is listed.

Emperor Yonglong's complexion softened a little. Emperor Yonglong was quite satisfied with this secondary assistant, but this secondary assistant's character was a bit soft, which Emperor Yonglong both recognized and worried about.

The current government is still unstable, and Emperor Yonglong knew that he could not control the government as his father used to. This required a stronger chief assistant. Shen Yiguan should leave, but who will replace him?

"Well, the strategy of dredging the river and clearing the ditches has been sent to the desks of the princes seven days ago, but I have seen that no one has paid attention to it in the past few days, and it was not until the day before yesterday that they started to mobilize. , there are tens of thousands of people in the Beijing camp, hundreds of officials of various ranks are not as good as a group of academy students, I don't know if all the gentlemen here are blushing and shy?"

Once Emperor Yonglong was really angry, he would have such a sullen tone, which meant that the new emperor, who had been in power for three years, was already a little impatient, and even really angry.

The previous sarcasm was just a harbinger, but now it has entered the stage of a real storm, and the next step may be that someone really has to fall to the ground.

The entire hall was silent, only the voice of Emperor Yonglong echoed in the hall.

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