Da Ming Tai Shi

Chapter 272 Here Comes the Water!
Shandong, Binzhou Prefecture.

The scorching sun of July scorched the already dry and cracked earth, and the land that should have been green was now scorched yellow everywhere.

The wind blew past, not even a little bit of wind and sand could be carried away.

Where is there still soft soil and sand, all are dry stones like steel and dry corpses lying on the ground.

Now there are only two roads left for the people of Binzhou Prefecture. One is to go east to the sea, where they boil sea water and drink poison to quench their thirst, or migrate to Hebei.

But from Shandong to Hebei, all the creeks and rivers along the way are dry. I am afraid that people will die of thirst on the road before they reach Hebei.

In the 25th year of Hongwu, there was a drought in Shandong, and the streams dried up. '

The few strokes in the history books are the corpses lying on the ground right now.

The golden sun was setting, and there were a lot of people on the ground. If you look closely, this is a group of migrating people.

During this period of time, there has never been a shortage of such teams on the land of Shandong.

"Mom, I'm thirsty."

In the queue, a child raised his head, looking pitiful and terrified.

The woman holding the little boy's hand hurriedly took out a water jug ​​from her bosom, uncorked it only to a pitiful point, and just touched the little boy's lips, and it evaporated instantly.

The woman tried to pour it down, but there was no more.

In an instant, the woman burst into tears, but no matter how sad she was, not a single tear could flow from her cracked and withered eyes.

At this time, a man ran over with all his strength, and he tried his best to open his bloodless lips and shouted: "Hurry up, there is a Zhuangzi in front, there is a well, there is water."

Everyone was overjoyed immediately, and the woman gained strength, picked up the little boy and ran as hard as she could.

At this moment, the people in the team burst out with unprecedented strength and rushed towards Zhuangzi where there might be water.

Finally they arrived at the village, but outside the village at this moment, dozens of villagers were standing at the entrance of the village with weapons such as forks, sticks, and kitchen knives.

"Stop!"

"Please, please, give us a drink of water."

The woman who was holding the child earlier knelt down on the ground with a plop. She kept kowtowing and said, "Either, or give us a drink, give the child a drink, give the child a drink, his two elder brothers are thirsty dead, I only have this one son left, I beg you, I beg you."

The woman's cries hit the hearts of the people, and the villagers also showed their faces, but the old man in the crowd shook his head firmly.

"The stream in the back mountain was dried up a month ago, and now the wells in the village are also dry, and there is not much water left in every household. We don't know how long we will live. It is impossible to give it to you. You can go away. .”

"Nonsense." The man who had explored the road before snorted: "You said that the well in your village is dry, so why don't you leave here?"

The old man's face showed three points of pain and helplessness, and he sighed heavily.

"It's hard to leave our homeland, our ancestors are buried here, no matter how we go, even if we die of thirst, we will die here."

The woman untied her bag: "I have food, can I exchange the food for a sip of water for the child?"

"Food, it's useless now."

Yes, in this water-scarce moment, water is more important than food.

"If you don't give it, we will rush in and grab it." A man suddenly snarled, took out a shiny kitchen knife from his arms, and shouted hoarsely: "If you don't drink water, you will die of thirst, and you will die anyway. what!"

The old man didn't speak, he had encountered too many similar situations these days.

The villagers behind raised their weapons in unison, staring at each other, as if they would go shopping on the spot if there was a disagreement.

Now, water is life, grab water, then desperately.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

At this moment, don't talk about sympathy, protecting the water resources in your village is the greatest kindness, because without water, your relatives will die.

Just when everyone was desperate, suddenly a boy ran out from the village, shouting while running.

"Grandpa, water is coming, water is coming!"

Everyone froze on the spot.

The old man guarding the entrance of the village quickly turned around and held the boy down, and made sure again: "Be clear, where is the water coming from?"

"The Yanshan River in the back mountain and the back mountain is gushing water."

The old man's eyes widened immediately, and he didn't care about the confrontation at the entrance of the village. He hurriedly followed the young man to the back of the mountain. His legs and feet were sharper than a young man's.

When I came to the back mountain, I saw that the river bed that had already dried up was flowing down from the upper reaches.

This is, it's full of running water!

After less than a month, the Ministry of Industry finally opened up the silted mouth of the Yellow River in the Shandong section!

Although the water is not so clear, nor is it that sweet, but the old man still lay on the ground, plunged his head into the water and drank heavily.

When I looked up again, I couldn't tell whether it was river water or tears on my face.

"The water is coming, the water is coming! The sky is endless, the sky is endless."

After crying and laughing, the old man said to the boy, "Hurry up, let the people who beg for water come in, there is water, and everyone will be saved."

Just like that, the cruelty that was like a purgatory on earth just now became harmonious in an instant.

Everyone ran to the back mountain, lying on the riverside, greedily and frantically drinking the unclear river water, even if the result was a short meeting, they all had diarrhea.

The child also survived, but developed a high fever after dark.

"Don't worry, there are barefoot doctors in our village."

The village head and old man found a mountain doctor for the woman, and the woman thanked him a lot.

The doctor was in his forties, and after he came to look at it, he took the medicine that he had just boiled, boiled it and gave it to the little guy.

"Don't worry, the burn is not serious, and it should be better in two or three days."

"Hey, thank you doctor, thank you doctor." The woman didn't say anything, she just knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and the doctor hurriedly pulled the woman up: "Healing diseases and saving lives is what I should do, what are you doing?"

The woman wailed: "I have only one baby, this is the only baby. His father and his two elder brothers died of thirst on the road. If he is going to die again, how can I live?"

The doctor was silent for a long time, wiped away the silently falling tears and turned to leave.

There are too many sufferings in this world, he is just a doctor, he can't heal the world.

The world is like this, what is human power?

The people only thought it was a natural disaster, but how did they know that there was no reason for man-made disasters.

When all the people in Shandong were cheering because of the opening of the Yellow River, Zhao Ziliang, the left governor of Shandong, hanged himself at home!

On the same day, Chen Yunfu's young teacher Yiren arrived in Jinan!
"Master, we are here."

Yang Shiqi helped Chen Yunfu get off the carriage, and at the same time said in a low voice: "Zhao Ziliang committed suicide."

"Deserved!"

This sentence deserved it, and hundreds of Shandong officials outside Jinan City were scared to the knees, sweating profusely.

(Ninth change, hurry up, the monthly pass is over [-], and there are [-] more to add to [-])
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