Three Kingdoms: I rely on system loopholes to survive

The river wind became increasingly violent, leaden clouds covered the city. Zhong Ping stood on the embankment, his straw raincoat rustling in the rain.

While staring at the water level, he opened the system and used the "weather forecast" to check the upcoming rain. Fortunately, there would be a break between Chou time and Chen time, so there was still time to reinforce the levee and divert water to flood the river. He finally felt confident.

Zhong Ping had already put away the bamboo slips in his hand, and replaced them with a yellowed map. The map showed the winding tributaries of the Li River. His fingertips heavily drew over several depressions and said to Li Meng in a deep voice: "After the flood is released, quickly divert the water into the West Canal, and then divide it into three routes around Guangxin City, and divert it into Yu, Feng, and Qin, so that the city can be safe."

Li Meng took the order and left. Hundreds of young and strong men wielded their hoes like flying, and crisscrossed ditches in the mud. They only needed to dredge the silt washed down by the heavy rain so that the river water could be diverted into tributaries.

Zhong Ping was soaked to the skin, but he didn't even have time to catch his breath. He shouted, "Tamp the earth to raise the base of the embankment! Use bundles of reeds as the base and cover it with mud!"

He jumped down in three or two steps and moved among the crowd. Thanks to his good charm, these young men who lived with Zhong Ping every day could barely follow his orders, even if they did not obey his orders blindly. Faced with the surging river water, they could also cooperate in an orderly manner according to Zhong Ping's orders.

Torches flickered in the rainy night, and people's shadows were like ants. Reeds, mud, sand and stones had been prepared in advance, and they were all used at this moment. The embankment rose inch by inch until the east turned white, the rain gradually stopped, and the river waves finally subsided.

Guangxin built a total of two large canals, both of which were based on the "Water Department Style" of the Tang Dynasty. Zhong Ping installed sluice gates, built sluice gates with wood and stone, and reinforced them with lime, mud and sand. They were extremely solid, and canal chiefs and sluice gate chiefs were appointed to supervise them together. Zhong Ping was not worried about any problems at these two places, but to be absolutely sure, he went to take a look in person.

He knew that there would be no rain in the next few hours, so it was a good time to reinforce the dam. He did not even bother to change clothes or eat, and returned to the riverside after making sure everything was correct.

Zhong Ping had also managed floods in Dongjun before. He expertly ordered these strong men to lay the previously prepared shovels into the river. The waves were visibly suppressed by the shovels.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If it weren't for the different dialects in Guangxin, making it difficult to organize a Qu Society, why would he have to work so hard?
By the time it was Mao time, Zhong Ping was already seeing stars and might go down to accompany his grandmother at any time. Fortunately, the system was keeping him alive. Although his face looked a little ugly, he was still able to run and jump.

At the same time, Xu Jing, who was shaking the tortoise shell for divination in Jiaozhi, fell into deep thought.

How come this person is dead and alive again, with his life lamp flickering?

In Longbian City, the eyes of the soldiers were full of joy. This rainstorm was a godsend for them. Cangwu was under the Li River and would be hit by floods after tonight. If they contacted the Li people in the South China Sea to attack Liu Bei together, taking Cangwu would be as easy as taking something out of a bag!
"Don't worry, Sir. I will take the boat down and reach the South China Sea early the next morning. Please agree on the order so that we can cooperate with you."

The general was delighted. Shi Xie, who was at the top, saw the hideous beast head tattooed on his face. His contempt was gone in an instant. He smiled and said, "At midnight, the leader will attack Gaoyao, and we brothers will attack Pingnan. We will attack from both sides. How can Liu Bei be distracted to take care of both?"

"Then follow Shi Gong's plan."

Qu Shuai responded and performed an awkward Han ritual. As he was leaving, he kept glancing at the maid who was standing there.

"After the task is completed, I will reward the chief with three hundred beautiful women."

Shi Xie saw what he meant and didn't want to delay the important matter, so he just made a promise with words, which coaxed Naqu General to express his gratitude in barbarian language again and again, and his steps became much lighter.

"Brother, it's this barbarian who is clearly asking for your help, why are you still so discouraged? What are you doing to this barbarian woman?"

Shi Wu claimed to be the son of an aristocratic family, and he looked down on the Li people. If he didn't want to control Jiaozhou, why would he be willing to condescend to interact with these Li people? Even if he had to cooperate now, in the future, when all the nine counties of Jiaozhou were in his hands, these Li people would be the first to bear the brunt.

"It's just a verbal remark." Shi Xie sneered, "This tribe of Li people was severely injured by Guan Yu and Zhang Fei. I think they only have a thousand soldiers available. How can they hold on to Nanhai? I'm afraid they can't stay in Nanhai anymore, so they want to use my influence to occupy a place in Cangwu."

"Then..." Shi Wu's eyes moved, "Brother, are you interested in the so-called salt road? I just don't know how credible it is." Shi Xie just smiled and said nothing more on this topic. He just stood up and walked to the window to look at the sky: "It will be better if the rain gets heavier. Tomorrow I will go to Wen Xiu to ask for a divination and find an auspicious time to send troops."

Just as the system's weather forecast showed, after the hour of Chen, heavy rain poured down. After making sure that Guangxin was safe, Zhong Ping asked Liu Bei for permission to go to Mengling to control the flood. Under Liu Bei's repeated requests, he had to take Fan A and two hundred Bai Li soldiers who had returned from Lizhai with a bitter face.

Fan A was whispering with the shaman beside him all the way, and glanced at Zhong Ping from time to time. Zhong Ping felt very uncomfortable on the boat. Although he could not understand what the two people were saying, their greedy eyes followed him like a shadow, as if they wanted to cut him into human slices from a distance.

It was already noon when they arrived at Mengling. The rain had weakened slightly compared to before, but Zhong Ping knew that the rain would get heavier in a while, so he silently wrapped himself tightly in his raincoat and curled himself up into a ball.

"Boheng, I have a homemade recipe..."

As soon as the boat docked, Fan A came up to me impatiently and said, "I see you are distracted. Is there something wrong with your breathing? I just learned the art of summoning spirits, which is specially used to treat infatuation."

Zhong Ping almost couldn't maintain the expression on his face. He felt uneasy, afraid that his identity as a time traveler would be exposed. But after taking a few glances at Fan A's expression, it seemed that he simply wanted to try the prescription on him, so there was nothing unusual.

"The most urgent thing is to check the dam and canal in Mengling first. As for the prescription, let's try it after we return to Guangxin, okay?"

Fan A had been battling with Zhong Ping for a long time, and knowing Zhong Ping's character, he thought that getting him to agree to try would be a huge improvement, so he put the matter aside for the time being.

"Oh, that's right." Zhong Ping patted his head and said to Li Meng, "Brother, please take a few people to find Quzhang and Gongcao first."

Li Meng was still pondering the "good prescription" mentioned by Fan A. When he heard Zhong Ping's order, he asked two lieutenants to escort Zhong Ping closely, and then he put on his hat and went into the city first.

"Epidemics often occur after floods. I wonder if the prevention and treatment prescriptions Mr. Fan left in Guangxin can be used in Mengling?"

The flood in Guangxin was contained by Zhongping before it became widespread, and the city was always stocked with medicinal materials, so the possibility of an epidemic was low. However, it was Mengling who made Zhongping worried.

Although the canal in Mengling was also built according to his requirements, Zhong Ping only inspected the dam and canal two or three times. The rest of the time he was in Guangxin repairing the sluice gate. Naturally, he was afraid that the local officials would make any omissions and cause a disaster when encountering this rainstorm.

Fortunately, in the end it was proved that he was just worrying too much. Liu Bei's strict screening was indeed effective. The newly appointed magistrate of Mengling County was an unsuccessful commoner in Jingzhou. Most of the other officials had a basic understanding of literature and art, and the worst could recognize a few words. They were extremely dedicated to digging canals and preventing floods. In addition, the local river channels were deep and wide, so the floods were not as turbulent as those in Guangxin, and it was easier to control.

Zhong Ping could finally have a good night's sleep. It must be said that Fan A's new prescription had a great calming effect. After drinking it, he felt much calmer, all his anxieties and worries faded away. He closed his eyes beautifully, planning to sleep for a full eight hours. He would get up at noon the next day to check the canals used in the fields and see how the rice planting was going.

But things did not go as planned, and Zhong Ping's rare good sleep was soon broken by the magistrate of Mengling County.

He opened his eyes dazedly, and before he could say goodbye to Zhou Gong, he saw a large face occupying his entire field of vision, and heard a voice calling out as if urging his life: "Sir! Sir, wake up! Shi Xie raided Pingnan overnight, and now Pingnan has been lost, and he is heading towards Mengling!"

Zhong Ping sat up in shock from his dying illness, and the first thing he did was to use extremely beautiful words in his heart to express his most sincere greetings and blessings to his eighteen generations of ancestors, with Shi Xie as the radius. The resentment in his body was so full that it was overflowing, and it could almost support dozens of evil sword immortals.

"...I understand. I will stand up now. Please wait for a moment, Your Excellency."

(End of this chapter)