When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 780 Flood Channel

Is there any future for dream divination plus the difference machine?
Horn thinks so.

Even the technological acceleration effect of dream divination combined with a hand-cranked calculator was considered valuable by Horn.

Not to mention the remaining copies of the Mountain Copper Transformation Method.

Kerben’s current attitude is to disprove something. If he knew that his future attitude would prove it, I wonder if the old man could accept it.

Isn't this just taking Senius's slap and slapping yourself in the face?
But Horn felt that he would still do his best to deduce it.

One reason is the existing environment. Not all places have the open atmosphere of the Holy Court.

The second is the unique characteristic of Black Snake Bay scholars: “truth rather than life.”

Just like when Horn asked Istra why she wanted the Difference Machine, wasn't she afraid that the dream divination combined with the Difference Machine would explode her head?

Her response was "I just want to know how divination works. Headshots are fine, what do you care?"

According to the agreement signed between Horn and Istra, the headquarters of the Dreamless Scholars will soon be moved from Black Snake Bay to Autumn Dusk Island.

The first batch of divination lists included technologies such as the Lightning Furnace, Living Magic-Eating Fungi, and Star-Forged Gears.

If we can build the lightning furnace as soon as possible, we can start heavy industrialization.

If we can produce the living magic-eating bacteria as soon as possible, we can start the national supernatural movement.

If the Star Cast Gears can be manufactured as soon as possible, the problem of industrial power source will be solved.

According to the current progress, it will probably take another 20 to 30 years.

Installing the Dream Acceleration Card will only extend the time to more than ten years, but this is still considered fast.

It may even lead the research astray. After all, unless one participates in divination oneself, the existence of "variables" cannot be simulated.

But that’s too long a journey. We still have to get through the current difficulties first.

The current difficulties are nothing more than two: flood discharge and conscription.

"Pettier."

"I'm here, Your Majesty."

"Sort out the latest Black Rock Channel flood discharge report submitted by Senius and send it over as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

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It seemed as if the flood brought the gloomy weather.

The humid vapor even made it impossible to open your eyes.

The muddy flood carried broken oak logs and shattered clay pots, surging in the narrow river channel into a giant yellow-brown python.

Three days of heavy rain left Upper Riverside's flood defences groaning under the strain.

When the hinge of the first gate broke, a wave more than one meter high immediately swallowed up half of the reed marsh.

"The third gap! Fill it! Fill it quickly!"

The standard-bearers of the Crusader Army, wearing oilcloth cloaks, roared and waved signal flags in the mud.

Twenty black-capped soldiers, their collars stained with mud and long ropes tied around their waists, immediately rushed into the torrent carrying sandbags.

On the shore, on a wooden construction vehicle with the Holy Hammer emblem printed on it, mortar was being poured into a wooden frame made of fir, waiting to be inserted into the cracks in the embankment.

"Driftwood, be careful to dodge!"

The black-clad war-brothers formed a human wall and used their spears to push the driftwood downstream.

The sound of wooden dams cracking could be heard in the rain, and a local centurion suddenly rushed down barefoot with blood all over his face: "Holy Father! The mill waterwheel is coming down!"

The six-meter-high waterwheel rolled in the torrent, and its sharp blades swept two crusaders and their sandbags into the whirlpool.

"damn it!"

Monsai, who was soaked all over, pulled the holy gun from his waist, his eyes red, and pulled the trigger at the waterwheel with a roar.

Unfortunately, all you could see was the flying wood chips creating a fan-shaped ripple on the turbid water surface.

"Calm down!" Everyone was screaming in the whistling wind. His companions behind him grabbed the rope around Mengsai's waist, preventing him from being washed away.

When the group filled the gap, the monks accompanying the army held up the holy emblem high, and golden light enveloped them.

Three clockwork cranes hoisted granite bars with the hum of gears, and gendarmes wearing blue folding hats shuttled through the mud, distributing bundled reed mats to the leak-proofing team.

Wearing a raincoat, Senius looked at the people running in the flood and even choked up a little.

The Golden Plains did not mean there would be no floods, but it was the first time that Senius had seen such a scene. The soldiers did not whip the laborers, but rushed to the front line themselves.

Especially the Black Champions of the Salvation Army. Horn had previously said that the Black Champions had poor military discipline.

Senius thought they were very bad, but now he sees that compared with the kingdom's army that took advantage of the flood to rob, each of them is worthy of being a saint.

Unable to bear to look, he turned his head away, and the rain dripped down his cheeks and beard.

"Have all the mudslides been resolved?"

"It is expected to be cleaned up tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow? If you guys start repairing it one day earlier, we can save a lot of lives!"

"It's not up to me to decide."

"I'll pay out of my own pocket, add the money, and get it done by tomorrow morning, okay?"

The centurion stared at Senius blankly: "I, I'll try."

Looking at the departing centurion, Senius had a blank expression on his face, but the blisters on his mouth betrayed his heart.

Upper Riverside is already flooded and several makeshift dams are in danger of collapse.

Construction began in September and lasted until early October.

If it’s not repaired quickly, the flood will spread to the four counties in the plains and everyone will be finished!

After two failed dam construction attempts, Senius was appointed to take charge.

At that time, he thought that if he could achieve results this time, he would be able to defeat Kerben and at least win back one point.

But by now, he no longer had any other ideas and just wanted to finish repairing the flood diversion channel as soon as possible.

If you want to set up a suitable temporary flood discharge channel, the first step is to choose a site.

Although the flood has not yet spread to Lower River County, Upper River County has been almost completely flooded.

The river water level has risen significantly, and the normally built dams will most likely be washed away by the surging river water.

It is necessary to choose a flat river channel with rocky mountains on both sides to restrain the river.

The great Sun Horn even issued instructions that the riverbank should be filled with earth and the project should be repaired by the army.

Originally, scholars such as Senius believed that the so-called "under the guidance of the Saint Grandson" was just flattery by lower-level officials.

But once they were used on the spot, the convenient and fast sacks, and the well-organized Skitarii and Black Champions made the process much more efficient than they had imagined.

So the Holy Grandson can really give guidance?
This guidance thing is actually useful.

Whenever he thought about this at night, Senius would doubt it.

Isn't it a bit clownish to deny the identity of the Holy Grandson in my heart?

After all, this Saint Sun was born a farmer and was an accounting apprentice, and the grown-up Alvin could barely recognize a few of them.

Even if you are self-taught, you can't be so talented as to know everything.

It's not just a question of knowing everything. If it's just the basics, that's fine. It's all about the general outlines and profound stuff.

Basically, it’s the “one sentence” in “Falsely transmit a thousand-word book, truly transmit a single sentence”.

That is the result of long-term accumulation and research.

But what Senius and the others didn't know was that if they continued to ask more questions, His Majesty the Saint Sun probably wouldn't be able to explain.

There are also gaps between civilizations.

How could Horn's hometown's hundreds of years of hard work be easily defeated by Senius's ten years of hard study?
During this period of time, Senius lived and ate at the construction site.

First, a small stone cage weir was built to raise the water level, and then channels and embankment dams were constructed on the side of the dam.

Just when it seemed like the final escape was imminent, a mudslide blocked the repaired flood discharge channel.

"Holy Father." Senius, who had given up drinking for many years, took out a silver hip flask from his pocket and took a sip. "I hope it can be fixed tomorrow morning."

Under the dark clouds, it is hard to tell the difference between day and night.

Sitting under the awning, Senius couldn't even tell whether he was asleep or not.

When the pendulum clock reached six o'clock, a clay figure with only a pair of eyes showing ran over.

"Is it cleaned up?" Senius asked impatiently.

"Holy Father, we have cleaned it up and we can dig the last section of the flood discharge channel the day after tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)