Tang Dynasty detective

Chapter 170
Thinking of Li Canghai's methods before, Chang Feng admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Li Canghai let him enter the Dragon King Temple with his scars, but instead of interrogating him, he directly blocked his mouth, wrote a confession with pen and ink, and asked Chang Feng to accompany him to perform a double reed.

But in this short time of burning incense, Broken Finger and others were deeply involved in the mystery, mistakenly thinking that Scar put the blame on them in order to exonerate himself.

The real culprit was found out with almost no wasted effort, and Chang Feng felt nothing but admiration.

"Now, the murderer has been found out. This case has nothing to do with the gods. Don't believe in rumors, let alone spread rumors. The most important thing right now is to block the breach of the Yellow River. Only by blocking the flood can you keep your homeland and keep your homeland for future generations. , I am willing to advance and retreat with you together!"

Li Canghai felt that at this time, he should play a leadership role. He was just thinking about whether he should change his style and say more provocative words, but he didn't expect those people to respond to his call.

"My lord, what you said is that this is the place where our ancestors lived. Where else can we go if we leave here?"

"Yes, for the sake of our homeland, even if the Dragon Lord is here, we have to fight him!"

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Everyone cheered up and dispersed one after another. Those who chiseled stones, those who dug soil, were busy again.

Li Canghai had his scar tied up in the Dragon King Temple, and sent people to guard it strictly. He went to the front and looked at the torrential flood, frowning.

In just half a day, the water level rose by one foot. If it continues at this rate, it will not be long before the Dragon King Temple will be flooded.

The Dragon King Temple is already very high, if it is flooded here, it means that Zhengyang City will be surrounded by floods.

The situation was urgent, and Li Canghai had no time to take care of the stele.

He ordered people to take good care of the stele and not allow anyone to approach it, thinking that he would study it carefully after the flood receded.

Also, he always felt a little suspicious about the cause of Lin Laosan's death.

Why did Lin Laosan's body happen to lie under the stele? Is it man-made or a coincidence?

However, the current situation does not allow him to think too much.

The lives of all the people in the city are at his risk, and his nerves are tense all the time.

Li Canghai looked up at the sky while observing the water level.

At this time, changes in the weather can be said to be crucial.

It would be fine if the weather remained sunny, but if the weather suddenly changed, it would have unforeseen consequences for blocking the breach.

Li Canghai could only pray that the magistrate of the Dragon King, whom he had never believed in, would not change his mind at this juncture.

"My lord! My lord!" Li Canghai stared at the water, and suddenly heard someone calling him from behind, so he hurriedly turned around.

I saw Zuo Hongji, dragging his fat body, running over with difficulty.

"Zuo Hongji, you are finally back, have you got the lime?" Lime is related to the strength of concrete, he asked hastily.

Zuo Hongji wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my lord, I not only brought lime, but also found some helpers for my lord."

With that said, Zuo Hongji led Li Canghai to the back of the temple.

Behind the temple, on the road passing through Gushan, a group of people appeared mightily, holding hoes, hammers and other things, and they were rushing here.

"This is...?" Li Canghai asked in confusion.

Zuo Hongji panted and said: "My lord, these are the people of Zhengyang City. They heard that your lord is going to block the breach of the Yellow River, so they came here to help."

Seeing that Li Canghai was a little surprised, Zuo Hongji continued, "Don't worry, my lord, they all came here voluntarily and no one forced them."

Li Canghai's eyes showed joy, he clapped his hands, and said, "Zuo Hongji, take them to dig more deep pits at the foot of the lonely mountain, and then mix all the soil, lime, etc. according to this ratio."

Li Canghai took out a previously calculated ratio from his bosom, handed it to him, and said deeply: "Whether you can successfully block the breach depends entirely on this time."

Zuo Hongji took the drawing and looked at it. He nodded solemnly: "There is an adult's method, and it will definitely be able to block the breach. Caomin is ready to go."

In addition to the people who came from Zhengyang City, there were hundreds of people near Damiao Village, and they all worked together in an orderly manner.

Before Xiao Wu got the boat, he asked the people to cut trees and bamboo on the lonely mountain.

While Zuo Hongji and others were making concrete, Li Canghai led the people and began to tie up bamboo.

Digging trenches and filling them with burned soil, and wooden bones supporting mud walls are construction methods that have been handed down since ancient times.

In order to stabilize the wall, masons usually prop up wooden sticks as a wall support when molding the wall.

Li Canghai replaced the wooden sticks with bamboo. On the one hand, bamboo is more resistant to pressure. On the other hand, it is more convenient to use local materials.

The production of concrete is extremely time-consuming. Datang has no mechanical equipment and can only rely on manual mixing.

Li Canghai said that this thing needs to be stirred constantly, otherwise it will solidify.

After those common people heard the words, they divided themselves into several shifts, stirring them in turn, non-stop.

Everything is ready, just waiting for Xiao Wu to bring the boat to come.

As night fell, countless torches lit up the entire Gushan, including the Dragon King Temple.

Li Canghai stood in front of the Dragon King Temple, quietly watching the tumbling waves in the distance, apart from the sound of the waves, there was not even the sound of insects, it was unusually quiet.

"My lord, you haven't eaten for a whole day. This is a bird I caught on the lonely mountain. It boiled to make up for your lord." Chang Feng walked up to Li Canghai with a porcelain bowl and said.

There is a boiled bird in the porcelain bowl, and half a bowl of thick soup is floating with oily flowers, and the aroma can be smelled from a long distance.

Inhaling the fragrance vigorously, Li Canghai's stomach growled. He touched his stomach and sighed: "This unbelievable stomach will reveal itself when it smells the fragrance."

Li Canghai held the bowl in his hand, moved to the porcelain bowl and took a few breaths of aroma, then handed the bowl to Chang Feng.

Chang Feng was stunned for a moment, he stared blankly at Li Canghai: "My lord, what do you mean?"

"Go and get me half a piece of steamed bun. I have a small appetite, half a piece of steamed bun is enough. Everyone has been busy all day, go and give this to the injured." Li Canghai sat down against the threshold and said.

Chang Feng was stunned, he stared at Li Canghai, and said puzzledly: "Master, why do you do this, why do you have to suffer yourself? As a county magistrate, you came to control the flood with the common people. Tang, I'm afraid few people can do it. But you don't have to wrong yourself so much, do you?"

Li Canghai glanced at him, and said deeply: "If I'm not in the position, I don't plan for the government. I don't want to be an official, so forget it. Since I am an official, I have to be responsible to the people of the whole county. As an official, To benefit one side, I, Li Canghai, do not seek to be famous in the world, but to be worthy of my heart."

(End of this chapter)