I was the emperor in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 176
Knowing that the emperor missed Yang Ge, Jiang Bao pursed his lips and said:

"Your Majesty, why don't I ask Dongchang to send someone to take a look."

"Let's see what we can do. We can stop the heavy rain."

Jiang Bao was stunned when he heard the words, laughed a couple of times in embarrassment, bowed his head and bowed his hands:
"The old slave made a slip of the tongue."

Seeing Jiang Bao flattering and slapping the horse's leg again, Wang Fu laughed happily, holding back his smile, turned to look at Zhu Gaosui and said:
"At this moment, the heavy rain is coming, and His Royal Highness won't be able to return to the mansion for a while. How about discussing with our family about the opening of the house the next day?"

"It's all right, Mr. Wang, please sit down."

The opening of the bank was not a major event, Zhu Gaosui was responsible enough, Li Tian was too lazy to get involved, gave Jiang Bao a wink, and walked out of the back hall.

In the front hall of the Qianzhuang, the voice of the puppet was still not stopped. Although it was like a basin outside the rain, it could not affect their busy work.

None of the craftsmen who came to do the work and the old official craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry knew Li Tian, ​​but seeing the respectful attitude of Grandpa Wang to this young master, they all hurriedly saluted him.

Nodding his head slightly to greet a group of craftsmen, Li Tian walked slowly under the eaves of the bank.

Looking around, I saw a gray area between the sky and the earth, and the raindrops were densely connected into one piece, as if the sky was in trouble, and they ran to the ground overwhelmingly.

Soybean-sized raindrops hit the ground, and there is no such beautiful artistic conception in the poem. The only thing that reaches people's ears is the noisy sound of crackling like firecrackers.

Seeing the people running around in the street with their heads covered, sheltering from the rain like headless flies, Li Tian frowned indistinctly, feeling a little displeased with this out-of-control scene.

"Jiang Bao, what time is it?"

"Your Majesty, it's a quarter hour."

The ancients divided a day into twelve hours, and the quarter of Xu time was exactly [-]:[-], but in Li Tian's eyes, the sky at this moment didn't look like it was more than [-]:[-], and he believed it if it was [-]:[-] in the middle of the night.

The rain became more and more urgent, and the continuous rain curtain reached the point where the strong wind could not hold it back. Puddles soon appeared on the street, and they rose rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sound of rain is like the sound of waves, and the turbulence is like the sky.

Li Tian looked secretly startled, wiped the cold rainwater off his face, and suddenly felt bad.

With such a heavy rain, the drainage system in the capital may not be able to hold it.

"Your Majesty, look quickly."

Old Jiang Bao pointed to the distance and exclaimed.

Looking in the direction of Jiang Bao's finger, Li Tian's pupils suddenly shrank, and his face changed drastically.

At the intersection of Haiyun Street and Taicang Street, a half-foot-high wave of muddy yellow water was rushing towards Taicang at an extremely fast speed.

"Your Majesty, so much soil must be poured from the drain of Beijuxianfang."

Jiang Bao spoke eagerly, and Li Tian also looked very solemn.

In less than a quarter of an hour after the heavy rain fell, the drainage ditch in Beijuxianfang could no longer hold up. If it continued like this, wouldn't the entire capital's drainage system collapse.

The capital is surrounded by mountains on both sides, and the terrain in the northwest is much higher than that in the southeast. Li Tian can completely imagine that the rainwater in the entire capital rushes towards the three lanes in the southeast.

"I can't wait any longer, Jiang Bao, give Wu Zhong an order to bring someone to see me quickly."

The rain was urgent, Jiang Bao didn't talk nonsense, and he made a promise and plunged into the bank.

Zhu Gaosui's carriage was parked at the back door of the bank. When the heavy rain hit, the servants of Zhu Gaosui's house had already moved the horses into the stables to shelter from the rain.

Jiang Bao was so anxious that he didn't inform the servants of Zhu Gaosui's house. He dragged a tall horse and rushed out of the back door of the bank without a moment's leisure.

The torrential rain poured in, and the entire Haiyun Avenue began to accumulate water. The small puddles had long since disappeared.

Haiyun Street has been built since Yongle in 18 years, and it has been renovated every year. A street is paved with stone blue bricks, and the best drainage system in the capital is under it.

Seeing that the Haiyun Street was starting to accumulate water, Li Tian felt more and more bad, so he rushed into the back hall quickly, looked at Wang Fu and Wang Fu who were laughing and said:

"Wang Fu, pass on my oral order to order Shuntian Mansion, Daxing County, Wanping County, and Dongcheng Bingma Division to dispatch all my staff to Mingshifang immediately, and prepare to intercept the flood."

Seeing the emperor's stern face, Wang Fu's expression immediately turned serious, and he didn't dare to ask anything, he bowed his hand and hurried out of the back hall.

Li Tian crackled and made arrangements, and Zhu Gaosui hurriedly stood up in fright, and said cautiously:

"Brother, what happened?"

"It's raining too much, and the capital is likely to be flooded."

"Flooding?"

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar word, Zhu Gaosui was a little dazed for a moment, the capital city has not experienced waterlogging for many years.

"Brother Huang, the capital is connected to the Haihe River, and it is also connected to the canal. There are dozens of rivers passing through the city, and there are countless drainage ditches. How can there be any danger of waterlogging?"

Li Tian didn't talk nonsense, he directly pulled Zhu Gaosui out of the back hall, pointed to the intersection of two streets not far away, squinted his eyes slightly and said:

"Not even a moment after the heavy rain fell, the drainage ditch in Beijuxianfang has begun to backfill. If the rain doesn't stop for half an hour, do you think the capital will be flooded?"

Looking at the turbulent water waves not far away, Zhu Gaosui took a breath, but thinking about the terrain of the inner city, he subconsciously said:

"Brother Huang, there are moats more than two feet wide outside Zhengyangmen, Chongwenmen, and Dongbianmen. Dongbianmen is connected to the main channel of the canal. Water may accumulate in the city, but there is absolutely no danger of waterlogging."

"Zhengyangmen? Chongwenmen? Dongbianmen?"

Li Tian asked three times in a row, each in a higher tone, and at the end of the question he directly kicked Zhu Gaosui:
"Outside Zhengyang Gate, the people in the outer city are not considered people in your eyes, are they?"

Zhu Gaosui has been kicked before, and when his butt hurts, he hastened to cover his hands and yelled:

"The younger brother made a slip of the tongue, the younger brother slipped the tongue."

After glaring at Zhu Gaosui coldly, Li Tian didn't bother to kick again, and couldn't help but start to worry about the people in the outer city.

The moat in the inner city is indeed wide, but it runs from east to west, and the water waves gathered by the torrential rain swoop down from north to south.

It would be best if the moat could hold back the raging water waves, but if it couldn't, the people in the outer city would have suffered a long time ago.

The capital is divided into the inner city and the outer city. The people living in the inner city basically have surplus money in their families, so they can be regarded as decent people from the capital.

As for the people in the outer cities, if they fled and settled down, or longed for the capital, their families could only barely make ends meet, and if there was a slight natural or man-made disaster, they would be destitute.

There are 36 squares in the capital city, and only eight squares in the outer city, but in these eight squares, more than half of the million people in the capital city live.

As the emperor of Ming Dynasty, Li Tian asked himself, he couldn't ignore the hundreds of thousands of people in the outer city no matter what.

(End of this chapter)