Five Hundred and Sixty-Seven: Slaughtering the Northern Border (4)

This precious rain lasted for two days and two nights, and it was not until the morning of the third day that the rain gradually subsided.

When the golden morning light pierced through the misty morning fog, the air was filled with the fragrance of water and soil.

Seeing this, Jiang Pengji gradually felt relieved.

Just in case, she took Zhang Ping and the craftsmen from the woodworking workshop to inspect the canals and reservoirs to make sure that the water was flowing smoothly, and then she was slightly relieved.

If there was flooding after the drought, life would be really unbearable.

The dry mountain stream had the sound of gurgling water again, and the leaves that had been wilting for a summer stretched their limbs and gradually became energetic.

"The rain has stopped--"

The pond in the courtyard was filled with clean and clear water again. Under the command of Taxue, the maid put a few goldfish raised in the water tank into it and added water plants. The maid with a slender waist and elegant appearance also had a happy look on her face, with a hint of innocence.

After a rain, the weather gradually cooled down.

The air also lost its previous dullness and heat. Taking a deep breath, the spleen and lungs became a little more moist.

Jiang Pengji put on the autumn clothes newly made by the maid. The material was a little thicker than the fabric worn in summer.

Because of the influence of the fusion of martial arts, the genes of this body have been improved. At the age of seventeen, she is already taller than some adult men. Converted into the length unit that the audience in the live broadcast room are used to, it is about 1.75 meters.

Judging from this growth, it is estimated that she can grow a few more centimeters.

In terms of the average height of men and women in this era, her height is already quite rare.

"My dear, you are awake."

Taxue was the first to notice her gaze, and greeted her with a smile, and the other maids saluted one after another.

All the beautiful girls in the water, the gentlemen in the live broadcast room kept crying, and Jiang Pengji felt much more comfortable.

"Yeah." She nodded and said, "I went to the Government Affairs Office."

The raindrops hung on the branches, dripping down. Feng Jin, who had been worried about the drought, was refreshed at this time.

"My Lord, good morning."

Feng Jin greeted him,

and continued to work on the matter after receiving the reply.

Jiang Pengji flipped through the bamboo slips on her desk and asked, "Has Xiheng not come to the Government Affairs Office today?"

Feng Jin asked, "My Lord, do you want to see him?"

Zhang Ping is not good at government affairs, and he is obsessed with all kinds of woodworking. He may not come to the Government Affairs Office for ten days or half a month.

If you go to the woodworking workshop to arrest someone, Zhang Ping will definitely be there, and you can catch him every time.

Jiang Pengji said, "The rain was so heavy the past two days that I was afraid of floods... I plan to take Xiheng to see it again..."

Many floods and waterlogging are not caused by heavy rain, but by the poor drainage system under the city, which cannot divert the water in time, causing excessive water to accumulate in one place. When Jiang Pengji rebuilt Xiangyang County, he also considered the construction of sewers. However, Xiangyang County was not large, and the sewers built were not very complicated. When Xiangyang County was completed, this part was also completed.

The rain in the past two days was so heavy that she thought Xiangyang County was going to be flooded. Fortunately, the drainage systems of the new and old sewers were powerful, and the several canals built before the summer stabilized the water level, and even the farmland was not affected.

Feng Jin laughed dumbly, and couldn't help but think of the scene of Jiang Pengji wearing a straw raincoat and taking people to patrol two days ago, and his heart was slightly warm.

"The lord is sympathetic to the people and is very kind."

Before the two of them said a few words, Zhang Ping, a master of otaku crafts, came over. He was wearing a brown robe and a bamboo hat on his head. He looked very down-to-earth. Where was the style of a celebrity? Jiang Pengji put down the things at hand and took Zhang Ping out together.

The sewers of this era are very different from the sewers known to the audience in the live broadcast room.

Modern sewers are more like underground passages that drain urban domestic sewage and rainstorms. However, this project is huge and has many drawbacks for the manpower of today. Whoever builds such a sewer is a fool.

Why do you say that?

First, the cost-effectiveness is too low. The materials of ancient times cannot meet such a difficult building structure. Even if it can be built, the final labor cost and material cost are too huge, which is not realistic at all, so Jiang Pengji has never considered this.

Second, the war form of this era also determines that such sewers are unrealistic. If the enemy army sneaks into the city through the sewer and catches the defenders in the city off guard, who should be blamed at that time? This is not a pitfall, this is to pit the people of the entire city.

In fact, the so-called sewers now are just ditches throughout the city, and the drainage capacity is quite poor.

In the rainy season, water accumulation often occurs. If it is more miserable, it is a torrential flood that will submerge the entire city.

After Jiang Pengji built a brick kiln, she also specially ordered craftsmen to burn thick hollow tubes. Each long hollow tube can be inlaid with each other, inspired by the mortise and tenon joints of the beams. Then she asked people to dig ditches on the main streets of Xiangyang County, and finally buried these burned hollow tubes in them, connected in series, and connected the drainage outlets... Such drainage pipes are spread throughout Xiangyang County.

If it had rained so heavily before, Xiangyang County would have been flooded by knee-deep rain. Today is very different, and the road surface is still intact.

The two found a teahouse to sit down.

Jiang Pengji thought of the urgent letter she received yesterday, and laughed dumbly, "... I have asked the other three counties to use local materials to burn this kind of hollow tubes. When it is really completed, the people of the three counties don’t have to worry about their homes being flooded by rain when they sleep..."

Except Xiangyang County, Jiaoping County, Maolin County and Cheng'an County were all drenched by heavy rain, knee-deep.

Fortunately, the rain did not last too long, and it would subside in half a day.

Zhang Ping said, "My lord is thoughtful, and this matter should be dealt with sooner rather than later. There was no rain this summer, and now there is only a heavy rain, which is already very good. If it were in previous years, with abundant rain, I am afraid that Fengyi County would be flooded by rain, and the fields would suffer."

Since following Jiang Pengji, Zhang Ping has not had a day of leisure, but he is happy with it.

I never thought that the little craftsmanship of the Mohist School could play such a big role.

If we can focus on this and make the Mohist skills penetrate into all aspects of people's lives, the final status will not be much lower than that of Confucianism.

In order to successfully pass the rainy season next year, the drainage system must be well built.

Drainage pipes are not used in war, but they are related to the quality of life of the people, so Jiang Pengji naturally attaches great importance to it.

The two talked in a low voice, and the other people in the teahouse also subconsciously restrained their voices and did not dare to disturb them.

Because Jiang Pengji often appeared in the streets and alleys, she did not put on airs as a county magistrate, and would help the elderly farmers with farm work in her spare time. There was no one in Xiangyang County who did not know her. It was common for her to go shopping with her subordinates and talk about political affairs.

In the corner, a young man in gray and old clothes frowned slightly.