"Xingjia, have Zixuan and Ziwen sent a letter a while ago? Did you say that you didn't say what's going on over there?"

The Xu family, Mr. Xu Chengkuan was talking to the Lin Xing family. The old man was sitting on the kang, holding eye bags in his hand, and was filling the cigarette into the cigarette pot.

"Uncle, Ziwen came to write a letter a few days ago, saying that it had rained for a long time there. Fortunately, the embankment was rebuilt this spring, saying that there was nothing serious about it for the time being." Lin Xingjia sat on the edge of the kang and chatted with the old man.

"Oh, what year is this year? You said, the rain is still not over. We are all mountains here, but it is still a little short of water. You said that Zixuan, I remember Jinghan said that the terrain is flat and there are many lakes and swamps. If there is water accumulation, it will be difficult to fix it." The old man lit a cigarette and took a sip. "Now that a few children are there, I am so worried that I can't even sleep well. If I had known this, I would have sent someone to bring Jinghan and two small things back. They are too unconcerned. Zixuan is a county magistrate and cannot leave it easily. Ziwen should have come back."

Of course, the old man was most concerned about Jinghan. He loved this second granddaughter the most. In recent years, Jinghan has been outside, and the old man has been talking a lot.

"Dad, don't worry about these things. Zixuan is a capable person, and Jinghan is not that delicate lady. It's okay. Didn't the dam be built in the spring of this year? It always has some effect. Haven't you heard that many prefectures and counties are flooded by floods now, and Zhendong is still doing well now. These are all Zixuan's contributions. I think, the local people have to thank Zixuan this time." Zhixin sat on the chair, smiling and comforted his father.

"By the way, boss, how is our ginseng land this year? It's nothing to do with such a big water, right?" The old man remembered his ginseng land.

"Dad, don't worry, the place we chose is not that flat, but now we have taken advantage of it and there is not much water accumulation. In addition, the families on the mountain are also diligent, the horse road is well cleaned, and the ditches at both ends are very deep, without any trouble." The magistrate smiled and told the old man about the situation on the mountain.

"It's just the other end of the crop. I saw a little waterlogging. There was nothing I could do about this. It's raining all the time these days, and the ground was soaked. It's already early July, and I can't see that I can't take it for a long time. When the sky clears up, the water in the ground will fade away quickly. Fortunately, our tusseria this year's harvest is pretty good and we make a lot of money, just fungus mushrooms, and we have lost a lot this year. It's always raining, and we can't pick it down, and we can't dry it down, and some of it will rot. This thing can't be harvested every year, and there is no way." Zhixin said relaxed, but in fact he felt distressed. Now, just fungus mushrooms alone can get a few thousand taels of silver in a year, and the loss is not a small part.

"Oh, our farmers are like this, relying on the weather for their meals. If the weather is not good one year, we will have to starve. Fortunately, we have been living in the past few years and have surplus food in our hands. We are not afraid of this once in a while. If this is the case, wouldn't we have to go hungry? If we were not done well, we would have to go to flee the famine." The old man couldn't help sighing, "The climate in the north is pretty good, and it is usually rare to encounter such times. I don't know what happened this year."

"Xingjia, I forgot to ask you, how is the other end of the winery? You are quite close to the riverside." Zhixin suddenly remembered this and asked quickly.

"It's okay. Didn't we think of this when we first chose the place? So the winery was built on a high place, and the winery had to be two miles away from the riverside. It's okay." Xingjia smiled and said that there was no problem.

Zhixin was relieved. Although the winery shares had been given to Jinghan as a dowry, Zhixin was still very concerned. After all, this is also an industry of the Lin family, and it can pay a lot of money every year.

A few people chatted for a while, and Xingjia was about to go home. The old man wanted to keep him here for dinner, but Xingjia did not agree. "Uncle, you also know that my father has been in bad health in the past few years. Recently, because of the rain, I am a little worried that Zixuan and the others may be getting angry and are a little uncomfortable. I am coming back to the town, in addition to coming to see you, I am also trying to get medicine for my father. The rain outside is getting lighter now, so I have to hurry up and get medicine. When I come back next time, I will definitely have a good drink with you." Xingjia is thinking about the family, so he insists on leaving.

When the old man heard that he had to take medicine for Lin Xing's father, he naturally couldn't keep him anymore, so he could only nod, "So, then we'll agree that we'll have to eat here next time. When it doesn't rain one day, I'll go around the village and take a look at your father. He was still tired before, but when he was old, he came to him all. Alas, this person is not capable of being able to be young, but when he is old, he can still have a good physique." The old man and Lin Xing's father got along very well, so he naturally knew the root of Mr. Lin's illness.

"Just saying this, my father often advises me now not to work too hard. If he hadn't been injured when logging and releasing wood in winter, he wouldn't have taken medicine all day long and could not do anything. Uncle, stay at home quickly. It's wet and slippery outside, so don't flash." Lin Xingjia pressed the old man and refused to let him get off the floor.

"Boss, please send me to Xingjia. Have you put on a straw raincoat? Otherwise, I'll find an umbrella for him, don't wet. It's autumn now, and it's getting colder every day, so you have to be careful." The old man sat on the kang and didn't get off the floor and told Zhixin.

Zhixin held an umbrella and sent Xingjia out. Fortunately, Xingjia wore a straw raincoat when he came, and the rain outside was not heavy. Xingjia walked all the way to the medicine shop.

After seeing off Xingjia, Zhixin turned around and returned to the house. "Dad, it's noon, we're at home today. What do you want to eat? I'll let the kitchen cook." The old lady and Xue went to Huixin, and Huixin was pregnant again, and she still vomited very badly. The old lady was worried, so she took Xue to take her over and take a look.

"Anything is fine, just let's eat something. I don't have the intention to eat now. Looking at the rain outside, I feel uncomfortable. Boss, can you let anyone of our family go to the east to see it? I'm really worried." The old man was very worried about Jinghan and couldn't help but say.

"Dad, it's not that I don't want to go, but I heard that many places have broken roads, and some stones have rushed down, blocking the roads. We'd better not go out now. If something happens along the way, it's not good. Zixuan and the others should be fine there. Didn't we hear any news? Dad, don't worry, wait for the rain to stop in two days, and I'll let someone go and see it." Zhixin was actually worried, but the current situation is here, and it's not something they can go there. So he had to persuade the old man not to worry about it and get angry.

The old man had no choice but to stop mentioning these things.

In the morning court of Qianyuan Hall in the capital, the emperor looked at the civil and military ministers in the court with anger.

"Your Majesty, this year, heavy rain fell in the north for one month, causing floods in many places in Chenzhou, Longzhou. It is said that such floods will not be seen for a hundred years. Such major disasters are warned by God, and the court has suffered any mistakes in morality. You also ask Your Majesty to punish yourself to quell the wrath of the heavens and save the people from danger." A censor said this in the morning court.

As soon as these words were said, several very old people agreed and kept asking the emperor to issue a self-criticism.

The emperor sat on the dragon throne with a very ugly face. "According to Hu Aiqing's words, the disaster in the north was because my virtues were wrong and angered the heavens. So the heavens were punished, right?" The emperor's tone was cold, and there was anger hidden inside.

"Your Majesty is a wise ruler who has been seen throughout the ages. He is far more wise than kings of all dynasties. But your Majesty is young after all, and he is inevitably full of energy in his actions. I don't know what angered the gods, so that this disaster will arise. As long as you lower your orders to blame yourself and worship the heavens, I think this flood will definitely pass soon." The Censor Hu did not hear the displeasure in the emperor's tone, and he still said. This man is quite old, and he seems to be fifty or sixty years old, with no expression on his face, and he is still talking nonstop.

Yue Pengcheng stood up from the side, "Your Majesty, I think this flood is just a natural disaster and has nothing to do with Your Majesty's virtue. Your Majesty does not need to issue any self-criticism. This matter is purely nonsense. With this time, it is better to think about how to rescue the disaster." Pengcheng is now working in the Ministry of Works, and he happened to be a doctor in the Water Department under the Ministry of Works, and these things are under his jurisdiction.

The emperor's mood was a little better. Just as he was about to speak, the Censor Hu below said first, "Your Majesty, the doctor of the Water Department said this to him, "Your Majesty, this is a punishment from God. How can one say it is a natural disaster? Then why hasn't such a flood been seen in a century, but this year it happened? Your Majesty, this matter must be cautious. If you are not careful and anger the gods again, you may be more disasters." This old guy insists on saying that flood disasters are the punishment of the gods.

Pengcheng snorted coldly, "Mr. Hu's words are unreasonable. If God really punished him, why didn't the heavy rain fall to the capital? Isn't this more showing the wrath of the heavens? Your Majesty is in Kyoto, and all the civil and military officials are in Kyoto. If God punishes him, why did he let Kyoto go and fall to the north? Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?"

"That's because of your Majesty's great blessing and the dragon's power is here, so the heavy rain did not fall to Kyoto." An old man next to him said.

Lu Shaojin also stood up, "Mr. Du's words are inconsistent with the words of Censor Hu. Since Your Majesty is so prosperous that he will be blessed with all the people, how could he say that God will punish him? Even if he says this to the people, he will laugh out loud, let alone in this court? The floods have been encountered throughout the ages, and it is not a reproach from God. This is nonsense, and Your Majesty does not need to pay attention to it."
Chapter completed!