The township master's mansion will be open until night, and the officials and officials are still arguing endlessly. Facing such a major choice, their opinions cannot be unified at all.

The so-called major choices still change in the meeting.

The initial choice is very simple, is it to concentrate all manpower on flood control, or to plow the fields while preventing flood control?

Logically speaking, the momentum of the flooding of the Gray River is already very obvious. Based on the principle of preventing problems, we should abandon everything for flood prevention, but things are not that simple.

First of all, how far will the Gray River flood? If it happens once in a thousand years, don’t be careful and find a high place to build a shelter. If it happens once in a hundred years, you can still struggle, but it will probably take ten years to complete the various projects of Zhongyao’s plan by hundreds of men, women, and young people.

The standard is reduced a little, and the goal is to protect the residence rather than the fields, which seems to be the most realistic choice. However, the fields that have soaked in water cannot be planted for a few years. Even though Ziyuan has survived the flood, and the food supported by his uncle's family will be empty-handed.

So there are a few people, actually Uncle Zhong Chenglin, who is in charge of the land and forest households, think it is better to continue to plow the fields and sow seeds and to do some projects within their ability. However, this idea of ​​taking both sides into consideration is actually to expect the Huihe River to not have floods, but has been strongly opposed by most people.

In the end, Zhongyao made the final decision: "We want both flood control and fields, we don't make choices."

As for both, Zhongyao proposed a plan that has brought new and more difficult choices to everyone.

It is necessary to convince Bojiazhuang and Ziyuan to work together to prevent floods. After all, if Ziyuan’s fields are over, Bojiazhuang will also fall into a situation where there is no food to supply.

In addition, the people in Bojiazhuang have more than one thousand men, women, young and old, and the progress should be faster, but the problem cannot be completely solved.

Zhongyao finally mentioned the monster, which shocked everyone.

"This, this is a bit too fast..."

The two gods stood up and forced the demon nightmare to retreat. Elder Zhong's mind was no longer stubborn, but he was asked to accept the living of a sheep and demon immediately, and the two tribes were one, but he still couldn't adapt.

Zi Luo and Ji Jiaorao were both present, one served as secretary, the other sat in the corner and listened quietly, and looked at each other with a secret smile.

"It's not that the two tribes will live together immediately, there will be differences."

Zhongyao also knew that it was too fast, so he couldn't accept it himself. After all, the human race and demon race were too different, so it would inevitably cause trouble if he got together.

So he did not intend to disclose Zi Luo's identity and Ji Jiaorao's bloodline. This will still be a secret for a long time in the future.

"The human race built embankments and canals. The demon race dug a tributary along the foot of the mountain to divert floods, and directed the water to the deep valley of the mountain, which was enough to accommodate the entire gray river."

Zhongyao hung up a map and pointed to the foot of the mountain west of Ziyuan. An arc was drawn from here on the map, turning from north to northwest, and entering the deep valley at the foot of Jilin Mountain. The total line was about thirty or forty miles long.

Just looking at the map, it is directly connected from the northwest valley of Jilin Mountain to the Hui River, with the shortest distance. However, it is already covered by demon nightmare and cannot do homework at all.

Zhong Zhiqiang took a cold air and said, "It is difficult for such a long canal to complete even monsters in a short time. Is it driving them?"

Elder Zhong thought of another question: "There is such a canal that penetrates the mountains and valleys and becomes a river. The habitat of the demon clan has changed drastically. Are they willing?"

Zhongyao looked at Zi Luo and the little girl frowned. This matter was obviously extremely difficult. Even if she had the identity of the Former Monster King, she would not dare to guarantee her.

He smiled indifferently. Difficulties were inevitable. Now he had to face difficulties: "I will solve them on the demon clan. In short, we must protect everything!"

Since Zhongyao has made up his mind, everyone will not say anything anymore. Although the flood is terrible, compared with the demon nightmare that everyone has survived, it is a witch.

Now that the details are agreed upon, Zhong Yao is also preparing to go to Bojiazhuang early tomorrow morning to persuade Bo Honghu to provide full assistance.

It was already late at night when the meeting ended. Ji Jiaorao took the excuse to sort out the meeting minutes and grabbed Zi Luo to her. Zhongyao came to the pavilion. While breathing, he prepared to eat some soil to replenish the soil.

At the pavilion, I used the divine power of the land to sense the surroundings, and my heart was shocked.

Qingguang flew out from his right wrist, and a three-foot long sword appeared in his hand. The clear light shone and the spiritual energy rolled up. It was the Fengying Yuezhu Sword given to him by Ji Jiaorao.

He shouted in a deep voice: "If you don't show up again, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

An old voice sounded outside the pavilion, a little embarrassed: "Don't take action by the village lord, it's me, it's... Damn old man!"

After jumping out of the pavilion, the old man was escaping from the shadows and smiled awkwardly at him, "I can't hide this hidden technique from the village master."

Zhong Yao was upset and too lazy to deal with him anymore: "I must have seen both the land and the mountain temple. Have you seen what you want? If you still have a little bit of a monk's spirit, you will tell your origin and intention, otherwise I will not be polite."

"It's easy to leave you on this land unless you are so powerful that you have reached the level of elixir. But if you are the Grand Master of elixir, why should you be so sneaky?"

The old man laughed and said, "Mr. You are still young. Not to mention the Grand Master of Killing Dan, even the Jindan Real Person, you should do such a sneaky thing without hesitation."

Zhong Yao was so arrogant. Is this implying that he is the real person of Jindan?

The old man scratched his butt and his tone became serious: "I am indeed wandering here and there is no special purpose for this place. You and I have nothing to do, but I am a little curious about what you do. I can force the heaven and earth to be named gods, but I don't pay any price. Such a person is really rare to see now."

Zhongyao listened and sensed. What made him creepy was that he still didn't notice anything special about this old man, and there was no sign of the movement of true energy.

This shows that the old man must be a master who is hidden deep and can force himself to hide deep and not reveal himself.

The old man said again: "I just heard you talk about it. What are you most anxious about now is the flood in the Hui River?"

While Zhong Yao reminded Zhong Zhizheng, who was emerging from his side, not to act rashly, he responded carefully: "Isn't the old man just washed up by this flood? Is Guanshan even more trouble than the flood at this time? Is the demon nightmare going to start over?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "The Demon Nightmare will not come back. The abnormal movement of Guanshan is no longer the Demon Nightmare's business. Even if it is flooding, if you can really drive monsters to dig through the long channel, it should not be afraid."

He looked at Zhong Yao, and the turbid old eyes under the moonlight cast two splendors: "You never thought that what kind of disaster would arise if the human race and demon race were governed together?"

Zhong Yao didn't understand: "I will handle it myself, but I don't believe that there will be any disaster."

The old man shook his head and smiled, "After all, you have a lack of vision and only look at Guanshan. I didn't expect that the disaster was not yours, but outside Guanshan?"

I was seen as a local bun again...

Zhong Yao said calmly: "Of course I know this. If you just pass the mountain and transform into a foreign land, it will cause external disasters and you will have room for maneuver."

The old man was a little surprised and asked in a daze: "At that time, I can't deal with it, I can only fight against each other. And you are as weak as a mayfly, and you don't regret it?"

Zhongyao smiled calmly: "I, Zhongyao, do things, not for my own selfish interests, but only for the merits of heaven and earth. Even if I subvert the morality and govern the human and demons together, it is a last resort. This is all permitted by heaven and earth. I am worthy of my own heart and heaven and earth. Why do I regret it?"

The old man's voice became lower and his tone became ethereal: "Is this your... Tao?"

Zhong Yao was shocked. This old man still knows what he can do.

He nodded heavily: "This is my way."

The old man pondered for a moment and smiled deeper: "It's so interesting."

He scratched his butt again, and the old man sighed: "Then I will do something, just treat it as a repayment for my peace of mind."

Take out a thick book from your arms, and the old man said, "Young man, I see you..."

The spiritual sword in Zhongyao's hand almost flew away, piercing the old man's heart. This old man is also a time traveler!?

I heard the old man continue, "The qi and blood are hyperactive and the spiritual energy is unstable. This is a sign that there is no good foundation. All the families in Guanshan have passed down their family history, and have never learned seriousness."

"This is the Moyi Little Sutra. All the martial arts have originated from this for thousands of years. The five elements are all ready and can be practiced until the golden elixir. Do you want to learn it?"

Zhong Yao was stunned. He withdrew the Spirit Sword, bowed his hands, and said, "Please teach me, old man!"
Chapter completed!