"It's just a little Gong Qianyu, so it's worth your temper?" Accompanied by a clear voice, Song Shiren strode over and looked at him indifferently.
"The current Gong Qianyu is not simple!" Gong Qianze said every word, with hatred in his eyes: Who said Gong Qianyu doesn't care about government affairs? Who said Gong Qianyu didn't care about the common people? He quietly recruited 100,000 people, dug ditches, and brought water from the Yangtze River to all the villages and fields in the south of Xinjiang. No matter how severe the drought was, there was no need to worry.
The common people are all grateful to him, the civil and military ministers all look at him with admiration, and even the emperor father has begun to pay attention to Gong Qianyu...
Looking at his water-delivery method, the method of delivering water that treats the symptoms but not the root cause is simply a big joke. Although the ministers of civil and military affairs didn't say anything, they must be laughing at him in their hearts...
"Admired and loved by hundreds of thousands of people, Gong Qianyu has great prestige among the people!"
The people of Niu Village flocked to the fields, grateful to Gong Qianyu. In their eyes and hearts, they could only see Gong Qianyu, the civil and military officials of the court, and him, Prince Rui of Southern Xinjiang, who were completely ignored by the people. …
Looking at his angry and unwilling face, Song Shiren's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice, "It's just to gain prestige among the common people, His Highness Prince Rui can also..."
Gong Qianze's face was slightly gloomy, and he said disapprovingly: "Gong Qianyu dug a ditch to attract water from the Yangtze River, and made a big splash. The officials appreciated him, and the common people loved him. If this king intervenes in the ditches, the officials will , the common people will definitely think that this king wants to take credit, not only will he lose his prestige, but he will also be ridiculed... "
"Xiaguan knows that I don't want the prince to take the credit of Gong Qianyu, but I want to ask the prince, do you still remember the big reservoir where the villagers store water?" Song Shiren walked up to Gong Qianze, looking mysterious lowered his voice.
"Of course I remember!" Gong Qianze nodded: Southern Xinjiang is almost drought-stricken every year. In order to store water for backup, the villagers built large reservoirs one after another. The largest one was built on a piece of dirt hill and connected to several villages. The villagers are able to survive until now, thanks to that big reservoir...
"When I returned to Beijing, I saw that the villagers in those villages dug channels to store water in the big earth mountain reservoir. It should be almost full now..." Song Shiren said in a low voice, his eyes dim : The drought in southern Xinjiang is severe. Even with the endless Yangtze River water, the villagers still habitually store water for backup...
"What is third uncle going to do?" Gong Qianze looked at Song Shiren with a bad premonition in his heart.
Song Shiren smiled strangely, walked slowly in front of Gong Qianze, and whispered softly.
A string of musical notes came into his ears, and Gong Qianze's eyes froze when he heard it: "This method...isn't right..."
Song Shiren shook his head in disapproval: "My lord, those who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters. This is the safest and fastest way to make meritorious service and gain prestige..."
Gong Qianze frowned tightly: He really wanted to make meritorious deeds and to have the support of the people, but the prestige gained in this way seemed a bit despicable...
Looking at his hesitant look, Song Shiren frowned tightly, with a look of hating iron but not steel: "My lord, Gong Qianyu brought water from the Yangtze River, which solved the severe drought in southern Xinjiang that was a headache for everyone. Looking at him with admiration, he is also a crown prince, a legitimate prince, and many neutral ministers will stand by his side. If the prince does not make some political achievements to compete with him, the half court ministers will automatically return to Gong Qianyu's command. At that time, The prince's road to becoming an emperor will be even more difficult..."
Gong Qianze's sharp eyes narrowed sharply. He is the eldest son of the southern border royal family, and the throne belongs to him. He will never give it up to Gong Qianyu...
"Okay, I promise you." Gong Qianze said in a low voice, with a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes: If this can make him ascend to the throne of Ninth Five Supreme, he doesn't mind being despicable once...
Song Shiren nodded in satisfaction. If he wants to become the overlord of a country, he must have perseverance and decisiveness in killing and attacking. He must not be indecisive like a woman's benevolence. With a little trickery, he can become an emperor, and it is very cost-effective. …
Looking up at Gong Qianze, I saw that he was looking in the direction of the large reservoir, his eyes were deep, it was related to his future throne, he would definitely plan carefully and do everything perfectly...
The story of Gong Qianyu leading the Yangtze River to solve the drought in southern Xinjiang spread, and the whole court was shocked. All the civil and military ministers praised him again and again, even the stubborn old men who were stinking all day long, also praised him!
Gong Qianyu ignored it, and stood in the shade on the top of the mountain every day, watching the people digging ditches.
The people saw all the benefits brought by the canal, and they were tempted by Gong Qianyu's half-jin of white flour. They dug very hard, and they were working in full swing. They only heard a loud "rumbling" sound, and the ground under their feet followed. It shook.
The common people looked up in puzzlement, only to see the reservoir on the earth mountain collapsed "bang bang bang!", and the torrent of clear water poured down, rushing towards them in a destructive manner, and rushed them into the water flow. Flowing forward mightily...
The people were flopping about in the water, grabbing big and small trees, and climbing onto the branches with both hands and feet. Looking at the torrent under their feet, they coughed heavily, and the corners of their mouths twitched: the water stored in the big reservoir The water was prepared to prevent drought, but unexpectedly, they flooded themselves...
Gong Qianyu stood under a big tree on the top of the mountain, condescendingly looking down at the rushing water, and frowned slightly...
At the foot of the mountain, a luxurious carriage was driving fast on the official road. The torrential water suddenly rushed down and rushed across the official road. The horse raised its front hooves and let out a long hiss in shock, then stopped. Murong Xue, who was sitting in the carriage, staggered a little. Only then did Xia sit firmly, and asked in confusion, "What happened?"
"Go back to Miss Murong, there is a flood of water rushing out ahead, blocking the way..." Wuhen's respectful answer came from outside the car. Murong Xue blinked, opened the curtain and looked out, only to see the flowing water rushing over the official road and into the road. In the woods next to it, on the dry official road, a long wet water trail was left...
A slender black figure descended from the sky and landed lightly in front of Murong Xue, looking at her lightly, with a little smile in his clear eyes: "Murong Xue, you are here!"
Murong Xue nodded: "Prince Gong, what's going on?"
Yesterday evening, a guard of the Prince's Mansion went to the other courtyard, passed on Gong Qianyu's word of mouth, and invited her to come to Niu Village and visit the ditches he asked the people to dig. She came in a carriage because she had nothing to do in the other courtyard. , I didn't expect that when I first arrived here, I encountered the rushing water...