On the night of July 19, the upper dammed lake collapsed for the second time, and monstrous waves rolled down the river.
On the evening of July 20, Hong Feng arrived at the boundary of the capital.
At the second quarter of Xu Shi [19:30], the Lugou Bridge was cut in half by the flood, and only six of the eleven arches were still intact.
At about [9 o'clock] on July 21, the south embankment had breached as many as eight places, officially declaring the loss of the entire line.
The noon is blazing, and the sun is blazing.
"Zhao Rongheng's second son, Zhao Yuankun, has been identified!"
"cut!"
"Dad! I don't want to die, I don't want to…"
The executioner raised his knife and fell, and the shrill screams stopped abruptly.
Shen Lian raised his foot and stomped on the head of the rolling man, and immediately a soldier next to him stepped forward to pick it up and threw it into the torrent not far away.
Then someone stepped forward and dragged the headless body down.
Shen Lian used a cinnabar red pen to tick off Zhao Yaokun's name, and then raised his voice: "Next!"
The one who was brought up this time was a quiet young man of eighteen or nineteen.
Jin Yichuan stepped forward and looked at the young man a few times, and then he rolled his name in a cadence: "Zhao Rongheng's chief room chief, Sun Zhao Shoulian, has been identified!"
"Wow, woohoo!"
Just after verifying his identity, he heard a humming sound behind him. Jin Yichuan looked back and saw Zhao Rongheng, who was tied to a stake, struggling violently like never before.
Obviously, the position of the eldest grandson of the eldest house in his heart is far more than the two sons who were killed before.
If I knew today, why was it in the first place
Jin Yichuan sneered, and was about to taunt Zhao Rongheng for a few words, when he heard Sun Shaozong whisper: "Get closer and let him take a closer look."
These words are a hundred times more exciting than sarcasm!
Seeing his grandson being pushed down at his feet, his eyes were dazed as if in a dream, Zhao Rongheng was struggling to the point of madness, and the wooden stake that was deeply wedged into the river bank was also shaken by him!
"cut!"
However, Sun Shaozong only used one cold word to crush all his struggles!
Just listening to a crackling sound, the delicate skull fell to the ground, and the blood in the cavity sprayed Zhao Rongheng's face all over.
At this moment, the micro-expression on Zhao Rongheng's face is enough to support a 90-minute ethical tragedy!
However, Sun Shaozong's attention was not on Zhao Rongheng. Compared with the hundreds of thousands of innocent people who were affected by the disaster in seven counties of the two prefectures on the south bank, what was the suffering of a corrupt official
What he cares most about at this time is the reaction of the dozens of Hebei officials on the side!
These Hebei officials were all invited by Sun Shaozong to observe the execution under the guise of Wang Yan.
As for the purpose...
Local officials embezzling money and food for disaster relief has always been the most common tactic in costume dramas. Sun Shaozong invited them to come to watch the punishment, just to shock them in advance, lest anyone try the law!
This is also the only thing he can do for the victims right now.
Looking at the earth-colored faces, it is obvious that the effect is not bad.
"Next!"
Sun Shaozong was secretly looking at the Hebei officials, and Zhao Muen, the eldest son of Zhao Rongheng, had also been brought up.
With the example just now, Sun Shaozong didn't need to explain it this time, and the soldiers brought it to Zhao Rongheng's feet.
Who would have thought that before Jin Yichuan stepped forward to verify his identity, Zhao Muen jumped forward and bit Zhao Rongheng's leg viciously!
No matter how the soldiers pulled and beaten, Zhao Muen refused to let go. In the end, he could only tear off a large piece of the meat from the belt, which separated the father and son.
"Return my Lian'er life, you return my Lian'er life! My Lian'er, my hard-working Lian'er!"
Zhao Muen's frantic and shrill roar echoed on the embankment for a long time, and after the word 'cut', it was completely silent...
-Dividing line-
Because of the flood barrier, Sun Shaozong dragged on until the third day of the eighth lunar month, and finally returned to the north shore.
At this time, the North Shore was already a mess. Wang Yan was dismissed from all official positions and handed over to the three departments to jointly investigate and handle. As for the post of commander-in-chief of flood control and disaster relief, Xu Furen, a cabinet scholar, took over.
Even Jia Yucun was replaced by Liu Chongshan in the capital.
On the third day of junior high, Sun Shaozong went to Xuanzhen Temple to hand over the brand and waited for half a day, but he didn't even see Xu Furen's face, so he got a 'grace' to return to Beijing to report his work.
It happened that after more than half a month, Sun Shaozong was also physically and mentally exhausted. Since people didn't even bother to see him, he naturally had no interest in continuing to spend time in the North Embankment.
Light and easy all the way.
Back in the Sun Mansion, it was naturally another scene.
The cheap eldest brother led the whole house to welcome him out of the house. He set up hundreds of firecrackers to celebrate, and then set up a table of great supplements to eat with him.
After eating and drinking, looking at the messy cups and plates on the table, and thinking about the victims of the south bank who are waiting to feed, I feel that the poems of the sage's "Zhumen wine and meat stink, the road is frozen to death", it is really a very vivid image.
Fortunately, Sun Shaozong was not that hypocritical. Even if he saw the suffering of the world, he still slept peacefully in the hibiscus tent on the brocade quilt bed.
This sleep, I slept directly until the afternoon of the second day.
Sun Shaozong woke up in a daze, and seeing the bright light inside and outside the house, he covered his head with the quilt and shouted vaguely: "Furong, Shiliu, quickly bring the change of clothes to the lord, and then go for a fight. Basin of water!"
Unexpectedly, after shouting a few times, Hibiscus and Pomegranate did not respond, but instead heard some movements.
Sun Shaozong was puzzled, so he looked around, only to see a slender and full figure at the end of the bed, lowering his head to take off the shoes and socks on her feet, and she had nothing to hide except a pink apron embroidered with lotus flowers. !
The woman took off her shoes and socks, and cautiously climbed to the end of the bed, her two white arms resting on Sun Shaozong's legs, and she climbed up like a dog, but just halfway through, she met Sun Shaozong's burning gaze.
"ah!"
The woman's face immediately flushed red, but she didn't have any intention of dodging or retreating. She only expected Ai Ai to say, "It was Sister Rong who asked the slaves to come over to help you... to relieve your fatigue."
The woman who climbed the bed was naturally Xiangling.
Seeing her cute little appearance, Sun Shaozong was aroused with evil fire, but he still insisted and asked, "Then where is your sister Rong now?"
"The uncle invited the opera troupe to sing at the house, and Sister Rong went to the front to listen to the opera." Xiang Ling said, Jian Shui's pupils closed slightly, and she added weakly: "Said she was coming back before dinner."
Before he finished speaking, Sun Shaozong took her into his arms!
Xiang Ling snorted, and her beautiful eyes became even more blurred. She thought that she was going to endure the baptism of violent storms and rain, but her body suddenly warmed, but Sun Shaozong was wrapped in a brocade blanket.
Xiangling felt inexplicable when she heard Sun Shaozong say: "Your sister Rong is so kind, how can you dirty her house? Let's go, let's go to your west wing to relieve fatigue!"
Saying that, he put Xiangling under his arm and strode toward the west wing.
This wasted time is just like what is said in "The Story of the West Chamber":
I am full of nephrite jade and warm fragrance here.
Ah, Ruan Zhao went to the rooftop, and when spring came, the flowers in the world were colored.
The willow waist is placed, the flower heart is lightly removed, and the dewdrop peony blooms.