Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

After a natural disaster, it is likely to induce man-made disasters.

Twenty years ago, there was a severe drought in Xiangyi Prefecture, and many villages by the river avoided natural disasters because of the water. But the man-made disasters that follow are more terrifying than natural disasters.

When natural disasters come, people will try their best to fight and try their best to survive.

But man-made disasters come, either live or die.

The most hateful thing is that once a man-made disaster occurs, there will be a resurgence of the remnants of the previous dynasty, which will add fuel to the flames and cause countless people to be destroyed.

"Don't lose the dragon boat race!"

Mr. Xu resolutely said, "If there is a serious drought this year and we win the dragon boat race, our village will have a better life."

"Besides, even if you want to build a waterwheel, you're not short of so many people."

"Also!"

Guan Laoqi thought for a while and nodded.

"Brother Xu, what are your plans for building a waterwheel?"

"This, when I go to the county seat, I will start work when I come back!"

Regarding the speculation about the drought, Mr. Xu is going to talk to Zuoqiu. Then, through him, spread the news to Fucheng as soon as possible.

In disaster prevention, planning ahead is always better than making amends.

Besides, if the waterwheel is built, even if it is not a year of drought, the waterwheel can be put into use, and it will not become a useless thing for decoration.

"Fine!"

Guan Laoqi took a reassurance from Mr. Xu, and finally felt a little more at ease.

...

After breakfast, Mr. Xu really followed Mr. Xu to the county seat.

Regarding the matter of Li Tuo before, Mr. Xu asked Mr. Xu to run a leg on his behalf, but this time it was a serious drought, Mr. Xu felt that he had to run in person.

In addition, Mr. Xu also brought a large bowl of lychees sent by King Yan.

Xu Laosan also brought a bowl, which was prepared for his father-in-law's family.

On the way to the county seat, Mr. Xu was sadly forced by Mr. Xu to run forward, while Mr. Xu himself rode on the fake photo of Mr. Xu, the Jade Night Lion.

Of course, Mr. Xu had a good reason for letting Mr. Xu run forward.

Euphemistically called: polishing the body.

Xu Laosan always felt that this was an excuse, but he had no evidence.

Xu Laosan, who ran all the way to the county seat, was exhausted, but when he arrived at the county seat, he was severely disliked by his own father, and said that from this evening, he would run around the village three times a day. .

Xu Laosan wanted to argue with reason, but as soon as he opened his mouth, before he could say anything, he was kicked on the butt by his father.

"Stop talking nonsense and do whatever you want!"

Mr. Xu made up his mind to practice this incompetent young son well.

Don't look at Xu Laosan's examination of the Xiangyi mansion's desk, but it still can't change the fact that he is only a scholar.

"I'm a scholar who meets a soldier, right?"

Mr. Xu looked depressedly at the back of Mr. Xu walking into the county office and muttered in a low voice.

However, no matter how depressed he was in his heart, he couldn't change the end of the lap.

Holding his beloved fake photo, the Jade Night Lion, Mr. Xu hurried to the county school in a sullen mood. On the way, he passed by the old man's house and sent the lychees away. Xu Laosan hurried to the county school. When he arrived at the county school, he saw his classmates who were thinner and older than him. Xu Laosan suddenly understood his father. I mean.

However, Mr. Xu rolled up his sleeves reluctantly, stared at his arm for a while, and finally put down his sleeves depressed.

Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison.

His small and thin arms are stronger than his classmates, but compared to his eldest and second brothers, he is a skinny guy.

"It's time to practice!"

Xu Laosan waved his fist vigorously.

He didn't want to really become a powerless scholar.

Even if he can't be both civil and military, at least he can't be a weak chicken.

...

Mr. Xu had no idea what Mr. Xu was thinking. He was staring at Zuoqiu with big eyes.

"Brother, are you kidding me?"

Zuoqiu was also frightened by Mr. Xu's words.

Great drought!

This kind of words are like prophecy, even the supervisor of Qin Tianjian would not dare to say it casually.

Even if the Dao of Jie Fortune was rampant as the state religion for a while, no one dared to assert any natural disaster.

Old Man Xu rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think I'm full?"

"Also, I'm just inferring about this."

"Believe it or not, it's all up to you!"

"Of course, our Lingshui Village is ready to build a waterwheel immediately."

"Oh, by the way, over there in Fucheng, you can help me send a letter there, no problem?"

Mr. Xu did not force Zuoqiu to believe in himself. After all, he himself is not sure. It's just that he would rather believe this kind of thing.

It's just a matter of spending time and money.

But once a drought really comes, then this is a precautionary measure.

As for the county seat, Zuoqiu didn't have to do anything, he only needed to send an official letter to remind the villages and towns below, so that all villages, towns, and clans could prepare for drought as soon as possible.

As the county magistrate, Zuoqiu had to check the grain reserves in the county granary even if he did not lead the preparations for the drought in each village. After all, the work of the granary was always under the control of the county magistrate, Yang Yunyi.

Now that Yang Yunyi is lying half-dead, Zuoqiu can take this opportunity to check the grain reserves in the granary first.

"Brother, it's no problem for me to send the letter. It's just, it's not a trivial matter!"

"Fourth, I'm not talking about you as a big brother. Are you too timid?"

"Even if there is no possibility of a drought as I said, as the head of the county, do you need approval from anyone to preside over the water conservancy maintenance in this county?"

In the past, there was another county magistrate, Yang Yunyi, who came out to fight Zuoqiu. Now, Yang Yunyi, the unfortunate bastard, was lying half-dead.

To put it bluntly, Zuoqiu can fully show his strength in Anshun County, and no one can stop him.

Zuo Qiu, who was despised by Mr. Xu, smiled shyly and said, "Brother, I'm really not timid!"

"Instead, if I want to repair water conservancy, I must inform the Yamen side of the river. When the time comes, the river side will also come to intervene."

"This step down, the ghost knows whether it is a good thing or a bad thing!"

Zuoqiu also wants to do things, but he has too many constraints.

If it is anything else, even if it is building roads, he can take the lead.

But it is about water conservancy.

Without the approval from the Hedao Yamen, once the work starts on his side, there is no doubt what kind of hat will be put on it.

This is precisely what Mr. Xu doesn't know.

"Fourth, it's really hard for you!"

Old Master Xu gave Zuo Qiu a comforting look.

Zuoqiu could only smile bitterly.

This is the tragedy of Guan Er Xiao.

He is a small county magistrate with too many constraints.

Not to mention the officials of the various ministries in the capital, even the officials of the government city, even if the rank is lower than him, can make him feel uncomfortable.

It's hard for a small official!