433 Si Xi nodded immediately and left with a group of people.
When they got outside, Zhou Chu looked at Si Xi and asked, "Si Xi, why did you pull me just now?"
Hearing this, Si Xi looked at Zhou Chu and said, "If I don't pull you in, what do you want to do? Persuade the leader to give up those towns? Build a dam to protect Xiantao Village?"
Zhou Chu said: "Yes."
Si Xi said, "Old Zhou, let's not talk about whether your idea is mature or not, and whether it can really stop the flood. Even if you can stop it, you can obviously solve the flood with one village, but you insist on destroying three towns..."
"So what? Xiantao Village, Xiantao Village, that's the gang leader's hometown. The gang leader's relatives and friends, and the gang leader's ancestral graves are all in Xiantao Village. Are you just going to watch the flood wash away the gang leader's ancestral graves?"
Si Xi was stunned.
Ancestral tombs, in this era, ancestral tombs are very important, they are a person's roots.
Just like after Zhu Yuanzhang became emperor, he immediately listed his hometown as the birthplace of the dragon, and his ancestral tombs were placed in Huangjue Temple, which became a royal cemetery. He also sent eunuchs and officials to guard the tombs of his ancestors.
This shows how much importance people of this era attach to their ancestral graves.
Not to mention ancient times, even in modern times, if you go and dig up someone's ancestral grave, you will see whether that family will fight you to the death.
Digging up ancestral graves, only someone who hates someone madly would dig up their ancestral graves.
If this fork in the road is not blocked now, the ancestral tomb of Chen Jiusi's family will be destroyed. What a big deal!
Si Xi had a lot of reasons at first. For example, Xiantao Village had only a few hundred people, so it would be easy to take them away. However, there were thousands of people in the three towns, and there was no time to take them away.
Always choose the lesser of two evils and consider the overall situation.
But when Zhou Chu brought up the ancestral tomb of the Old Chen family, Si Xi was speechless. Who would dare to be careless about the ancestral tomb of his own gang leader's family? Even if he was truly doing it for the people, compared with the ancestral tomb of the gang leader's family, it was really not worth mentioning.
What is the ancestral tomb? It is there to bless the gang leader. If the ancestral tomb is destroyed and the gang leader's fortune is ruined, how should he deal with it?
Si Xi had so much to say that he couldn't say anything. Zhou Chu looked at Si Xi and said, "Si Xi, I understand what you said. I also know what the overall situation is. If it were another place, I would definitely destroy the village and save the town without hesitation, but it won't work here. Do you understand?"
Si Xi nodded slightly.
Yes, on one hand, it is the ancestral tomb of the gang leader, and on the other hand, it is thousands of civilians. Thinking about it, Si Xi said: "Old Zhou, although... Hey, I'll listen to you!"
"As for those villages and towns, try to ease the pressure as much as possible."
After hearing this, Zhou Chu said, "Well, this is the only way. I will donate 10,000 taels of silver as a donation for post-disaster reconstruction."
"Old Zhou, you?"
Si Xi looked at Zhou Chu, who smiled bitterly and said, "Ahem, if you do something wrong, you have to pay to atone for it."
After saying that, Zhou Chu turned around and left. Si Xi looked at Zhou Chu's back and felt mixed emotions.
Uncle Zhong and Liu Yishou, who were walking behind, were also talking to each other.
"Ah Zhong, why are you so worried?"
Wu Zhong said: "This flood."
Liu Yishou heard this and said, "Alas... natural disasters and man-made disasters, but you don't have to worry, Zhong. Xiantao Village is the gang leader's hometown and a place where dragons rise. It won't encounter a flood. Didn't Zhou Chu just say that we should block the dam!"
Wu Zhong smiled bitterly and said, "But if this is the case, the three towns downstream will be ruined."
Liu Yishou said: "That is not our fishing gang's territory, and it happened to be a natural disaster, so we have no choice but to do this."
Wu Zhong said: "But as long as Xiantao Village is flooded and used as a water storage area, the three towns can be saved and thousands of people can be saved."
Liu Yishou said, "Haha, Ah Zhong, don't let your imagination run wild. Xiantao Village is of great importance to our fishing gang. Let alone whether the gang leader agrees, even if the gang members hear that we are going to flood Xiantao Village, will they agree?"
"Chen Xiaohu, the commander of the White Tiger Camp, Chen Heng, Chen Wang, you, Madam, and hundreds of elite disciples of the White Tiger Camp, they are all from Xiantao Village!"
"Your relatives, friends, houses, fields, property, and ancestral graves are all in Xiantao Village. If you were given a choice, would you let the flood wash away Xiantao Village?"
Liu Yishou said that this Xiantao Village is not only related to Chen Jie, there are also hundreds of White Tiger Camp disciples here!
Their parents, wives and children are all within the coverage area of the flood!
Can they agree?
Even if the gang leader agrees, will they have no objection?
This resistance is too great!
Liu Yishou shook his head. He didn't think Chen Jie had the courage to destroy Xiantao Village and protect the three villages and towns downstream.
Wu Zhong was also stunned when he heard this. He thought about it, looked back at the house, and then turned and left. He planned to go back to the village first, and then discuss with Chen Erba whether to listen to Jiu Si and prepare to evacuate the crowd.
At this time in the room, Chen Jie looked at the map and circled a few places with a pen.
If these places are used as flood discharge areas, there should be no problem. At the cost of saving a few villages, most of the towns and villages can be saved.
Chen Jie rubbed his eyebrows and said that once this matter was resolved, he would definitely raise the dike of Mianshui County.
In fact, if the levee had been raised in advance this time, with a four-meter-high interception, the water level of thirty-three meters would obviously not be a big problem.
However, the dike in Mianshui County is only two meters high. Although it can block ordinary floods, it is impossible to stop a natural disaster like this one that is obviously out of the ordinary.
The lord of the Mian River has never considered raising the dam.
Thinking of this, Chen Jie sighed. How short-sighted these Mian River lords were. They should have built some large flood discharge reservoirs in these places. These reservoirs could be used as flood discharge areas when there were flood disasters.
In normal times when there are no flood disasters, it can also be used as a reservoir to ensure irrigation of surrounding farmland.
By the way, you can also breed some fish and shrimp in this reservoir and make some money. It can be said that there are many ways to make money. As long as you are willing to invest in the early stage, you will definitely make it back in the later stage.
However, these masters of the Mian River allowed floods to wreak havoc, droughts to cause poverty, and were unwilling to spend money on infrastructure construction.
How short-sighted.
Moreover, if you have implemented these convenience measures and the people have benefited, how could they not support you? Wouldn't your position be more stable?
However, Chen Jie quickly figured out what these people were thinking.
After all, they are people of the underworld, and they have never thought about becoming independent. So even if they became the overlord of Mianshui, the first thing they thought about was to consolidate their position and make money.
Then they started to enjoy themselves, because they didn't even know how long they could enjoy the Mianyang water.
So they are crazy to spend the money they have collected with great difficulty on welfare and infrastructure construction.
After figuring this out, Chen Jie said, "If you don't do it, I will!"
Chen Jie is preparing to seize the world, and the world is so big that it will take a lot of hard work to conquer it. Chen Jie now only has a fishing gang of two to three thousand people, but Chen Jie already has the intention of swallowing up the world.
The Mian River is his base, so he has to manage it well.
Only by laying a solid mass foundation can we, in the future, when we make a call from a high place, hundreds of people will respond, thus forming a force that sweeps the world.
This is why Chen Jie would rather abandon Xiantao Village and save the three villages and towns of the Cao Gang below, because Chen Jie has already regarded those places as his own territory, and those are his people. How can he not treat them well?
After thinking this through, Chen Jie thought to himself, I wonder how my wife is doing on this rainy day.
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"Thank you ma'am."
"Ma'am, you are so kind, thank you ma'am."
"Madam, you are such a kind person!"
At this time in West City, in the spacious house near the venue, Yue Ni was standing in the house. Outside was a group of people queuing up. The drizzle did not affect their enthusiasm for queuing.
We are distributing things, so what does a little rain matter?
The people of Mianshui County lived a hard life. They could not eat meat all year round, and even fine grains were not available.
This year, the fishing gang distributed the leftover steamed buns, roast chicken, sweet and sour carp, and pork elbows from the banquet, which were the things that ordinary people were reluctant to eat during the Chinese New Year.
Therefore, when they heard that Mrs. Su from the fishing gang wanted to distribute these things to the people.
The poor people in the entire West City were shocked. Not only people in West City, but even people from other districts came to line up.
Fortunately, Chen Jie prepared a lot of things for the banquet, otherwise, there wouldn't be enough to share.
At this time, Su Yunjin personally participated in the front line of food distribution. Seeing this gorgeously dressed lady personally participating in the distribution, some people in dirty clothes did not dare to come forward because Xiaohu was standing aside, guarding them with a knife.
However, Su Yunjin did not despise them. He pulled over an old lady who was holding a child of Ruirui's age and gave her half a roast chicken and two steamed buns.
The old woman was immediately grateful after seeing this. Su Yunjin packed the things for the old woman and then took a bag containing five kilograms of millet from a disciple of the fishing gang nearby and gave it to the old woman.
After receiving the gift, the grandmother wanted the little girl to kowtow and thank her, but Su Yunjin said, "Grandma, there is no need to do this. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can go to the fishing gang to find me."
My mother-in-law immediately said, "Thank you."
Su Yunjin smiled, sent her mother-in-law away, and touched the head of the little girl who was wearing tattered clothes and looked like a little mud monkey, without any disgust.
It was a sincere acceptance, without any affectation, so the people who received the alms felt respected, and the meal tasted especially sweet.
Although they are all a form of relief, some people's relief is condescending, making people feel humiliated when they accept your kindness.
However, Su Yunjin gives people the friendliness of a girl next door.
Therefore, the people who received relief all had smiles on their faces and were happy from the bottom of their hearts. No matter whether they accepted the relief or not, they all praised Su Yunjin at this time.
"Madam Su, you are such a kind person!"
"Yes, she is such a nice person. Accepting her things makes me feel respected."
…
Everyone was talking about it. At this time, there was a monk not far away who was watching this side, and his eyes never left Su Yunjin.
He exclaimed in amazement: "His nose is high and straight, his chin is well-groomed, his demeanor is dignified, his manners are elegant, his face is regal, he must be born with the destiny of a phoenix!"
The monk muttered, "Rare, rare, I came all the way here, and in Haozhou, I saw that girl named Ma, whose appearance can rival hers, she is invaluable!"
Thinking of this, the monk walked directly into the crowd and saw an old man wearing clothes that he had found on the street. He said, "Amitabha, old donor, what are you queuing for?"
The old man was waiting in line when he was suddenly interrupted. He was startled and turned around to see a big monk.
This monk must be from a bad family, as he was dressed like a beggar, with patches all over his body, a rag bag hanging on his waist and a water gourd hanging on the other side.
Looking at this appearance, he is obviously an ascetic monk.
The old man looked at the monk and asked, "Where are you from?"
The monk said with a smile on his face: "Haha, I am a wandering monk from Cihua Temple in Yuanzhou, Jiangxi."
"Jiangxi, monk, your journey is not short!"
The monk said, "It's OK, it's OK."
As he spoke, the monk looked at the team in front of him and said, "Old man, why are you lining up here without taking shelter from the wind and rain?"