The Record of Righteousness

Let’s say that everyone discussed for a long time, and finally calmed down as the night got darker.

Wang Hao and Fang Daqing thought about coming and going, but why couldn’t they let go of their wealth and luxury and their lives of luxury.

The two of them made up their minds and did as Wan Qing said!

The next day, it was no more than four o’clock in the night.

The waning moon was about to disappear, and the dark clouds covered the moon.

The drizzle gradually rose, and the leaves were dripping with dew.

In the deep green, birds chirped.

The summer breeze was gentle and intoxicating.

Wan Qing brought two hundred remaining soldiers, still dressed like farmers.

What they held in their hands were not weapons, but hoes or shovels on their shoulders, and they set off in a mighty manner.

Li Guodong took Leng Tiancun and Lu Jianxing, and another three hundred soldiers to the southeast in the opposite direction.

At noon, they were about to arrive in Qingzhou. On the way, they saw beautiful scenery and had no intention of wandering.

There is a poem as evidence:

The distant mountains are covered with green willows and the distant water is clear and blue.

The temple is covered with rain and morning mist, and occasionally there are villagers hiding in the rocks.

The crowd hurried for two days and finally arrived at the border of Qingzhou.

Qingzhou is mostly plains and is also a large state for farming and sowing grain.

As a large grain-supplying state, and it has been managed by the White Lotus for many years, it has naturally formed a stable system.

But in recent years, the population of Qingzhou is far less than that of Jinan.

Wan Qing and his team’s destination is actually Kunhe River.

Kunhe River is the largest river in the Great Ming Dynasty.

It starts from Gongchang Prefecture in the northwest and ends in Qingzhou, Shandong, spanning nine provinces and twelve states.

Throughout the dynasties, its muddy water has benefited tens of millions of people, but it has also destroyed tens of thousands of families.

When everyone first entered Qingzhou, they were unfamiliar with the place, and the local population was sparse, so they walked for half a day before they saw the villagers for the first time.

In the past month, there has been a lot of rain, which has alleviated some of the local drought. During the sowing season, there are many farmers working in the fields.

Wan Qing wore two straw sandals on his feet, and his face was covered with dirt, and he was dressed like a farmer in coarse linen clothes.

But his face was not very dark, nor did he have wrinkles, and he was not as untidy as those farmers. A closer look would reveal the difference.

Watching the farmers sweating in the fields from a distance, he sent a few soldiers under his command to call two old farmers.

Wan Qing said kindly:

"Two old men, may I ask where Kunhe is?"

The two farmers had muddy hands and were sweating all over.

Seeing a large group of villagers, they looked quite nervous and immediately said vigilantly:

"Young man, why are you looking for Kunhe?"

Wan Qing had already thought of an excuse, and he was originally from Yanzhou, so his dialect was almost the same as those two.

"To be honest with you two, we are from a village near Qingzhou."

"Due to natural disasters and man-made disasters in recent years, the land is too dry to grow crops. Although there has been more rain in the past few days, it can only solve the immediate problem."

"In the long run, the masters of our village gave money to 300 young men in the village and asked us to investigate the water situation today and build a water diversion channel tomorrow."

"It will be much easier to irrigate the crops in the future."

The two farmers heard that the young man's accent was quite friendly, and they stood in the shade of the tree, leaning on their hoes, and opened up the conversation.

"Is that so? That's a long way off. It will take a long time."

"Let's say our village is only ten miles away from the Kun River. It took more than 500 young men in our village half a year to dig for water."

"These days, it's better to rely on yourself than on heaven and earth."

"The Kun River is at least fifty miles away from your village. With only three hundred of you, you may not be able to dig a canal in two or three years."

After a conversation, I learned that the two old farmers were brothers.

Both of them were only forty years old, but their faces were full of dark wrinkles and vicissitudes.

Qingzhou has been under the rule of the White Lotus for many years, but the people have been exempted from corvée labor, and the grain tax is slightly lighter than that of Mingting.

The main garrison forces of the White Lotus were scattered to attack the city. At this time, only more than a thousand White Lotus infantrymen were left gathered in Qingzhou City and other major county towns.

No one cares about rural villages like this where grain is cultivated, but the White Lotus sends petty officials to collect grain regularly.

The two farmers have a 60-year-old mother to support, and their wives and daughters are still waiting for a full meal. There is really no other way to make a living except working hard to grow crops.

"Then please show us the way, old men."

"We will reward you handsomely when we get there."

Wan Qing got what he wanted to know, and smiled and handed the two of them five taels of silver.

This five taels of silver is almost the annual harvest of their farmers.

"Oh, this"

"Oh, why are you so polite to us, you fellow villagers?"

The wrinkles on the faces of the two immediately relaxed greatly, and they were so happy that they couldn't close their mouths. They half-heartedly put the silver in their arms.

Then the two of them picked up their hoes and stopped digging the ground, leading Wan Qing to chat.

More than 300 people followed with hoes and shovels.

But more than half an hour later, before the rushing river was seen, everyone heard the sound of "gurgling" water not far away.

The two farmers smiled and pushed aside the willow branches in front of them, leaned forward and pointed to the clod of earth in front of them, saying:

"Young man, look, this is the Kun River."

Another person sighed:

"This Kun River is a river on the ground. It has flooded countless times throughout the ages and drowned countless people."

"This embankment is our protector."

Everyone looked in the direction of their gestures and saw a wide embankment in front of them.

Its width stretched across the eyes, and there was no end to the left and right. It was estimated to be more than 30 feet high. The embankment was planted with dense willows and covered with green grass.

"We are finally here!"

Wan Qing and everyone else looked at the huge thing in front of them and were deeply amazed by such heavenly craftsmanship.

He, Wan Qing, was also from Shandong, but he had never seen the Kun River, which was rumored to be the best in the world.

He couldn't help but feel a little taboo about starting a big war here this time.

With more than 300 people, how many days and nights can it take to dig a gap?

Wan Qing was thinking about it like this and heard the two farmers say:

"Young man, there is a small temple under the embankment in front. It can only accommodate one or two people, but it is full of incense."

"If you want to start work, you might as well pay your respects inside in advance to ensure that you are young and strong and safe."

"Thank you for reminding me, I'll take note of it."

The other person rubbed his hands, smacked his lips, and said rather coyly:

"Young man, the two of us led you here. I wonder if there is any big reward?"

But Wan Qing turned around and stared at the two of them, with a smile on his lips and said:

"Don't worry, you two, our family will be deeply grateful."

The two farmers were full of suspicion, but they were thinking why did this young man call himself our family?

Wan Qing's hands were brought from behind to in front of him, and his two hands were placed lightly on their foreheads.

The next moment, I saw that his hand was like holding a flower, and the silver needle in his hand burst out with two sounds of "咻咻!!"

The two farmers had a bloody hole in their foreheads and their bodies fell to the ground.

Wan Qing immediately stopped his hand, put his hands behind his back and looked up at the embankment, Feng Qingyun said calmly:

"Throw it into the river to feed the fish."

"Yes, father-in-law."

As soon as the words fell, several soldiers immediately dragged the two bodies up.

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