Facts proved that Wei Ci's method was indeed effective. Not only did it not cause panic among the people, but it even made them more united.
However, this method ultimately treated the symptoms but not the root cause. Every day that God did not give them face and rain, the drought would become more serious.
Compared to the scene of thousands of miles of dry fields outside, the situation in Fengyi County was much better.
Jiang Pengji's brain and spirit had returned to their peak state. It was not difficult for her to explore the underground water flow. Even without this, based on her previous experience, she could easily find a place to dig a well. With such a strong backer, the water shortage was not serious.
Jiang Pengji held a honey popsicle in her mouth and said vaguely, "It's so hot …"
The boiled water was mixed with a thick layer of honey. After stirring, it was placed into a special groove mold. Finally, it was placed into the "fridge" and made into an edible popsicle. The pure natural honey tasted quite sweet, and it made one's entire body feel comfortable, dispelling the heat in one's body.
As for the "fridge"?
Of course, it was not the fridge that the audience in the streaming room was familiar with. It was also not the one that Jiang Pengji bought from the mall … That shabby and rubbish mall did not even sell a bathtub, let alone high-end furniture like a fridge. Even if there was, where could they find a generator?
The "fridge" that Jiang Pengji mentioned was actually the ice-making box that she and Zhang Ping had created. It was called "fridge" for short.
In ancient times, ice was mostly made from snow and ice in winter. Then, it was stored in an ice cellar and enjoyed in the next summer.
Jiang Pengji knew how to make ice, but she did not know the name of the ice-making material in this era. After pondering with Zhang Ping and Zhang Ping for a long time, she finally found a material that could be used to make ice. The audience in the streaming room said that it was called saltpeter, a good material for making ice in ancient times.
Adhering to the principle that good things should be enjoyed by her subordinates, Jiang Pengji had enough honey popsicles. She asked someone to send the "fridge" that she made to the other three counties to reward her subordinates who had worked hard. They worked overtime in the summer and ate some popsicles to cool down.
"My lord, water came out from three wells yesterday … As long as we get through this month, the weather should gradually turn cold."
Zhang Ping was a technical geek. The person he admired the most in his life was his lord. Her ability to find wells was better than any experienced farmer. Wherever she said a well would produce water, there would definitely be water. If it wasn't so, how could the people live so comfortably?
"More or less. I hope the heavens will give me some face and rain more before the autumn harvest. That way, I won't be considered to have no harvest this year."
Last year, Xiangyang District reclaimed a lot of wastelands. The wastelands were rented to the people in the county town for farming. Even though there was a shortage of water this summer, the people saved water to take care of the fields. For the past few months, it was unknown how much effort they had put in to take care of the crops in the fields.
If something went wrong during this period, causing a year's worth of hard work to go down the drain, it was unknown how much the farmers would cry.
The two of them sat under the porch and leisurely nibbled on popsicles. There were two halves of watermelon beside them. After nibbling on the popsicles, they used a spoon to dig into the watermelon.
When Feng Jin rushed over, drenched in sweat, this was the scene he saw — his lord was dressed in gray and brown. Her legs were crossed inelegantly. Her trousers were rolled up to her thighs and her sleeves were rolled up to her shoulders. Her long, jet-green hair was combed into a ponytail. Two strands of bangs hung on both sides of her cheeks. She held half a large watermelon in her arms and held a spoon in her right hand as she ate and drank. Zhang Ping's image was not much better!
Feng Jin's face instantly darkened. Seeing his expression, the livestream room took the initiative to add psychological words.
F * ck!
These two beasts!
Jiang Pengji found it funny. Feng Jin was born in an aristocratic family. His upbringing was very good. He would not curse at the slightest provocation.
Feng Jin stepped forward and carefully avoided the watermelon skin that was scattered all over the ground. "My lord …"
"What's the matter, Huaiyu?" Jiang Pengji raised her head. There was still a piece of watermelon seed at the corner of her mouth. She looked very innocent. Zhang Ping, on the other hand, knew how to maintain his image. He covered his mouth with his big sleeves and quietly wiped his mouth. He sat upright, but his stomach was a little full. He felt a little bloated when he stood up.
Feng Jin took a deep breath and told himself to be patient. He did not want to lose his temper with such an unreliable lord.
He said, "I just received news that something big happened in the south. The Second Prince's wife, An Yina, died suddenly. The cause of death is unknown."
Jiang Pengji's brain worked for a moment. She remembered who An Yina was.
She shuddered and asked with a serious expression, "An Yina is dead?"
Who was An Yina?
Some of the viewers who were following the updates intermittently did not know, but the veteran viewers who had a stronger sense of crisis remembered.
Waitou Lei Zhenyu: "An Yina? Isn't she the princess of the royal family of the Northern Borderline who later married the Second Prince of Dongqing? "
Fangding Zaiyu: "She's dead. Why is Feng Jin so nervous? If she's dead, then so be it."
Shenjia: "Please, can you have some political awareness?" Although An Yina was only the princess of the Northern Borderline, she was also the link between the Northern Borderline and Dongqing. The Northern Borderline had been ambitious for a long time. An Yina was a spy sent by the Northern Borderline who specialized in stirring up trouble. Now that she's dead, the three tribes of the Northern Borderline will have enough reasons to send troops to Dongqing. Look at Dongqing's current state. Can they resist the cavalry of the Northern Borderline? "
Although they had never seen the power of the cavalry of the Northern Borderline, the cavalry's charging ability and lethality had always been very strong in the ancient battlefield. If the cavalry did not encounter a unit that completely restrained them, they could be said to be invincible on the battlefield.
The cavalry was very mobile. They would leave after one wave of attacks. How could the ordinary two-legged infantry catch up?
Not only that, the battles on the ancient battlefield relied a lot on the cooperation of the army. The cavalry's charge could collide with the formation and cut the enemy's formation into several pieces, so that the army could not take care of the end of the battle. The enemy's combat power could not be maximized and could only be cut and eaten away.
According to their understanding, the terrain of Dongqing was relatively flat, which was very suitable for cavalry operations.
Once the Northern Borderline sent troops and broke through the border defense line, the hinterland of Dongqing would be at their mercy!
What was worse was that the north of Dongqing was in a mess. The drought and military disasters did not stop, and the south was in full swing. At this time, if the Northern Borderline launched a sneak attack under the banner of righteousness, Dongqing would really be unable to say anything. They could only swallow their suffocation.
The big boss in the livestream explained to the newbie.
It was not important whether An Yina was dead or not. What was important was that if she was dead, the Northern Borderline would have a justifiable excuse to send troops.
Jiang Pengji's expression was solemn. If the Northern Borderline sent troops, her Fengyi County would not be able to stay out of it.
Feng Jin asked, "My lord, what should we do now?"
The internal and external troubles were really giving her a headache.
Jiang Pengji said, "Originally, I wanted to slow down and build while nibbling away at the people to give them time to recuperate. Now it seems that time doesn't wait for me. If we don't speed up, when the cavalry of the Northern Borderline arrives, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist …"
She wanted to wait for Fengyi County to recover before sending troops. She wanted to strive to recover the entire Wanzhou after the spring ploughing next year, but it seemed that it was impossible now.
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