At any time, the power of the government was the most powerful. When the powerful bureaucracy was in operation, it would explode with extreme power in the shortest time.
Under Li Shimin's orders, carriages of iron materials were transported into Chang 'an City as if they were free. All the blacksmiths in the Guanzhong area were requisitioned. The ordinary blacksmiths were given the simplest task of forging the extension rod for the well drilling tools. The skilled blacksmiths were given the task of forging the kill well and the pipe for the well.
The most important well drilling tools were given to the Mo Family because the supervisor found that the well drilling tools of the Mo Family were abnormally hard and sharp.
The supervisor had thought of making his own tools, but he found out that the tools would be damaged when they came into contact with rocks in the well. In serious cases, they would be scrapped on the spot.
Li Shimin waved his hand and directly packed the tools to Meton. The supervisor, who had been coveting the secret formula of the Mo Family's village, was immediately disheartened.
Frankly speaking, compared to the price Li Shimin offered, the Mo Family's village was only breaking even with each tool. Because the Mo Family's village used the formula provided by Meton, the tools they produced were close to steel. There were several more steps to the process, and the cost was greatly increased.
Even so, Meton did not have any objections. Instead, he ordered the Mo Family to give up all their business and focus on the earth drilling tools.
With the unlimited supply of materials, the Mo Family's village exploded with extraordinary manufacturing ability. With the help of various advanced tools, the tools produced by the village were able to keep up with the production speed of the blacksmiths in the General's village. Sometimes, they even had more than enough.
With the completion of the first batch of well drilling tools, Qin Qiong's Zuo Wuwei was the first to receive the order for disaster relief. They went to the banks of the Jing River where the drought was the most serious.
"The imperial court has sent soldiers for disaster relief!"
The people of Gaoling raised their arms and cheered. In this drought, the people of Gaoling suffered the most. The seeds planted in the ground did not grow at all. If they could be irrigated at this time, the seeds would have a chance to germinate.
"Hey!"
Four soldiers grabbed the handle and pressed it down forcefully! A large amount of soil was lifted up.
Every time the soil was lifted out, it would cause the surrounding people to cheer loudly.
In their eyes, this well was not a simple well. It was their hope for survival.
Amidst the anticipation, the four soldiers also felt their blood boil, and they couldn't help but increase the strength in their hands.
Soon, a well was drilled.
Zuo Wuwei's soldiers quickly put away their tools and went to another location to dig a well. They were only responsible for digging the well, while the work of washing the well and watering the field was left to the owner of the field.
"They're out of the water!"
Not long after the four soldiers left, a burst of cheers rang out from the mouth of the well.
Not far away, Meton and Qin Qiong couldn't help but smile with relief. They had heard such cheers many times, but they never got tired of it.
The main purpose of Meton's visit this time was to deliver a batch of well drilling tools to Zuo Wuwei, as well as to complete the task of drawing the portrait of the Lingyan Pavilion.
"Meton, you might not believe me, but this is the most glorious day I've ever led an army. It's not about how many battles I've won," Qin Qiong said proudly. Qin Qiong had killed countless enemies in battle. He had never thought that there would be a day when he could lead an army to rescue people.
"The duty of an army is to protect the country. Isn't fighting a drought also a way to protect the country?" Meton said with a sigh.
"That's true!" Qin Qiong laughed heartily. He was clearly very happy.
Soon, it was close to noon. The soldiers had already prepared food, and the soldiers of Zuo Wuwei ate in batches.
The villagers at the side killed the only old hen in their house and made delicious food. However, every soldier took a look and wolfed down the food in their hands.
"General, this is a small gift from this humble one. Everyone is tired and needs to replenish their strength," an old man followed behind Qin Qiong and pleaded.
"Old man! We can't accept this. We have rules. " Qin Qiong refused with a smile. He also took a portion of the food and ate without any special treatment.
"What a benevolent and righteous teacher!" the old man muttered with tears in his eyes. “
Meton grabbed a steamed bun and found a corner to sit down. He swallowed hard. Even though he was used to eating Master Fish's cooking, he still enjoyed the food very much at this moment.
"Bam!"
Four soldiers covered in mud sat beside Meton. They ignored the mud on their bodies and gulped down the steamed bun in their hands.
"Qin Huaiyu!"
Meton stared blankly for three seconds before he recognized that the fellow on his left was Qin Huaiyu who loved to show off.
Meton hurriedly looked at the three people beside him. It was indeed Cheng Chumo and Yuchi Jingde. The last one was Fang Jun.
"Why are you guys in Zuo Wuwei?" Meton asked in surprise.
"But it's us. All the descendants of military families above the age of 15 in Chang 'an City have been recruited for disaster relief." Qin Huaiyu stuttered with a steamed bun in his mouth. As for Fang Jun, although he was not a descendant of a military family, Li Shimin had praised him for not being a soldier. Therefore, he was also recruited.
The three of them nodded fiercely. However, because of Qin Huaiyu, the four of them directly followed Zuo Wuwei as the first batch of disaster relief.
"I'm also a descendant of a military family!" Meton was puzzled. He then thought that he might not have been recruited because he was supervising the well digging tools!
The four of them quickly finished their food and went to dig wells without looking back. Every pair of soldiers had the same number of wells to dig. Although the four of them were strong, they were still not as strong as the well-trained soldiers of Zuo Wuwei. They had fallen behind by a lot and had to catch up.
The other soldiers were the same. Once they finished eating, they immediately threw themselves into the intense work of digging the well. No one complained about being tired, and no one slacked off because everyone knew that the sooner they finished digging the well, the sooner they would be able to survive the drought.
The same scene played out on every piece of land in Guanzhong. The soldiers put down their weapons, took off their armor, and madly helped the villagers dig wells without asking for anything in return.
Moreover, they did not eat a single bite of the people's food. At night, they wrapped themselves in military blankets and rested on the spot, not occupying a single house.
Of the sixteen guards, only two were left behind in case of an accident.
The other fourteen guards were scattered all over Guanzhong. Everywhere they went, they would leave behind a deep well.
One hundred!
One thousand.
Ten thousand.
Each well represented that the crisis of the drought had been resolved. The drought in Guanzhong was quickly brought under control.
At the same time, the one who had gained the most from this disaster relief was still Li Shimin. Li Shimin's prestige had reached its peak.
"A famous ruler of the ages!"
All the people of Guanzhong were deeply grateful to Li Shimin.
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