Chapter 190 When the Clouds Come

Liu Yansheng stepped on the mud beside the river bank. Behind him was a group of farmers holding the thick rope tightly, and also a guard.

Wubai suggested to him that he, the guard captain, should go into the water. His responsibility was to protect the people.

Liu Yansheng looked at this guy who was 18 years younger than himself and saw him panting. He resolutely rejected his proposal. The other party had tried his best to bring the long rope. The strongest people here were the farmers, who tied the long rope around their waists.

When he stepped into the water, he felt the power of the turbulent river, as if a cow was dragging his heels to make him fall, and the pulling force along the rope behind him prevented him from falling into the river.

The splashing water sprinkled on his clothes, freezing cold.

Even if the temperature here did not change much, it was already winter, and the flowing cold river water was quickly taking away the temperature from their bodies.

The head of the agricultural area grabbed the arm of the farmer who fell into the water and pulled him along the river bank, bit by bit, without confronting the water flow head-on.

He didn't let the other party let go of the plant that he had been holding tightly. If he let go, he would not be able to hold on to the other party tightly at that moment...

The risk is too great.

The water flow is too violent, and the power of nature is far beyond the match of humans. The water flow on the river bank is still like this, and the center of the river - if one of them falls in, he will be swallowed by the water flow in less than a second.

There is no room for struggle.

Liu Yansheng only felt that his body was numb under the impact of the water flow, but his hands were still exerting strength, slowly dragging the drowned person to the shore bit by bit.

He didn't have any other thoughts, he just wanted to pull him ashore.

When the drowning man's body had been completely pulled ashore, his lungs and nostrils were moving, indicating that he was still alive. Liu Yansheng realized that he could breathe freely.

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After this incident, the farmers who were rushing to harvest were strictly prohibited from approaching the river bank. If they were not careful for a moment, they would lose their lives and even their bodies could not be found.

The flow rate of the river increased beyond their imagination. All the rush-harvesting work teams evacuated directly to the other side after collecting the ginger blocks on one side. These hundreds of acres of ginger fields can be regarded as their full return.

Carrots and other plant resources that can be collected can only be abandoned.

Let the rising river water submerge them.

The drowning people were carried to the watchtower to warm themselves up early. There was a fire specially built for heating here, and the large watchtower itself could provide them with a dry area without raindrops.

When the agricultural teams sent to harvest finished counting and sat down to rest next to the small area under the watchtower, Ji Lin came.

Ji Lin received the notice and saw that it started to rain. Modern memories awakened in his mind. Cases of floods caused by increased water flow due to rainfall flashed in his mind.

He immediately changed his clothes and rushed to the scene to command the front line.

No matter where they were, their lords could always make them feel absolutely at ease when they could stand on the front line.

The one who arrived at the river bank earlier than him was the priestess of the goddess of life.

She knocked on the door of the city hall just before the rain started to confirm whether Wu Bai was assigned to work on the river bank.

Ji Lin nodded to confirm, looked at the priestess of the goddess of life, and turned to go out.

Ji Lin was a little confused, and it took a while for him to respond. His guard captain Wu Bai seemed to have an unexpectedly good relationship with the priestess of the goddess of life.

In any case, it is always good to have a healer to treat the wounded on the front line.

Ji Lin braved the non-stop rain and found a driver to take him there as fast as possible. The four or five kilometers of the journey were too slow to walk on foot.

From a distance, he saw the group of people hiding under the watchtower to keep warm and huddled together. Instead of walking home in the rain, it is better to keep warm here and wait for the rain to stop or the rain to stop.

Once infected, you have to lie down for several days.

Ji Lin did not hesitate and called the system directly to cover the original field with a row of the most basic wooden houses, so that these people could quickly go into the houses to rest. Although these houses are simple, they are still places for short rest.

Then he exchanged some firewood for the people to keep warm in the rain. With the fire for warming, they would feel much more comfortable.

After doing all this, he walked towards Wu Bai who was waving at him.

Liu Yansheng explained the whole story to Ji Lin. When Ji Lin heard that no one died because of this, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the side of the drowning person.

His frozen body gradually became active beside the fire, and the people in the same group took care of him and gave him the warm potion boiled by the priest of the goddess of life.

"What is this?"

Ji Lin noticed that there was an iron pot hanging on the fire in the middle of the watchtower. This was a large iron pot that was used to boil water when the guards needed water, and it could also be used to heat other food.

The territory had sufficient fuel (water and sunlight were needed to obtain fuel that was much better than coal mines, and the territory was not short of fuel at all), and it was a unified rationing system. Under Ji Lin's mandatory requirements, the drinking water of the people in the territory was now heated and disinfected boiled water.

The guards on duty in the distance obviously could not get boiled water from the canteen, so in order for them to drink hot water and eat hot meals in time, they were all allocated iron pots.

Some irregular dark yellow flakes floated in the heated liquid in the iron pot, but the liquid was light red in color, which was obviously not ordinary boiled water. When he sniffed it closely, Ji Lin smelled a faint spicy smell that belonged to ginger, and a little sweetness of sugarcane lingered.

Just by smelling this spicy smell, Ji Lin felt that the coldness in his body had been dispelled by half.

He looked again and saw that many people were sharing a bowl made of a large green leaf and drinking the liquid. The bowl made of the green leaf was probably the work of the priestess Leah.

Ji Lin saw Leah standing aside, giving birth to vines from the big vine that wrapped around the watchtower, and green leaves shaped like bowls grew on these vines. Cut the vines, and clear water like a spring will flow out.

The power of life magic.

If the lord had trained his own priesthood spellcasters... maybe he would be much more calm in the face of these disasters.

"Lord, this is brown sugar ginger tea..."

Liu Yansheng hesitated and stood up to answer Ji Lin's doubts.

"I bought some fresh ginger. I heard that brown sugar ginger tea can drive away the cold and dampness. The privately-produced materials are..."

Ji Lin listened to Liu Yansheng's explanation and didn't know that his subordinates also had the means to make brown sugar ginger tea. Why didn't he think of making ginger into ginger tea for the lord before?

Preventing colds and colds, driving away colds and dampness, warming the stomach, and letting the people who work for you in the rain drink a bowl of hot ginger tea, this is naturally great - you can also sell some ginger tea in the teahouse in the future.

"The incident happened suddenly. It was unexpected to ask you to come out and harvest at this time. You can just write an application report afterwards. Please help me get a bowl."

Ji Lin did not blame Liu Yansheng. He smiled and nodded, sat down, and asked him to fill a cup for himself.

Then he discussed with him and Wu Bai about the changes in the river water and whether the flood control embankment could withstand the rising tide.

The night is still long, and their work is not just this.

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