The construction of the Nine Canal embankments gradually got on track due to the temptation of food. In just two days, the people gathered together repaired five of the collapsed areas.
At that time, Song Shuwan was following Han Rongzhang around, while Pei Huan stayed in the city, dealing with merchants in Mingzhou City.
Han Rongzhang jumped off the river bank and took a few steps behind the men: "You guys have to work harder. Remember, it must be solid, otherwise it will not be able to withstand the water."
Song Shuwan stood on the shore and looked around solemnly. Whether it was an illusion or not, she always felt that the day was very depressing, and there was a feeling that a storm was about to come. However, the sun in the sky was shining brightly, which made it a bit hot.
"What are you thinking, concubine?"
Song Shuwan came back to her senses, noticed that there was no one else around, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Han, will it rain recently?"
Han Rongzhang looked around, with a hint of helplessness on his face: "You are asking about rain, but actually you want to know when the dam will be repaired? Why, are you afraid that it will rain suddenly and be too late?"
Song Shuwan gently tugged at the corner of her lips, without hiding anything, she expressed her feelings.
Han Rongzhang turned his head and glanced at Song Shuwan's face in surprise: "Although you can't see changes in the weather, your intuition is quite keen. Yes, it did rain recently, but I have picked out the important places. Others Even if something goes wrong, we can still fight it.”
Hearing this, Song Shuwan didn't say anything more, but stared at the people building the dam below.
The Nine Canal is very long, winding all the way from Mingzhou City, with several forked roads in the middle, one of which leads directly to the capital.
For this reason, as long as cities are close to Jiuyun River, they will pay special attention to the construction of dams to avoid accidents.
Unexpectedly, a group of bold people appeared in Mingzhou City. Not only did they not build the dam, they were also greedy for money. They were so bold!
Just as she was thinking about it, Song Shuwan glanced at Han Rongzhang inadvertently and raised her eyebrows when she found that the latter had a medical book in his hand: "Mr. Han still understands medical books?"
Han Rongzhang paused in turning the page, raised his head and said displeasedly: "I look like a Taoist fairy, how can I not be like someone who knows medical skills?"
Song Shuwan knew that she had said something wrong and decisively apologized to Han Rongzhang: "I made a mistake. Don't take offense, Mr. Han."
"snort!"
Han Rongzhang closed the medical book, looked into the distance, and suddenly asked: "Can Prince Pei negotiate with those merchants? He fought hard on the battlefield. He should not be good at business at all. He won't suffer a loss, right?"
Song Shuwan smiled slightly. From fighting to doing business, it was just a fight in another place. Pei Huan's character and ability were not scary at all.
Thinking about it, she said calmly: "Everyone will suffer, except him."
Hearing this, Han Rongzhang chuckled and immersed himself in reading the medical book.
In the evening, Song Shuwan and Pei Huan met and told Han Rongzhang about the recent rain.
"I'm not afraid of anything else. I'm just afraid of the rain coming, and the dam..." Song Shuwan paused, shook her head, and frowned.
Pei Huan said calmly: "Tang Cheng can ask Mr. Han for advice for many years, which shows that Mr. Han himself is not bad. Since he said he can resist, he must be able to resist. There is no need to worry."
Song Shuwan thought about it, so she suppressed the worries in her heart and asked Pei Huan about the result of his conversation with the merchant today.
"Five families are willing to contribute food, and the rest are willing to contribute silver."
Song Shuwan frowned: "Nowadays, food is scarce in Mingzhou City. It's a waste if you have money that you can't buy anything. Your Majesty, can't the remaining families just give out food?"
Pei Huan shook his head and said another thing in a very slow tone: "If you can take it, I will put a knife on their neck and force them to take it."
Song Shuwan walked back and forth in the hall several times: "No, we still have to ask for food. The dike is being built. The food underneath has gradually bottomed out. If we can't suppress the emotions of the refugees, I'm afraid something big will happen."
"It doesn't matter. Calculating the time, the second batch of food provided by the imperial court for disaster relief should be arriving soon."
Song Shuwan glanced at him and hesitated several times, but could not make a sound. In the end, she could only sigh.
"I hope the second batch of food will arrive as soon as possible."
After finishing her words, she mentioned the Soul Flower again: "I remember before leaving the capital, the Crown Prince said that he had found the Soul Flower. Where has it been sent to now?"
"Should be here soon..."
Before Pei Huan finished speaking, a "crackling" sound suddenly came from outside. Song Shuwan's heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly ran to the door of the hall.
"It's raining?"
Song Shuwan shook her head when she heard the inquiry from behind, and then realized that Pei Huan couldn't see, so she said, "It's hailing."
"Hail at this hour?"
Pei Huan signaled the secret guard behind him to push the wheelchair. When he reached the door, the "crackling" sound became louder.
Song Shuwan looked up at the sky. It was originally a dark night, but now there was hail, and the day was even more gloomy, as if it could be suppressed at any time. This made Song Shuwan's heart feel heavy. Can this disaster relief end smoothly?
The hail fell for a moment and then stopped. The thin layer of ice on the ground gave off an indescribable sharp feeling under the candlelight.
At this time, Song Ren hurriedly came over: "I have met the crown prince and the crown prince's concubine."
Pei Huan tilted his head slightly and asked, "What's the matter?"
"There's not enough food."
In just five words, Song Ren said it very difficultly. He knew why Mingzhou City was peaceful. If something went wrong, it would not be something that could be solved in just one or two sentences.
Song Shuwan sighed: "I still know what you are going to say. Don't worry, the prince has made arrangements and there will never be a shortage of food."
Pei Huan nodded: "Yes, everything has been arranged."
The next day, several merchants sent food. After Song Shuwan checked and confirmed that there was no problem, she had someone deliver it to Song Ren.
Song Shuwan turned around and saw Pei Huan sipping tea from behind, and she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "Your Majesty, do you have any plans today?"
Perhaps it was because she was far away from the capital, but when she faced Pei Huan again, she no longer had the same sense of urgency as she had in the capital, and her words were a little more natural.
Pei Huan heard what she meant and said, "Where do you want me to go?"
"Daliu Village."
Song Shuwan revealed her purpose and took a few steps towards Pei Huan: "I found out yesterday that Mr. Han knows medical skills and wanted to chat with him about the prince's condition."
Pei Huan squeezed his knees subconsciously: "There are countless imperial doctors in Beijing, but they can't compare to you. Why waste time looking for a villager? Let's wait until the Soul Flower comes."
"Soul flower? Did you find the soul flower?"
Song Shuwan was startled by the sudden inquiry. She turned her head and was surprised to find that Han Rongzhang had appeared out of nowhere and was staring at them with glowing eyes.
Their eyes met, and after a brief pause, Song Shuwan raised her forehead and asked, "Mr. Han is interested in the soul flower?"
