"I moved out, and I can't see her again."
When Meng Zhenyao heard Ma Xinggui mention this, he immediately replied with some lack of interest.
Wu Jicai wanted to compliment Ma Xinggui, but he didn't want Meng Zhenyao to just avoid him, so he came over with a wine glass.
He smiled with a vulgar look on his face and said: "Brother Zhenyao, you are really lucky. You killed your stepbrother and still got out of prison. It's okay for your father not to pursue the case, but even your stepmother still lets you live happily. , you don’t have any ideas?”
"If you want to talk about thoughts, it must be that they have thoughts about me, right? No matter what, spring will be here in half a month. I will take the exams and get out of here first."
Meng Zhenyao answered a few words casually.
Not wanting to talk more about this topic, he stood up and clinked glasses with several young men to drink.
At the same time, he also changed the topic and talked about romance.
After three rounds of wine, my ears are full and my face is hot.
Meng Zhenyao stood up and raised his eyebrows at everyone.
He opened his mouth and said: "Today I have the honor to travel with two brothers, Xinggui and Yanbo, arm in arm. It is supposed to be a fun thing, but the women in front of me are all the ones we have seen often, which is also boring. Brother, I have prepared a delicious dish. 'Brothers, would you like to have a taste?"
"Oh~~?"
One of them, Ma Xinggui, who was good at it, took his hand away from the flower girl next to him and sat down. He also felt a little bored and was hung up again.
They all could hear what Meng Zhenyao meant by "delicious food".
She Yanbo also pushed away the flower lady beside him, clasped his hands and laughed: "Brother Zhenyao has never cared about these things. Today he suddenly became interested in making arrangements, which will definitely make us speechless. Come on, come on, come on! , bring a meeting.”
Meng Zhenyao nodded and chuckled, raising his hand to give him three high-fives.
Outside the cabin, a soft singing voice sounded like smoke.
That sweet and clear voice cheered up everyone in the cabin.
Then, the cabin door opened, and a woman in red wearing a bamboo hat and veil walked over, singing a song.
Wearing a transparent gauze, her particularly bulging breasts are half exposed outside of the water-pink tube top.
Under the candlelight, two straight and slender jade legs were faintly visible.
Just one glance made the blood of several people boil.
After the woman entered the cabin, she did not pick up Joe. She hummed a soft tune, turned her back to them, and slowly twisted her slender waist.
Then slowly uncover the bamboo hat.
When several people were impatient, the beautiful eyes looked back and took off the veil.
Revealing a peerless face that would captivate the entire country.
From the singing voice, to the figure, to the face, three consecutive levels of critical strikes made several people unable to sit still.
Ma Xinggui jumped up and leaned over to pull the beauty into his arms.
"Cackle",
The beauty smiled coquettishly and escaped.
As the figure flashed, the large piece of white hair, which was only wearing a tube top, surged like waves, almost wanting to come out.
She Yanbo, who originally wanted to give in to Ma Xinggui, was so excited by this scene that he forgot where he was, jumped up and rushed forward.
At this time, they all felt inexplicably hot all over their bodies, their blood was boiling, and their eyes began to blur from the heat.
Only the red color was swaying in front of my eyes.
Wu Xiongcai didn't control his head and participated in the action of catching the woman.
The woman was extremely flexible, dodging back and forth among the three men whose heads were numb.
She Yanbo bumped into Ma Xinggui.
Ma Xinggui felt that his whole body was burning with hot blood. When he saw that he had finally caught the target, but was knocked away by She Yanbo, he became furious and struck out with a cleft hand.
She Yanbo was also irritated because he was beaten inexplicably. He was also furious and slapped Ma Xinggui in return.
How could Ma Xinggui endure this?
As a result, the two of them started fighting like gangsters on the street.
Wu Xiongcai still wanted to start a fight, but he was also involved, and the three of them became a mess.
Meng Zhenyao stood in the aisle of the hatch and watched, with a sarcastic smile slowly forming on his lips.
The medicinal powder he gave to those people seemed to work really well.
As expected, it worked. The more people were provoked, the more angry they became, and the more they were beaten on their brains, the more they became distracted.
At this moment, She Yanbo suddenly felt that he had caught something, and stabbed Ma Xinggui without thinking.
Once, again, and again.
…
On the other side, in the middle of the embankment across the canal.
Di Ying stood there holding a two-meter-long tarpaulin waterproof torch.
Wearing a majestic official uniform, he stood majestically with a majestic air.
The drizzle gradually wetted his official hat and robe, but Di Ying still did not move or move.
He just stared straight ahead.
The night is getting darker and darker.
The rushing river water left his figure in front of and behind him.
He stood like this, holding up a ray of light in the dark rain and fog.
He wanted the people who came to dig the embankment to see him.
This time, he not only wore official uniform, but also wore his official seal.
Or, coexist with this dike;
Or, die with this embankment!
If a small Dharma Cao can't stop those people from extending their evil hands, then even if he, a little Dharma Cao, is buried in the torrent, a big wave will inevitably be made, and all those people will be photographed and killed with him. Burial.
According to common sense, those places downstream are flooded almost every year, and their grain fields and villages should have long since disappeared.
But this is not the case.
In order to create enough victims to alert the court, the frantic Ma Guangjin and She Jianhong forcibly moved some people there every year.
Build villages and open fields.
And this dam is actually unnecessary.
Di Ying carefully examined Bingzhou's previous maps. The water of this canal would have turned around where he was standing now, headed to the west of Bingzhou City, flowed south, and merged into the Wuding River.
Since Ma Guangjin took office in Bingzhou, the canal has changed from a bend to a straight one, flowing eastward into the Fen River.
The Fenhe River originally runs from north to south, but here in Bingzhou it curves into a concave arc to the east, like a stretched arc.
As soon as the canal turned, it was like an arrow shooting into this concave arc.
And where the canal turns, there is a dam, like the position of a stuck arrow feather.
In order to ensure effectiveness at critical moments and repeated use, the rest of the embankment was built very solidly, with only the ten meters in the middle being slightly weak.
The height of five meters deep and the width of six meters are filled entirely with sacks filled with stones.
When you want to break the dike, just remove these sacks.
In other words: In fact, the floods in Bingzhou are man-made and occur more than once a year.
Basically: when water storage is needed, these ten meters are blocked; when the water storage reaches the peak, this section will be opened.
Now, the water storage is enough, and God has finally started to rain.
Di Ying guessed that Ma Guangjin and the others would definitely take action within a day or two.
Time was running out, so Di Ying could only come here alone and stand on these sacks.
The surface of the river was less than half a meter away from his feet.
Looking at the darkness ahead, Di Ying missed her grandparents, parents, eldest brother, and younger siblings who were still in Jinzhou.
He took the scientific examination all the way for those tax-free fields. In order to let his family live a better life, he didn't want to fight for those corrupt officials with his life.
But now this is too sudden...
Faced with this huge news that he suddenly learned, it has to be said that Di Ying was a little unprepared.
He can't spare any manpower now, and all the people in the carriage and horse industry have been assigned to do other things.
He could only come here alone with his official seal, trying to shake the tree like a fly.
What's more, he didn't want to drag others with him in this kind of death matter.
He only hoped that the layout he had arranged in a hurry would be useful.
To be honest, despite his loose posture, his heartstrings are tightly taut.
…
Tonight, everything was silent, but something was brewing and fermenting intensively.
