The immortal of the Tang Dynasty, but the game starts at Xuanwu Gate?

"Sir, we've arrived."

Three days later, the convoy slowly came to a stop, and Chen Huai'an opened his eyes.

"Have we arrived yet?" Feng Qiao'er asked curiously, lifting the carriage curtain.

Instead of returning to Chang'an immediately, they followed Chen Huai'an's instructions and went to the vicinity of Yongqiu in Chenzhou.

Yongqiu is very close to the south bank of the Yellow River, and there is a key dam there, which is where the imperial court started construction.

Chen Huai'an wanted to come and see for himself how the Yellow River project was progressing.

"So many people..." Feng Qiao'er said in surprise, "Are they going to work?"

Not far from the convoy, a large number of laborers were heading towards the Yellow River embankment. Given that it was only afternoon, Feng Qiao'er guessed that they were preparing to start construction.

"Let's go down and take a look." Chen Huai'an stood up, stepped down from the carriage, and looked into the distance.

Many laborers would occasionally cast curious glances at them, after all, their caravan was quite eye-catching, with more than twenty guards, each carrying a knife.

It's hard not to attract attention.

However, these people were not afraid. After all, this was a project of the imperial court, guarded by local soldiers. In addition, there were several thousand of them, so they were not worried even if the perpetrators were thugs.

"Your Excellency, Minister!"

As Chen Huai'an looked around, preparing to find the official in charge of the area, a joyful shout rang out.

Zhang Peng, who was much darker than before, was waving excitedly at him.

"It's you, kid!" Chen Huai'an said with some surprise, "You got assigned here?"

"Yes, Your Excellency," Zhang Peng grinned, "My place will be fixed in another month, and I'll be able to go home soon."

"By the way, what brings you here?"

"This place is quite far from Chang'an!"

"Not bad, you're a real man." Chen Huai'an was pleased. "Who's in charge of this? Have him come see me."

"Well... I don't know either." Zhang Peng scratched his head. "I only know the person in charge, who's in charge of the fifty of us."

"I can only put in a good word for you with your superiors."

"Okay, go ahead." Chen Huai'an nodded, not caring about such a small matter.

All he cared about was the progress of the Yellow River's restoration.

"Xiao Pengzi, who is that? I just heard you call him 'Lord Shangshu,' could it be...?" someone asked hesitantly as Zhang Peng ran back.

"It's just what you think, that's Minister Chen. Isn't there only one minister this young in the whole world?" Zhang Peng casually explained. "Alright, the Minister told me to go find the person in charge, so I'll talk to you later."

The group of laborers stared in disbelief as Zhang Peng ran away.

Is it really Minister Chen?

In an instant, the crowd erupted in cheers.

Everyone was whispering among themselves, glancing at Chen Huai'an every now and then, their faces full of excitement.

"How spectacular!"

Xiao He followed Chen Huai'an and walked along the crowd. Soon they saw the Yellow River and the Yellow River dike, which was already mostly completed.

The scene before me is hard to describe in words; if you haven’t seen the Yellow River, you simply cannot imagine its magnificence.

The turbid waters of the Yellow River rush down, seemingly capable of crushing everything in their path.

Xiaohe really couldn't imagine how the Yellow River could have had its dikes built.

Now I finally understand why my uncle values ​​the Yellow River so much.

The disaster that would result from such a breach of the Yellow River's banks is terrifying to even imagine.

"Isn't it spectacular? This is a masterpiece of nature!" Chen Huai'an said with a smile. "But it doesn't matter, no matter how spectacular or turbulent it is, we will conquer it!"

Feng Qiao'er couldn't help but say, "Husband, it looks like they're building it very well. It's already more than halfway done. Zhang Peng probably wasn't lying just now. In another month, it might be completely finished."

"I hope so..." Chen Huai'an also acknowledged the efficiency of these people.

Honestly, there's no doubt about the people of this land when it comes to construction, from ancient times to the present.

What's more, it's made of cement.

This thing... it's not that the bigger it is, the stronger it is; on the contrary, the bigger it is, the more fragile it is.

Just like the cement roads of later generations, they basically have to be cut into sections, otherwise they are easy to blow up.

Before the Yellow River was repaired, Chen Huai'an had repeatedly emphasized that it must be built according to his methods, and it seems that they listened to his advice.

At least on the surface, there seems to be no problem.

"Minister Chen!"

As they were talking about the Yellow River, a familiar shout came from over. Chen Huai'an turned around and saw Zhang Peng walking over with a familiar person.

"Sun Fujia? What are you doing here?" Chen Huai'an asked in surprise.

"Where else could I be if not here?" Sun Fujia walked over and replied with a smile, "After all, Wen Yanbo and I are in charge of the Yellow River project. I'm always traveling around, and I just happen to be here these days."

"I see." Chen Huai'an understood and exclaimed, "Then it seems that you will be promoted and ennobled soon after you return."

Sun Fujia said, "Judging from your words, it seems you are quite satisfied with the construction of the Yellow River? This proves that we have done a good job and have met your standards."

"You've really nailed it! You've done an amazing job!" Chen Huai'an praised repeatedly. "You've done much better than I expected."

"This way, the subsequent plans can be brought forward!"

"Hmm?" Sun Fujia asked疑惑地, "What other plans do you have?"

Chen Huai'an said, "You don't think I'm only repairing the Yellow River, do you? The Yellow River is the main one. First, we'll repair all the key points, and then we'll repair all the waterways of the various rivers in the Tang Dynasty."

"Especially the nine major prefectures of Bei, Qiao, Yun, Si, Yi, Xu, Hao, Su, and Long."

"Huh?" Sun Fujia was stunned, unable to understand such a decision. "No, everyone can understand repairing the Yellow River, but is it really necessary to rush these nine prefectures?"

"Haven't you noticed that the weather this year is a bit strange?" Chen Huai'an asked in return.

Sun Fujia hesitated for a moment: "Do you mean it will be colder this year? Or is there a possibility of heavy snow?"

"Both are possible." Chen Huai'an gazed at the Yellow River. "If there is heavy snow, and the snow melts next year, coupled with abundant spring rain, floods may occur."

"As you know, there has been a drought and a locust plague in the past two years, and there has been very little rain. It feels like the heavens either don't rain at all, or they rain heavily."

"I have to be on guard."

"Once we prevent it, we won't be afraid of even continuous heavy rain. Next year is destined to be the beginning of a prosperous era."

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't work. The things that are repaired with cement are enough to keep things safe for a long time, and they'll always come in handy."

"No way..." Sun Fujia actually felt that Chen Huai'an's words made sense, but he was unwilling to admit it.

What the hell, a natural disaster?

Are you trying to kill us?

Chen Huai'an grinned, and Sun Fujia immediately understood what he was going to say, and spoke up right away:

"I know that preparation is key to success, and lack of preparation leads to failure, right?"

"Hey, you're really smart, you even know that."

Sun Fujia: "..."

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