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    At the end of the Ming Dynasty, Shangyou County and Ningdu County were the areas with the most serious conflicts between natives and tourists, mainly because the two sides were evenly matched.

    Chen Maosheng personally sat in Shangyou County, and sent Liu Huan to sit in Ningdu County.

    The Shangyou River is not long, and Shangyou County is located in the middle reaches.  In addition, it was dry for half a year, and the water level was dry and shallow. Therefore, although many farmlands along the river were submerged after days of heavy rains, overall no major floods were caused.

    Chen Maosheng asked the magistrate of Ganzhou to issue a disaster relief mobilization order, and at the same time led people to rescue the disaster in Shangyou County. He thought this was a good opportunity to ease the conflict between natives and tourists.

    "Director, the mountain has collapsed, half of Shixi Village has been buried!"

    "Follow me!"

    A collapsed mountain is a landslide.

    Chen Maosheng led his people to set off overnight and arrived the next morning.  This place is further upstream from Jilong Village, where all the Hakka people live. Due to the massive felling of trees and the reclamation of hillsides for farmland, the vegetation has been severely damaged.

    There was a flash flood the day before yesterday, followed by a landslide, and a whole mountain wall collapsed, directly burying half of the village.

    This kind of situation was very common in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.  It was not until the Qianlong period that the local people completely changed their minds and changed a large number of grain-growing mountainous lands to plant economic trees.  Before that, neither the Ming Dynasty government nor the Qing Dynasty government would listen to any persuasion, and had to correct after frequent disasters and suffered losses.

    As far as he could see, Chen Maosheng could only see howling, countless Hakka people were digging up the mound of earth and rocks, trying to dig out their neighbors and relatives.

    A local official said: "Director, this must be dredged, otherwise there will be another heavy rain, and a barrier pond may be formed. Once the barrier pond accumulates water and breaks its embankment, the entire downstream will be flooded!"

    Chen Maosheng immediately went back and called the people who were fighting for water some time ago, and asked them to see the situation upstream.

    Immediately thereafter, an order was issued to organize the upstream and downstream, and all local peasants in the vicinity.

    The forcefully formed peasant association played a huge role at this time.  The peasant association organized the villagers, and several village chiefs were in charge of mobilizing supplies. More than 4,000 people quickly started working, completely abandoning previous conflicts and enmity.

    After explaining the truth clearly, no one dares to slack off, because it is related to everyone's wealth and life.

    Of course, if there is no official lead, it is estimated that the village next door will just stand by and watch.  Someone must stand up and be convinced by both forces in order to blend them together.

    The sky began to rain again, and the rain gradually became heavier.

    "Director, here comes the umbrella." An official held an umbrella for Chen Maosheng.

    Chen Maosheng threw away the umbrella: "All the people here are working in the rain, what do you think I am holding an umbrella alone? You rush to eat, don't let people work for half a day, in the end you don't even have a mouthful of hot food!"

    Immediately afterwards, Chen Maosheng directed again: "Dig over there first, and don't let the mountains and floods accumulate!"

    The flag of the peasant association was quietly planted on the mound of soil, not fluttering in the wind, but was constantly beating by the rain, surrounded by people digging soil and rocks in the rain.

    "Boom!"

    Suddenly, another mountain collapsed.

    The villagers working nearby fled one after another, but several people were still buried alive.

    "Digging people, digging people quickly!"

    Chen Maosheng shouted.

    Dozens of people rushed over, digging soil and moving stones quickly.  Three people were dug out in a row, and all of them died.

    "I still have energy, this one still has energy!"

    The fourth person was very lucky and rolled a large rock beside him, leaving enough gap space.  He even suffered only minor injuries all over his body, and was temporarily unconscious due to lack of oxygen.

    It was enough to save one, and everyone cheered.

    The village chiefs of the upstream and downstream villages lead the women, girls and children to deliver the freshly prepared meals.

    "Young man, eat first." A middle-aged woman handed the clay bowl to the young man.

    "Thank you, Auntie."

    After the young man took the job and blurted it out, he realized that the woman was speaking Hakka.

    Both parties were a little embarrassed, smiled at each other, and walked away.

    Before it was too late, everyone didn't wear rain gear.  Two village chiefs thought of it, so they sent a lot of coir raincoats and bamboo hats, and they didn't care about the difference between men and women at this time.  Let the women who deliver meals help put the clothes on for the young and strong men who are working while everyone is eating.

    See those women, looking for acquaintances, walking around the ground with coir raincoats and bamboo hats.  Chen Maosheng shouted immediately: "What time is it, and there are relatives and estrangements, which one is not working hard for everyone?"

    After finishing speaking in Jiangxi dialect, Chen Maosheng shouted again in Hakka dialect.

    His Hakka dialect is really bad, and many tones areShuttle on the embankment to greet the cold and warm, cheering for the officers, soldiers and people fighting the flood.

    Wang Diaoding observed all this silently, and suddenly said to the scholars beside him: "This is not a holy master? If this person is not a king, who else in the world can do it?"

    Everyone was silent and speechless.

    Most of the previous floods in Ji'an Mansion were abandoned outside the city.  After the flood receded, the magistrate would come forward and persuade the big households to donate money and food, and then repair the stone embankment by the river.

    There has never been an official who was able to mobilize the people in this way to fight against the flood.

    Wang Tiaoding pointed to Fei Rulan who was running on the embankment again: "This mother is a man of the world!"

    A scholar named He Qiliang suddenly said: "Masters, today I know that there is a sage master, and I am willing to serve him. Although Bailuzhou Academy is good, it is better to go out to save the common people. Goodbye!"

    He Qiliang left the inn and walked towards the embankment in the rain. Not long after, more than 20 scholars followed.

    These people came to Zhao Han's side and bowed in unison.

    He Qiliang asked: "Sir, we all want to serve, please send me an errand."

    Zhao Han got up and bowed his hands in return: "You can go to the government office to follow the arrangement."

    All the scholars bowed again and headed towards the government office in unison.
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