Chapter 557 (2/2)
Because the damned man had already died, even if he sent troops to rescue him now, he could only collect the corpses and rebuild them after he arrived. Qin Huan realized that in ancient times, he mainly relied on local self-help. It was a joke to want all kinds of support.
However, Qin Huan believed that local officials would not turn a deaf ear to the lives of the people like officials in the Ming Dynasty, so what he could do now was to prepare for the disaster, let the commercial banks mobilize food materials to Nanyang and Jianghuai as much as possible, and at the same time, let the Government Council prepare for the disaster.
”Sister Yan, you stay here. I want to go to Kaifeng immediately.” Qin Huan was no longer in the mood to visit Nanyang Industrial Zone and Tiangong Institute.
”Your Majesty, it's too dangerous. You'd better wait until the flood recedes.”
Zhang Yan was worried and advised that, as a person near Kaifeng, she could not understand the horror of the Yellow River burst. It was not human power at all. What she could do was to stay as high as possible, wait for the flood to subside, and then plug the gap.
But it usually takes several days. Sometimes it can't be blocked in ten days and a half months. From the scale of the breakout, it is definitely once in a century. I'm afraid the whole dam near Kaifeng has collapsed. This situation can't be completely blocked in a month or two, so I'm more worried than Qin Huan.
”The flood peak should have passed by now. I'll go by boat. There won't be any danger.”
Qin Huan waved his hand with a heavy heart. He thought the world was peaceful and could rest easy from now on. Who ever thought that the Yellow River just collapsed, which was more terrible than Li Zicheng and Huang Taiji.
Qin Huan realized that his greatest enemy was not people, but the Yangtze River, the Yellow River, drought, locusts and ice.
”But your majesty, I'm afraid of another rainstorm!” Zhang Yan is still worried.
”It's all right. The dike has burst. It's just like that in the rainstorm.”
”Xianggong, I'll go with you!” However, the red warbler said directly that after staying in Henan for so long, she also had some feelings.
”OK, let's take the railcar now!”
Qin Huan nodded.
Seeing Qin Huan's firm attitude, Zhang Yan and several other women didn't persuade him any more and said they were willing to go with him, but Qin Huan resolutely refused.
Qin Huan didn't delay either. He took five thousand guards and got on the track carriage to kill Xu Zhou.
After more than two years of construction by more than one million workers and countless people, the wooden track foundation originally designed from the north of Xiangyang to the south of Kaifeng has already been built, and the wooden track has also been laid near Xuzhou from Nanyang. If there is no flood, it may be completed by the end of this year.
This kind of carriage specially built for wooden track can be driven by horses alone or connected together, galloping like a long dragon.
At this time, Qin Huan connected a hundred carriages together for two or three miles. Each carriage was loaded with dozens of people, but only two hundred war horses were used to pull a carriage. On average, two horses pulled a carriage, which would never be possible on a conventional dirt road.
Because each carriage, including its own weight and dozens of strong men, must have at least eight or nine thousand kilograms, and tens of thousands of kilograms are possible, that is to say, each horse has a load of five thousand kilograms.
No, Zhang Yan and a group of officials and gentry in Nanyang looked at the carriage like a long dragon, drove away slowly, faster and faster, and finally disappeared in the north. They were shocked. They looked like ghosts and realized the terror of the wooden track for the first time.
Although the wooden track from Xiangyang to Nanyang has been opened, most of them are transported by a single carriage, and occasionally two or three are connected together. People have never thought of hundreds of vehicles connected together.