Chapter 283: Shameless trick

Chapter 283 shameless tricks
"It's just a small palace, a thousand feathers, it is also worthy of your temper?" With a clear voice, Song Shiren strode over and looked at him faintly.
"Now the palace is a thousand feathers, but it is not simple!" Gong Qianze said one word at a time, and the bottom of the hate shot: Who said that Palace Qian Yu does not love the political affairs? Who said that Gong Qianyu does not care about the people? He quietly collected 100,000 people and excavated ditches, which attracted the Yangtze River water to the villages and fields in the drought in southern Xinjiang. Even if the drought is worse, there is no need to worry.
The people were grateful to him, and the Minister of Culture and Civilization looked at him with great enthusiasm. Even the father and the emperor began to pay attention to Gong Qianyu...
Looking at his glass of water and paying the water, the method of water supply to cure the symptoms is simply a big joke. Although the civil and military ministers did not say anything, they must have laughed at him.
"The tens of thousands of people admire, love, ah, the palace is a great prestige in the folk!"
The people in Niu Village flocked to the field, and they were grateful to the palace. They were only able to see Gong Qianyu in the heart, and the Wenwu Baiguan in the temple, and his southern king, Rui Wang, were completely ignored by the people. ......
Looking at his angry and unwilling face, Song Shiren’s eyes sank, and the low voice:
But it’s just the prestige in the people, and the royal king can also...

Gong Qianze’s face was slightly gloomy and disapproved:
Miyachi’s digging a ditch, attracting the Yangtze River, and exhausting the limelight, the officials praised him, the people loved him, if the king intervened in the ditch, Baiguan The people will definitely want to take credit for this king. Not only can they not gain prestige, but they will also be laughed at..."
"The lower official knows that the lower official is not trying to let Wang Ye go to the palace to pay for the thousands of feathers, but to ask the prince, but still remember that the villagers have a large reservoir for water storage?" Song Shiren went to the palace in front of Qian Ze, mysterious The voice is depressed.

Nature remember!
Gong Qianze nodded: South Xinjiang was almost drought all year round. The villagers built large reservoirs for water storage. The largest one was built on a mountain and connected to several villages. The villagers can hold on to the present, relying on the big reservoir...
"When the lower officials returned to Beijing, they saw that the villagers in those villages had opened up the channels and stored water in the Tushan large reservoir. Now it should be almost full..." Song Shiren said lowly, his eyes Faintly: The drought in southern Xinjiang is serious. Even if there is an endless stream of Yangtze River, the villagers are still habitually storing water for storage...
"What are you going to do?" Gong Qianze looked at Song Shiren, and his heart made a very bad premonition.
Song Shiren smiled awkwardly and walked slowly to the front of the palace, whispering softly.
A string of notes was introduced into the ear, and Gong Qianze listened with a sigh of relief: "This method... is not right..."
Song Shiren shook his head in disapproval: "Wang Ye, a big event, no restrictions, this is the most secure and quickest way to achieve merit and prestige..."
Gong Qianze frowned slightly: he really wanted to make meritorious deeds and wanted to have the support of the people. However, the prestige obtained by this method seems to be somewhat mean and shameless...
Looking at his hesitant look, Song Shiren frowned, and he hated iron and did not become a steel: "Wang Ye, Gong Qianyu attracted the Yangtze River water, solved the drought in southern Xinjiang, and the Manchu culture To his eyes, he is also a prince, a well-known Prince, a lot of neutral ministers, will stand on his side, if the prince does not make some political achievements and he contends, half of the minister will automatically return to the palace, under the knees, when Wang Ye’s road to the emperor will be even more difficult...

Gong Qianze sharply stunned his eyes. He was the eldest son of the southern Xinjiang emperor. His throne was his, and he would never give his hand to Gong Qianyu...
"Well, I promise you." Gong Qianze said lowly, and there was a glimpse of the bottom of the scene: If he did so, he would be able to climb the throne of the 95th Supreme, he would not mind being mean once...
Song Shiren nodded with satisfaction. If he wants to become a country's hegemon, he must have a strong sense of sex, a decisive decisiveness, and the indecisiveness of a woman's benevolence. Doing a little hand and foot can be a great cause for the emperor. ......
Looking up at the palace, Qianzawa, I saw that he was looking at the direction of the big reservoir. His eyes were deep and it was related to his future emperor. He will carefully plan and do everything to perfect things...
Gong Qianyu cited the Yangtze River to hydrolyze the drought in southern Xinjiang, and the Manchu was shocked. The Minister of Culture and Civilization all praised and sighed. Even the stupid face all day, picking up the old stubbornness of the East and picking him up, he also appreciated him!
Gong Qianyu did not care, standing in the shade of the mountain every day, watching the people digging the canals.
The people saw the various benefits brought by the canals, and there were half a catty of the white feathers of Gong Qianyu for temptation. The digging was very hard, and it was doing a good job in the heat. It only listened to the sound of the thunder, and the ground under the feet followed. Shake it up.
The people looked up and looked up, and saw the collapse of the reservoir on the Tushan Mountain. The rolling waters poured down and rushed to them in the face of ruin, and they rushed into the water. Flowing forward...
The people rushed in the water, pulling a big tree, a small tree, climbing hands and feet and climbing on the branches, looking at the rolling torrents under their feet, coughing heavily, the corners of the mouth twitching: the reservoir in the big reservoir Water is prepared to prevent drought. I didn’t expect to flood them myself...
Gong Qianyu stood under a big tree on the top of the mountain. Looking down at the fast running water, he slammed his eyebrows...
At the foot of the mountain, a luxury carriage drove fast on the official road. The rolling water suddenly rushed down and rushed over the official road. The horse quickly slammed his front shovel and slammed it. He paused and sat in the carriage. The bottom is stable, the incomprehensible said: "What happened?"
"Back to Murong girl, there is a big water rushing out in front, blocking the way to go..." There is no respectful answer from the outside of the car, Murong Xue blinks, picks up the curtain and looks out, only sees the water flowing over the official road, rushing Into the woods next to it, on the dry official road, leaving a long wet water mark...
A slender black figure descended from the sky, gently falling in front of Murong Xue, faintly looking at her, a little smile in the clear eyes: "Murong Xue, you are here!"
Murong Xue nodded: "Palace Prince, what is going on?"
Yesterday evening, a Taizifu guard went to another hospital, passed the palace Qianyu, and invited her to come to Niu Village to visit the ditches where he let the people dug. She was free in the other hospitals and took the carriage. I didn't expect that when I first arrived, I encountered a rushing water...
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