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Hundreds of villagers were working energetically, with the atmosphere becoming increasingly lively as they moved stones, mixed mud, built walls, and passed materials to each other.
For families with fewer men, several households teamed up to finish one home before moving on to the next, maintaining good efficiency.
At this time, nearby villages sent people daily to monitor the progress of Ten Li Pu, striving to synchronize their efforts as much as possible.
However, they lacked the fortune of Ten Li Pu; they had not encountered someone like Liu Qingxi who could gather people together, resulting in heavy casualties.
Yet the deceased were gone, and those who remained had to live well; this was their most genuine thought.
Faced with the disasters brought by nature, human power felt incredibly insignificant. They mourned their lost relatives, but pain could not solve their problems.
Everyone had to confront death; everyone saw familiar faces being carried away. Over time, they became numb; only through busyness could they distract themselves.
Desperately working hard to rebuild their homes was not just for themselves but also for their deceased loved ones, hoping they would live well in spirit and for the sake of those who survived.
Ten Li Pu served as a guiding light, directing nearby villagers on their path forward and even inspiring countless people to strive to rebuild their homes with their own hands.
At this moment, the names of Liu Qingxi and Yang Yichen were known far and wide. To witness the elegance of Youth, some villages even sent different individuals each time to learn.
This was all to give everyone a chance; of course, Liu Qingxi was unaware of these changes.
She saw countless suffering people and did her utmost to help others.
But Yang Yichen was different; he had many capable individuals under his command. The rumors about him and Liu Qingxi and their rapid rise to fame were all within his grasp.
At this point, the foundation of Ten Li Pu was nearly complete. Although other villages lagged behind, they were also preparing to finish Mud Brick construction.
Lingjiang Province, Yamen.
Mei Hansheng carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve while being stared at by Fu Zhilang. His heart began to race, and beads of sweat formed densely on his forehead.
Gradually, large drops began to fall: "Minister Fu, have I done something wrong?"
Fu Zhilang sneered twice. Naturally, he was reluctant to come to such a disaster, but as the Deputy Minister of Revenue, with the imperial decree issued, he had no choice but to brace himself and attend.
However, upon arrival, this Governor was either shirking responsibility or making excuses. It was either that the roads were not yet repaired or that he was an imperial envoy and did not need to go down because it was too dangerous below.
"Hmph, Mei Hansheng, I see you've grown quite bold? Why is it that you, as the Governor, were so slow to learn about the earthquake? Why has the capital already heard of it and you still haven't taken any measures?"
Mei Hansheng's heart raced as Fu Zhilang hit the nail on the head. The sweat on his forehead increased, and the cold sweat soaked his back: "My lord, I dare not... it is indeed..."
"Enough with the excuses! Is the death toll truly as you say? I've heard that there are currently over two thousand dead, at least double that!"
Fu Zhilang's voice was icy. He, who usually handled matters smoothly, had to take this seriously this time.
Regardless of the reasons behind the court's decisions that led to the Sovereign choosing to send him here for disaster relief, now that he was here, he had to solve the problem.
An earthquake—a disaster that had been rare for thousands of years—once it occurred, even the Sovereign understood the severity of the situation.
Recalling ancient texts, after every earthquake, there were always unpredictable rumors. Because of this, the emperor could not sleep at night. He initially intended to send the crown prince but reconsidered due to various factors and feared that the harsh conditions in the disaster area would be too much for him.
Thus, he did not inform him and sent someone else instead.
After much deliberation, only Fu Zhilang remained neutral; he was usually quite diplomatic. Although he liked to sugarcoat things when working with others, he still had abilities.
Now reflecting on that day in the Golden Throne Hall, Fu Zhilang found it hard to accept.
But there was no choice; since he had come, he had to do well. Otherwise, what about the capital? That would be an unattainable place.
Before coming here, he had also learned a bit about Mei Hansheng—a typical example of inaction who did not seek advancement and showed little concern for the people's affairs, such as this earthquake.
If this Governor had promptly cleared the roads and taken action, could there have been today's situation?
However, Mei Hansheng has been dawdling, claiming he was waiting for the Sovereign's orders.
Upon arriving in Lingjiang Province, after spending so much time, he finally got to the bottom of things.
For instance, the reported death toll was completely fabricated by Mei Hansheng.
Who would have thought that at this point, this person would still be evasive? Mei Hansheng was furious.
He was anxious to finish up and return to the capital quickly; what a terrible place this was. The houses were already dilapidated, mostly Earthen Houses.
After the earthquake, it was even more of a wasteland, which was distressing to see.
As time passed, Fu Zhilang asked his questions and then fell silent, giving Mei Hansheng time to think.
After a long silence, Mei Hansheng suddenly knelt down with a thud: "My lord, I truly did not mean it. My lord, I dare not do it again."
"Ah, Lord Mei, I am giving you an opportunity to redeem yourself. Let's see if you can seize it; otherwise, I will certainly report this matter."
"Yes, thank you Minister Fu. I will do my utmost!"
At this point, the intellectual duel between Fu Zhilang and Mei Hansheng came to a close. The next steps would be much easier since this was not their territory. After all, Mei Hansheng had been here for ten years and still had some connections.
Behind the Yamen, appropriate rooms were arranged for the arriving imperial envoy. At this moment, General Ning Ze stood at the window in black attire.
That person had left a long time ago; initially, there were messages coming in, but as time went on, the intervals for letters reaching the capital grew longer and longer.
So where did the problem lie? Ning Ze pondered for a long time without arriving at a satisfactory conclusion.
At that moment, a soldier knocked and entered: "General, according to reliable sources, Linyi County, which suffered the most severe disaster, is currently recovering well. The injured have received timely treatment, and the death toll is relatively low."
"Is that so?" Ning Ze casually replied.
"Yes, I have confirmed that they have already started rebuilding houses, and the progress is quite fast."
"What is the reason?" Ning Ze frowned. Although the soldier was seven or eight years older than him, they were close friends.
If it weren't for Lingjiang Province's northern location, he wouldn't have come at all.
As for the post-disaster reconstruction, that was under Fu Zhilang's responsibility; his task was to ensure the safety of the supplies.
However, the mention of Linyi County caught his attention.
The key figure was actually a girl, which was quite shocking.
Not accustomed to interacting with women, he found it hard to believe this fact and casually asked another question.
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