Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

If Jiang Yu remembers correctly, the heavy rain will last for half a month. By then, outside the twelve cities in the north, the villages near the middle and lower reaches of the Yuejiang River will experience the worst waterlogging in history.

This disaster was not far from the Emperor Yong'an City, and the disaster was severe. If Emperor Yuan'an didn't handle it well, it would be a serious disaster.

Therefore, no matter how stupid Emperor Yuan'an is now, he still has brains. If the officials insist on playing, he will not ignore this matter.

Jiang Yu's previous life was about a few months after today. Emperor Yuan'an ordered the Ministry of Industry to send the capital water supervisor to lead people to investigate the disaster situation, repair the dams, and dredge the ditches.

The Dushui Supervisor sent at that time was Wang Liang, an official of the fourth rank, who joined the right minister's faction and was also a small chess piece to help Jiang Yu get to the top.

In the 72nd year of the old calendar, the left-handed faction supported Emperor Yuan'an, and the right-handed side admired the four princes who were crowned princes. Later, when Emperor Yuan'an ascended the throne, the right-handed faction was severely suppressed. At this time, the power was not as good as before. In the DPRK, there is basically nothing to say.

But Jiang Yu knew that if the old man on the right found him, he would definitely try his best to support him and train him as a puppet when he was still young. If Emperor Yuan'an was overthrown by then, the name of the Jiang Dynasty It was changed to the surname "Li" of his right-hand minister.

Therefore, he can't contact the right minister for the time being, but at least he must disclose some news that he is still alive, so that the seeds of rebellion can take root in their hearts.

Thinking like this, Jiang Yu stood up, weighed the bulging money bag in his hand, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.

An ordinary person's annual expenses are only more than a dozen taels of silver, and Han Shiqing gave him 100 taels at once. This is really generous, which shows that he is still soft-hearted towards himself.

He still recalled Han Shiqing's appearance, and the door of the General's Mansion, which had been closed all along, suddenly opened from the inside, making a creaking sound.

Jiang Yu immediately looked up, and when he saw the person coming, his eyes flashed with disappointment.

"I'm sending a message for the young master." Han Shan, with a paralyzed face, held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand and handed it to Jiang Yu, "He said that this umbrella is for you, and you should throw it away for him after you use it up, and don't come looking for it again. He, roll as far as he can, or he will beat you every time he sees you."

Almost at the same time he took the umbrella, Han Shan closed the door with a bang, and the strong wind blew away the broken hair on Jiang Yu's forehead.

Jiang Yu: "..."

He opened the yellow-brown umbrella, and his gaze paused for a moment on the green bamboo painted on the umbrella surface, and he suddenly remembered that this umbrella was the one that Han Shiqing held for him when he picked it up in his previous life.

At that time, Han Shiqing squatted down from a condescending position, pinched his dirty face with an umbrella, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, little beggar, I am not a bad person, but I just lack a younger brother. I think you are my younger brother." It's very suitable, come with me, I will pamper you."

creak, creak...

His left hand caressed the green bamboo painted on the umbrella surface, and Jiang Yu's right hand holding the handle of the umbrella was so hard that it turned white. The blue blood vessels protruded and covered the pale and thin back of the hand, which looked a little scary.

Even the umbrella was thrown away.

Han Shiqing, do you really want to make a clean break with me?