Jia Cong had seen such things as Dao after following Wanping seven years ago, but at that time, he could not make decisions on everything and was just to be trained. This is a kind of thing that mixed crop straw and clay, and then connected with ropes and hemp. It is a common preparation for blocking rivers.

Jia Cong touched the thing that condensed this square, and it seemed to be cement, but this kind of cement was different from modern ones. You should know that the cement composition was simple, including clay, iron ore, lime, gypsum, and reaction process. A middle school student could also introduce it. However, the cement production process was very complicated and cumbersome. At least if you went to work in person, Jia Cong himself felt it difficult. However, ancient craftsmen could not underestimate it. They just did not have knowledge to guide and their skills were not low. It seemed that using cement was stronger and more stable than using clay and lime.

In ancient times, there were also those who chose glutinous rice to bond the city walls, which was no joke. Most of the Great Wall of Ming Dynasty were built and existed to this day. The Ming Dynasty also used glutinous rice. The wisdom of the ancients was not low.

He waved his hand and called Zhong Yin over, "What are you called the earth, bricks, stones, and shabby?"

Zhong Yin knelt down and stood up again: "My lord is called cement. The grass people don't know how to do it, but there are several factories in Huai'an that used to make earthwork and bricks. This kind of cement is very sticky. It has never seen it before. It seems that it has been coming out for a few years, and it is different year round. It was not so hard before."

"Do you have this salary every month? How did you make it?"

Zhong Yin didn't know that cement was proposed by Jia Cong. They knew very little about the information above. Jia Cong's question made it difficult for him to answer. He thought for a long time before he said: "The wages are not certain. Sometimes it is all private levies. Every household has to plant willows, reeds, and storm soil, take out straw and earth. Sometimes they give money, and sometimes they don't pay..."

Jia Cong pondered, it seemed that it would take some time for the corvee service to be converted completely by the government.

The Ming Dynasty failed to control the river because of the lack of political control and the corruption was outrageous. Even though people like Pan Jixun were unable to turn things around, the Qing Dynasty was relatively effective in this regard.

However, the corruption and corruption in the Qing Dynasty was as serious as ever. Just blocking the Dawang Temple, 800,000 taels were used. During the Qianlong period, the government paid for river management and broke through the 10 million mark.

Is there a 10 million yuan in the money to be put into practice? No, there is no need to think about this, and there is no need to even verify it.

Now Jia Cong has also seen that it is never possible for the officialdom to be as clear as water!

Seeing Jia Cong seemingly tired, Zhong Yin tentatively said: "Do you want to go in with Xiaomin for a cup of tea? During the summer days, the sun is poisonous when it is sunny, or it will be storm..."

Jia Cong shook his head and stepped on cowhide and wooden boards. The ferry boat was not used for riding, but for water construction. When the boots were on, the water underneath was soaked on the boots. Sun Fu and the others followed. Zhong Yin raised the face towel around his neck and wiped the sweat on his forehead. Seeing that the Censor had already walked to the stone dam, he suddenly felt admiration: "I heard that Censor Jia is an amazing official. Tianshaxing came down to earth. As soon as he came, he had handled the Taoist platform of our Huaiyang Road. It was a fourth-grade blue patch platform..."

"The fourth rank is big red, not blue, that Taoist slaying official. How could the imperial censor not do him? The former Censor's Office issued a notice that the disaster relief areas of seven prefectures in Huaiyin must be relieved, and the rice porridge must be kept in place without falling, and the towels are wrapped. This is the real Master Qingtian for our common people..."

"I also heard that he had to pay for it himself and put it on this river. If it were a dock platform, how could he do it..."

Zhong Yin and some river workers and other civilians looked at the young adult in the distance with respect and awe.

Jia Cong had no intention of enjoying their gaze. The rolling Yellow River swept across the Loess Plateau, Central Plains, and northern Jiangsu River water was right in front of him, flowing fiercely eastward. The sound was fierce and tragic, the color was turbid and yellow. He was not in the mood to sing a few words, "The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes...", but looked at the remote embankment inside the Jiushui Dam.

He has been inspecting this day in person, and this is the only thing he is satisfied with.

The first layer that blocks the Yellow River is a burrow, which is generally not high. If it is too high, it will not be able to withstand the impact of the Yellow River during the flood season.

The second floor is the remote dike, which is higher than the Lu Dike. Several feet of open space are left between the Lu Dike and the remote dike. These open spaces are specially used to intercept mud and sand.

The most common thing the Yellow River carries is mud and sand. The mud and sand also wrap the crops along the coast without any appearance. The remote dike keeps your mud and sand, which can also increase the riverbed on the river bank, preventing flowing outwards and protecting the Yellow River.

Of course, it is not enough to have these two layers. The Yellow River floods, and millions of corpses are buried. In another time and space, Li Zicheng decides to open the Yellow River, and the entire Kaifeng City is submerged, let alone the Lixiahe area in Huai'an?

Therefore, a layer of water reduction dam is also needed to design to reduce pressure. This water reduction dam is built according to the wisdom of the ancients, with a length, width and height of one to two to five. This ratio is the most sturdy one that has been practiced.

In addition, in order to maximize the pressure reduction, the diversion and drainage rivers must be excavated. After practice, the shape of the "Sichuan" is generally the most suitable.

Of course, all of this requires manpower, material resources and financial resources.

But for a country, the most important thing is not manpower, material resources and financial resources, but political control and operational efficiency.

Culture is the external manifestation of politics, economy is the internal manifestation and a decisive factor. Conversely, politics determines economic productivity. In feudal society, it is absolutely impossible to cure the Yellow River. The reason is very simple. Feudal politics determines the small peasant economy. This economy cannot support the burden of the Yellow River, so it can only be treated with the symptoms.

Looking back at modern reservoirs, many things cannot and cannot be made public. If necessary, let the Bricks come out to refute the rumors. Yes, then the Bricks were slapped in the face by facts...

Jia Cong thought about it and returned to the middle fortress on the shore. At this time, Lu Lianxian also arrived and recruited the magistrates, magistrates, assistant officials and others from the Hedaoya Office, as well as some representatives of the Hedao Office.

The river yamen is designed according to the model of the governor's yamen. The layers of officials are equivalent to the director, director, section chief, and director. The same is true. The difference is that they are in charge of the river, and most of the funds are added to these people's pockets.

"Well... I didn't say much. The 130,000 yuan is the property of my official." Jia Cong winked, Jia Yun took out a stack of silver notes, and Jia Cong said: "It's my advance payment, and it can barely support it for dozens of days..."

Some of the officials in Zhonghedaoya greedily stared at the silver bills for a few seconds. The Taizhou silver bills are still credible. 130,000 silver bills can almost be exchanged for 100,000 silver bills. Some bowed their heads in shame.

"Jia Xunzhang...this..." Lu Lianxian wanted to say something but stopped. Not to mention that Jia Cong was stubbornly indicating that he was taking bribes. Even if he handed over the money, he would make these officials look bad. How many tens of thousands can they fall below?

"My dear sirs and Mr. Jia are united." Jia Cong pressed Lu Lianxian's words and seemed to be unwilling to care. "My dear Jia will go back to the headquarters to write the memorial and ask for some money."

The officials calmed down and Jia Cong took the people away. Lu Lianxian suddenly remembered Jia Cong's method of regulating Wu Zhou, and felt a stern and smiled, "Gu Tongzhi will take me to do it."

Tongzhi was his assistant official and had no choice but to do so. When Gu Tongzhi heard this, he was overjoyed: "Thank you, sir, I will definitely do it!"

The other section chiefs couldn't help but become jealous. 130,000 yuan, if it was today's RMB, it would be less than 60 million yuan.

Lu Lianxian retreated to the study of the temporary headquarters, and the staff came in and reported: "Master, those young people visited another beauty, who was from the Wang family in Jinling, who was only in his twenties and married once, and his beauty was no less than the original Qin..."
Chapter completed!