Chapter 301 Is this concrete really so powerful?

Ying Heng's words were cold and harsh, and his series of questions hit Chen Ping's heart like a heavy hammer, making him unable to respond for a long time.

These problems have troubled Ying Heng for a long time, and Chen Ping has not been able to find a solution so far, because this is an unsolvable problem.

The villagers cherish their rice fields, but the ruthless river is about to swallow everything, unless...

"So I demolished a row of houses and filled in a rice field, but what I did was for the future of this land!"

"I want to manage the Yangtze River so that it will not wreak havoc for the next thousand years and will no longer threaten the lives of people living along the river. I want the water of the Yangtze River to truly become the life source of rice fields, so that future generations on both sides of the river can live a peaceful and prosperous life!"

Seeing that Chen Ping was speechless, Ying Heng smiled magnanimously, spread out his hands, pointed to the long Yangtze River, and declared in a resounding voice.

What Ying Heng said was exactly what Chen Ping was thinking!
He was shocked and couldn't believe what he heard.

Although the vision described by Ying Heng is beautiful, it is almost impossible to realize it all, unless there are divine soldiers sent from heaven!
Chen Ping frowned, took a deep breath, and then retorted: "If such a thousand-year flood breaks out, no one within a thousand miles will survive. How will you deal with it?"

"What's more, how are you going to deal with the length of the Yangtze River and the hundreds of rivers in the Qin territory?"

Natural disasters and man-made disasters are all limited in terms of human power. After several days of disaster prevention and farmland protection, Chen Ping was completely disappointed with God's will.

It seemed that all his passion and ambition could only be wasted in this cold river water.

The disaster came like a dark cloud covering a city, turning the vibrant earth into a miserable picture, as if it was a ruthless curse from the sky.

Chen Ping looked at Ying Heng and thought to himself that he could only regard his previous remarks as the immature words of an inexperienced person.

Flood control is a difficult task that cannot be solved by empty slogans.

"Will you trust me?"

Ying Heng seemed unaware of Chen Ping's doubts, the indifferent smile on his face remained the same, like the ripples on a quiet lake, calm yet unfathomable.

Believe him?

The seed of trust was wavering in his heart. Facing the mysterious young man in front of him, Chen Ping couldn't help but question.

At the edge of the rice field, the makeshift fence was shattered in the raging flood. The breaking sounds of wood and bamboo poles were like a shrill alarm, pulling Chen Ping's thoughts back to reality.

Even if we build a dam on the river bank as Ying Heng suggested, will that extremely solid barrier end up like this fence?

Chen Ping smiled bitterly and shook his head to dispel the doubts in his heart.

The idea of ​​the young man in white is indeed grand, but given the current situation of the river bank, no towering dam would be able to withstand the violent water flow.

"You do not believe?"

"It's okay. You've never seen concrete, so you're suspicious."

If it were someone else, Ying Heng would have lost his patience and would not have wasted any more words.

However, standing opposite was Chen Ping. He hoped to leave a deep impression on the other party, so he patiently explained the secret of cement.

The Jinyiwei army has arrived here, and the craftsmen behind them will surely bring cement, red bricks and steel bars quickly.

Ying Heng briefly described to Chen Ping the construction process of the concrete dam.

After listening, Chen Ping asked in surprise:
“Is there such a magical thing in the world?”

He had seen all kinds of things in the world during his journey in pursuit of Xiang Yu, but he had never heard of such new things as cement and steel bars.

They are waterproof, fire-resistant, hard as rock, and can withstand any force.

"The flood of the Yangtze River is beyond human control. Even with the help of divine objects, the days before the dam collapse are numbered. It is probably too late to act now."

Ying Heng mentioned concrete, obviously not to tease Chen Ping, but to mention the crisis of the Yangtze River. Chen Ping's hope was instantly shattered, and he felt lost as he looked at the rolling waves. Is everything too late?

"It's not too late. The craftsmen I brought with me are urgently widening the river."

"There is an undercurrent in the river bend here. If we widen it here, we can slow down the flow of the river and buy us more time to build the dam."

Ying Heng stood with his head held high, a confident smile on his face, pointed to the thousand-man army he brought, and said to Chen Ping.

In just a few words, Chen Ping understood the actions of the Jinyiwei and gradually outlined a series of rescue plans in his mind.

Looking at Ying Heng again, he felt that this man was like a god sent from heaven.

The two attendants in purple and green were standing nearby. When they heard the young master's words, they also smiled.

"To achieve this, I'm afraid it's beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Chen Ping began to believe Ying Heng. Looking at the Jinyiwei who were in a stalemate with the villagers, he had some guesses in his mind.

Perhaps these officers and soldiers have some skills and are warriors!

"The craftsmen you see have a minimum cultivation level of Xiantian level."

Hearing this, Chen Ping took a breath, innate level!
His eyes swept across the fields. Except for the villagers of Baiweijiangbian Village, all other places were occupied by the officers and soldiers brought by Ying Heng.

With so many masters, it’s no wonder that this young man in white is so calm and composed.

Chen Ping withdrew his gaze and his heart tightened.

From beginning to end, Ying Heng did not reveal his identity.

He is dressed in white clothes as white as snow, has extraordinary skills, is accompanied by thousands of masters when he travels, and cares about the people of Qin. How many people like him can there be in the world?
Chen Ping lowered his eyes slightly, and he already understood in his heart that this wise woman had already seen through Ying Heng's true identity. He was the mysterious Thirteenth Prince of the Qin Dynasty!

The legends of the world revolve around this young man, who saved the people through reform, led the Snow Riders, killed the Huns, and gave water to the people.

Every deed he did demonstrated his care for the people.

At first, Chen Ping was skeptical, thinking it was just an exaggeration by outsiders.

However, now that she was face to face with Ying Heng, she realized that those legends were not exaggerated at all. In fact, they might not even be one tenth of Ying Heng's actual achievements.

Just talking about solving the food problem, Chen Ping felt sincere admiration.

After learning Ying Heng's true identity, Chen Ping's heart was already subservient to him.

Since Ying Heng chose to keep it a secret, she decided to play this drama with him.

however……

"Your suggestion can indeed solve the problem temporarily, but if the continuous rain continues for ten days, the widened riverbed may still break the dike. Wouldn't that mean our efforts will be in vain?"

Chen Ping was quick-witted and made calculations based on Ying Heng's plan, but the result was still insufficient.

"Will I do something without any confidence? After the river is widened, I will build a ten-meter-high concrete dam in the rice fields farther away. No matter how turbulent the river is, it will not be able to cross my defense line!"

Ying Heng's words were firm and powerful. He had already used this method to control floods along the river and had never made any mistakes.

As long as a dam is built here, the task assigned by the system will be accomplished!

"Ten meters high? Is this concrete really that powerful?"

(End of this chapter)