Chapter 303 Are You Really the Thirteenth Young Master?

But at this moment, Chen Ping is still young and immature. What Ying Heng needs is a decisive and courageous man with a strong heart.

Qingyi and Ziyi nodded as if they understood, and stood aside as Ying Heng instructed, observing attentively.

Chen Ping, who was suffering from suspicion over there, quickly let it go and smiled indifferently.

The villagers were on the brink of life and death, exhausted both physically and mentally, and their words just now were mostly out of anger.

If Chen Ping really bothered with them, then it would be his fault.

"Fellow villagers, I know that you are full of resentment in your hearts, blaming the heavens, the earth, and these soldiers for destroying your homes and rice fields. But!"

Chen Ping paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and looked at all the villagers with a determined gaze.

"We will build a ten-meter-high flood control dam on this land to lay the foundation for the long-term flood control project of the Yangtze River! We will completely solve the flood problem once and for all!"

Chen Ping's words were firm and powerful. The raindrops hit the straw raincoats worn by the villagers, making a crackling sound. All the villagers fell into deep thought.

The government sent a large number of officers and soldiers to control the water, determined to curb the flood, which was undoubtedly good news for the villagers.

If floods can be truly eliminated, all the current sacrifices will become insignificant.

Chen Ping's words were like the morning bell and evening drum, which made some wise people in the village suddenly realize something. They looked up at the empty space where the wooden house should have stood, and felt endless bitterness in their hearts.

Under Chen Ping's persuasion, those stubborn hearts gradually softened.

The village chief deeply felt his words, for the sake of great undertakings! For the sake of the survival of future generations!
After understanding all this, the village chief couldn't bear to see his home turned into ruins, and tears rolled down his face. He turned around, waved his hand, and tacitly allowed the officers and soldiers to enter the rice fields.

"Why? I don't agree. Why should you flatten our fields?!"

The villagers who had been resisting before saw the village chief's decision, silently lowered their heads and made way for the Jinyiwei.

Although they were dissatisfied, they understood that this was for the greater good.

However, one villager still lay on the muddy ridge, hugging the rice seedlings tightly and refusing to give in.

Even if everyone gave in, he still firmly opposed it.

Those rice seedlings are the result of his hard work, the food supply for his entire family, and the foundation of their lives!
Of course they don't feel the pain when they are talking while standing, but the fields are not theirs. Even when the flood recedes, their rice is still there, so how will they continue their lives?
Is it necessary for the whole family, young and old, to endure hunger with him?

Or face death directly?

Old Chen's face was almost crazy, his eyes were red, and he tried to fight against those highly skilled Jinyiwei on his own.

Chen Ping looked at the excited Old Chen and couldn't help but be moved.

In the fight against the disaster, Lao Chen made the greatest contribution. To him, rice is more important than life.

"Tiger Head's father, you get up first, and let's talk. If you ruin your body like this, you will be the one who suffers in the end."

Chen Ping walked up to Lao Chen, persuaded him gently, and reached out to help him up.

If you soak in muddy water for a long time, your body will inevitably be damaged.

"I won't get up, even if you kill me! If you want to destroy my farmland, just step over my dead body!"

Old Chen pushed Chen Ping's hand away with force, with a fearless expression on his face, and turned a deaf ear to Chen Ping's words.

Chen Ping sighed softly, already having a plan in mind. He looked towards where Ying Heng was standing. The young man in white was still as elegant as ever.

"Do you know who the young man in white is who leads the officers and soldiers?"

Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to reveal Ying Heng’s identity.

"Who he is has nothing to do with me. No matter who he is, he can't destroy my rice fields!"

Old Chen gritted his teeth. Even though the young man in white saved his little tiger, if saving the tiger would destroy his hope of survival, it would be better not to rescue him.

"Please listen to me carefully. This young master is the thirteenth young master of our Great Qin." "The rice fields you planted were all invented by him."

"With him here, even if the seeds are destroyed, will he let you starve?"

Chen Ping's voice was neither loud nor low, and it reached the ears of every villager amid the noise of rain.

Thirteen young masters?
He is the Thirteenth Prince who saved the people from fire and water? !
Old Chen was about to open his mouth to refute, but he was stunned when he heard the words, and all the villagers were shocked.

"He is the legendary Thirteenth Young Master? Oh my God! The Thirteenth Young Master is here to save us!"

"Mr. Thirteen, you are here to save our Jiangbian Village!"

The villagers' cheers surged like a tide, resounding through the sky and straight into Ying Heng's ears.

"Are you the Thirteenth Young Master?"

The little tiger asked in a clear childish voice, with admiration shining in his eyes.

Ever since he started growing rice, he has heard adults talk about the Thirteenth Young Master day after day. This godlike figure filled him with curiosity.

And from everyone's cheers, he realized that the benefactor who had just saved him was none other than the Thirteenth Young Master.

"Oh, it's a bit boring to have my identity exposed so quickly."

Ying Heng smiled and shook his head. Although he had never revealed his identity, the clever Chen Ping had already guessed the truth.

Old Chen stood up from the edge of the field trembling, and the rice seedlings in his arms scattered all over the ground.

“Although your rice fields are damaged today, you can open up new land in more distant places in the future. This is a great thing to do for the well-being of future generations.”

"Since Master Thirteen has brought you hope of survival, why would he put you in danger again?"

When everyone was hesitant, Chen Ping's words were like a hammer, finalizing the villagers' determination.

At this moment, no one dared to resist the officers and soldiers.

"Mr. Thirteen, he is a god who has descended to earth!"

"Thank you, Master Thirteen, for giving us rice!"

"Thank you, Mr. Thirteen, for saving our Jiangbian Village!"

Many villagers suddenly realized what was going on and knelt in the mud, kowtowed in the direction of Ying Heng, and praised his great achievements.

Seeing the villagers put aside their prejudices and make way for the Jinyiwei, Chen Ping was grateful and clasped his hands together to thank Ying Heng.

The villagers stopped obstructing them and the Jinyiwei quickly started working. Some strong villagers even took the initiative to help push down the ridges they had built with their own hands.

Although Lao Chen had reconciled with the officers and soldiers in his heart, his eyes were still filled with tears of heartache as he looked at the rice fields that had been washed away.

The army then quickly brought in materials to build the concrete dam.

The villagers had never seen red bricks, cement, let alone steel bars weighing hundreds of pounds.

Faced with these new and strange things, they watched in amazement as the officers and soldiers carried them. Only Chen Ping was shocked, because it turned out that everything Ying Heng said was true!

The construction of the flood control dam started, and the Jinyiwei quickly set up tents for the women, the elderly and children in the village so that they could rest.

Ying Heng was lying on a recliner, yawning, supervising the situation. Zi Yi was fanning him to cool him down, while Qing Yi was massaging his legs to relieve his fatigue.

"Sir, the situation doesn't seem good."

"We originally planned to complete the dam within seventeen hours, but I discovered that the ground outside the rice fields of Jiangbian Village is all granite. I'm afraid the construction period will have to be extended."

Just as Ying Heng yawned for the eighth time and was about to fall asleep, Liu Bowen walked into his tent with a nervous look.

(End of this chapter)