Yang Ruqing scolded Zi Chuan as soon as she saw him.

In terms of scolding people, she inherited her grandmother Tan's flair directly and even surpassed her.

He was cursed and spat, cursing until Mu Zi Chuan's head hung low, wishing he could bury it in the mud.

Also, scolding Mu Zichuan's face turned red and his ears were burning with shame!

"Why aren't you saying anything? Come on, speak up!"

Yang Ruqing, exhausted from berating, asked again.

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"What on earth happened? Why didn't you go back to the village and instead come here to get drunk?"

Upon hearing Yang Ruqing's question, Mu Zichuan shook his head, a wry smile on his face.

“I'm useless, I really am. I'm just a waste of space who only knows how to read dead books…”

He said dejectedly.

"Qing'er, you go back. Don't worry about me."

“Our great decision was vetoed by the higher-ups...”

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"Go back and tell your folks the ditch isn't being dug anymore. Everyone should just go about their business. I, Mu Ziquan, am a useless good-for-nothing..."

"Mu Zichuan!"

Before Mu Zichuan could finish his words, a sudden shout from Luo Fengtang erupted from behind him.

It was like a thunderbolt, leaving Mu Zichuan stunned.

The moment he turned his head, Luofengtang moved.

A tall and imposing figure, bearing the force of a gust of wind, rushed towards this side.

Luofengtang grabbed Mu Zichuan's collar and yanked him off the stool.

A fist the size of a sandbag slammed down onto Mu Zichuan's handsome, fair face.

"Boom!"

“Uh...”

Mu Zi Chuan let out a low groan and collapsed to the ground.

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Luo Fengtang rushed over, bent down, and grabbed Mu Zichuan's collar, roaring at him angrily.

"Mú Zǐchuān, are you still a man?"

"When you encounter some difficulties, do you just give up?"

"Don't you like Qing'er? Haven't you always wanted to compete with me and win her over?"

"With that pitiful display, you coward, you weakling, do you even deserve to like her? Do you even deserve to compete with me? As if!"

Mu Zi Chuan's face was swollen, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't bother to wipe it away. He stared straight at Luo Fengtang in front of him with his eyes wide open.

Luo Fengtang is still in the heat of things.

"Isn't it just that the strategy was rejected? It's not like the sky is falling."

"Rejected! Let's come up with some ideas together and try to persuade the higher-ups again. As for you, leaving a mess like this and just walking away?"

"The water won't recede, and it's our fellow villagers who are suffering. Your mother is in there too!"

"You don't care about your fellow villagers' lives, nor your mother's, but at least you should care about your own!"

Then, Luofengtang loosened his grip, got up and stood aside.

He pointed at Mu Zi Chuan on the ground: "If you're a man, stand up and let's continue."

"You're about to back down, you're like a dog crawling back to the ground."

"Without you, that water, me and Qing'er will continue to treat it!"

Luo Fengtang finished saying these words and stopped talking.

Yang Ruqing didn't speak again.

She wanted to say, but Luo Fengtang had already said it all for her.

Appealing to both emotion and reason, the choice now rests with Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan sat on the ground, his gaze fixed on Lu Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing for a moment.

He gritted his teeth and got up from the ground.

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“I won’t back down, I Mu Zichuan am not a coward!”

He glared at the two of them, his eyes red with anger, fists clenched tight as he practically shouted out the words.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruqing looked at each other, both letting out a simultaneous sigh of relief.

After tidying up the table haphazardly, the three of them sat down and regrouped to discuss flood control once more.

Yang Ruohua learned from Mu Zichuan.

Chang Tengjie Gua's flood control strategy, Mizi Chuan just presented it, immediately received Zhang's attention and approval.

However, another imperial envoy, Mr. Xu, strongly opposed it.

Mr. Xu's reasons for opposition were that digging canals was time-consuming, labor-intensive, and costly in terms of both human life and finances.

Moreover, with the current flooding situation, digging canals is undoubtedly a futile attempt to quench thirst from distant water sources.

Then, Xu (adult) also reprimanded Mu Zi Chuan severely, blaming him for being ineffective in his work and told him to return to reflect on himself.

"Such a good water management strategy was rejected, what exactly is that Xu trying to do?" Luo Fengtang frowned.

So, has he come up with any more effective flood control strategies himself? he asked.

Mu Zi Chuan shook his head.

"Lord Xu said, governing water cannot be rushed, one must plan for the long term," he said.

“But in my view, Xu's excuse is nothing but procrastination. The common people's suffering, he doesn't even bat an eyelid.”

“To reject my strategy isn't necessarily because you think it's not good. It's rather...”

Mu Zichuan wanted to speak but hesitated.

Yang Ruqing was intelligent and quick-witted. Hearing this, how could she not understand?

"Mr. Xu and Mr. Zhang, are you two secretly competing with each other?" she asked.

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Mu Zichuan nodded.

"You're not strangers, so there's no harm in telling you." he said.

To be frank, the current Emperor of Daqi is advancing in years, and the succession has become a pressing matter in recent years.

All the princes have come of age, each one eager to seize the throne.

“The Chinese martial arts ministers, the three elders of the cabinet, princes and nobles, as well as several prominent clans in Dachi, are secretly taking sides.”

And the two ministers, Xu and Zhang, were on opposing sides in the matter of choosing an heir.

Therefore, disaster relief and flood control, for these two, are also a kind of duel.

“I am a student of Zhang sir. If my strategy proves effective and the Emperor rewards me, Xu sir will naturally be displeased. Therefore, he refuted...”

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After hearing Mu Zichuan's explanation, Yang Ruohong and Luo Fengtang suddenly understood.

Luo Fengtang was so angry that he slammed his fist on the table.

"What kind of official is this? He only cares about his own little plot of land and ignores the lives of the common people. I'm furious!" he said.

Yang Ruqing also sneered and shook her head: "If an official doesn't serve the people, it's better to go home and sell sweet potatoes."

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Mukzi Chuan also wore a look of sentiment, retiring this path, it truly wasn't easy to walk.

It's not enough to just study. There's also intrigue and backstabbing going on behind the scenes.

I haven't even reached the center of power yet, and I'm already feeling exhausted.

But, the road is chosen by oneself. No matter how difficult it is, one has to grit their teeth and walk on.

"That's about all I know." Muxi Chuan steered the conversation back on track.

"The problem now is that our water management strategy for growing long vines cucumbers has been rejected. What do we do now?" he asked.

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Luo Fengtang frowned, lost in thought.

Yang Ruqing rested her elbows on the table, her thumb and index finger lightly touching her delicate chin, also deep in thought.

A moment later, her eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers.

“I thought of someone, perhaps he can help us solve this urgent problem,” she said.

Who?

Luo Fengtang and Mu Zichuan almost spoke in unison.

Yang Ruqing said, "Bai Lao Wu!"

Luo Fengtang suddenly understood, and his eyes lit up. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

Mu Zichuan was at a loss: "Who is Bai Lao Wu? I've never heard of him..."

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Yang Ruqing curled her lips: "If you want to hear something strange, then that's what you call strange."

"Old Five, we all call him Uncle Bai, he's serving in the Southern army camp. He's acquainted with both me and Tang Ya Zi."