As time entered May, the drought in Liaodong had gradually begun to show itself.
It should have been the season when grass and trees grew wild, yet the crops in the fields looked listless and dejected, their heads drooping.
Faced with this situation, the common people could only spare no hardship in drawing water from rivers and wells to irrigate their fields.
But as the weather grew hotter and hotter, the water levels in the rivers and wells kept falling.
Day by day, Emperor Yanping was still gathering power in the Imperial Court, while the drought in Liaodong became more and more severe.
And the irritation in Yang Zhengshan's heart grew thicker and thicker.
As the drought in Liaodong gradually worsened, signs of drought also appeared in Chongshan Town. Although the drought in Chongshan Town was relatively mild, the impact it brought was still considerable.
June eighth.
Yang Zhengshan rode Red Cloud, bringing ten personal attendants with him, and under the lead of Yan Hua, deputy Chief Clerk of the Engineering Department, arrived on the bank of the Yinghe to the northeast of Chongshan Pass.
"Marquis! It's this section!"
Yan Hua pointed at the river channel and said with a grave expression.
Yang Zhengshan looked over and saw three medium-sized Fuchuan stopped in the river channel. His expression also turned solemn.
Yan Hua had originally been a clerical official in the Jizhou Prefecture Magistrate Office. He was proficient in dredging river channels and had participated many times in river management tasks within Jizhou.
Last year, when Chongshan Town needed to dredge the Yinghe channel, they had poached him from Jizhou, and the work of dredging the Yinghe channel had been presided over by him.
But now, three ships had actually run aground in this river channel. Running aground was one