In Jiankang in May, there was little besides sweltering heat and rain.
There were no weather forecasts in those days, so no one knew whether a typhoon had passed somewhere to the south or what. In any case, on the fifth day after Liu Cheng's daughter A Weng was born, and the day after Xie Xuan was sent to foster at the manor, rain suddenly began to fall, and it continued for four or five days.
It fell like the Milky Way hanging upside down, like waters flooding Jinshan.
And so, the moment the rain stopped, mills and tofu, Jiangling and Kuaiji, Hu people and aristocratic clans, peace for ten thousand generations-all had to be set aside. Draining the floodwaters and providing disaster relief came first.
In fact, Liu Cheng really did not need to worry about Twin Manor. This was what the elders among the refugee groups did, and they had experience. They mobilized the able-bodied men, divided up the work, and cooperated to clear waterways, repair bridges and dikes, drain standing water, and sweep away silt.
It could fairly be called orderly.
But had Liu Acheng not become Liu Langya? He could hardly concern himself with just one manor.
First, he immediately sent men from the manor to clear the Jiangcheng stretches of Jurong Avenue and Jingkou Avenue, ensuring that transport around the heart of the Great Jin was restored at once. Then he sent orders to Jincheng, instructing the commandery officials to inspect government properties and major settlements everywhere and promptly submit tables detailing the damage.
As for Liu Cheng himself, he personally led a party of over a hundred, including several local elders and his newly recruited core staff, along the northern headwaters of the Qinhuai River, which ran through the southern part of the displaced