The Water Pulse Has Sound

In the seventh year of Yonghe period, Qinglongdu burst its embankment. It's not a natural disaster, it's a man-made disaster. The southern court was half-confident and cut off the water transport to the north of the Yangtze River with its own hands, and millions of refugees were killed in floods. A dynasty's water vein has been stained with blood and become a curse. Eighty years later, refugees in red gathered in Jiangbei. Yang Da rose from the dead, robbed official warehouses, gathered rebel troops, received seals and ribbons, and went from starving to death to become an envoy of the imperial court. He thought that putting on official uniform would make him justifiable, thought that the Northern Expedition could wash away a hundred years of humiliation, and thought that returning to the village would bring peace to the people. But the grain and wages were mixed with sand, the canal transport was sunk, and the temples and temples were filled with edicts, and Jiangbei was abandoned as a lonely land. The red clothes were stained with blood, the rebel army collapsed, and the deceased died. The river that was cut off back then is still flowing; The hatred that was buried back then has already taken root. Another fifty years later, there were storms and waves on the coast. The descendants of the canal workers at that time eventually became the sword of destruction of the country. A river flows for one hundred and fifty years, Drowning the man who originally dug the embankment. Water is blood, sound is regret. Those who sank to the bottom of the river, were buried in the soil, and were forgotten in the history books, Never silent.