In the tenth year of Jiading, the Jin soldiers pressed the territory. When Huang Gan, the prefect of Anqing, took office, he discovered that the so-called "first pass of the river defense" was nothing more than an earthen wall of less than three miles. It would collapse as soon as the river water rushed in, and it would be broken as soon as the Jinqi came.
Imperial appropriation? Nowhere in sight. Local gentry? Obstruction in secret. Common people? Afraid of being conquered.
What's even worse is that Zhao Shi, the best stonemason in the city, hates the government to the core - his father died while repairing Jiuwei, and the government only paid twenty guan in compensation.
Huang Gan patted the case: No wait! Raise your own money and food, and start work today!
Zhao Shi sneered: Another official came to die.
However, none of them expected that the autumn floods would come, the fine work would come, and the ten thousand golden cavalry would come.
Unexpectedly, a sixty-seven-year-old scholar would beat the drum with his own hands to defend the city; a stonemason who had hated the government for twenty years would use his broken ribs to push up the city wall.
A hundred days of attack and a bloody battle of seven days and nights. On the day when the monument was erected in the new city, Zhao Shi secretly carved four words on the monument -
People's power is the basis.
Huang Gan saw it. He didn't wipe it off.
