He Died in the Yellow River, Leaving Behind a Wall

Introduction to the work The Yellow River has been flooded for hundreds of years, and it is not the people who drown, but the truth. Chen Yanzhi, a junior official from the Ministry of Industry, was sent to Tongwaxiang. On the first day he took office, he found two inscriptions - "straw" - on the desk of his predecessor. My ex "slipped" and drowned three months ago. He dug down along the embankment. Under the two feet of soil, there was no lime, no glutinous rice pulp, only rotten straw. Embankments are built every year and straw is stuffed every year. When the flood comes, it collapses immediately. Seven villages on the north bank were flooded three years ago. This is not an act of God. Five miles upstream, wealthy gentry Zhou Heting built a weir privately, forcing the Yellow River to divert, causing floods to hit Sanli Bay every year. Ten miles downstream, the imperial kiln factory cut off the sand to make a profit, and the dignitaries waited for the flood season to open their doors so that they could sell the sand for silver. A dike connects the chain of interests from the gentry to the elders, from the local government to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Everyone cuts flesh on the Yellow River, and for every breach, the people fill it with their lives. Chen Yanzhi carved the truth on three stone tablets and placed them at the ferry, market, and city gate. The people gathered around, the dignitaries attacked, and the imperial envoy rushed over with "goodwill" - "If you get to the bottom of it, you will find the queen's brother, you will find the three elders, and you will find the Ministry of Internal Affairs where the emperor built the garden. This case cannot be solved." He didn't compromise. He burned the evidence—copies. The original copy was divided into three parts: one for the censor, one for the common people, and the last part was built into the wall of the River God Temple. The river god was silent, but there were words on the wall. Twenty years from now, someone will tear down that wall. This is a "man versus a machine" story. No golden fingers, no happy ending. There is only a man-eating Yellow River and people who won't shut up.