Seeing Xiao Hongtao's hesitant expression, Yang Mengchen pointed at the map, "The prefectural city is too close to Quicksand River and the terrain is slightly lower. Relying solely on dredging and repairing the river channel is only a temporary solution, not a cure. Relocating the city could avoid flooding, but the project is too vast and unrealistic.

We must start with irrigation, otherwise even a slightly larger flood could destroy all our hard work. My method not only resolves the flood problem to the greatest extent, it's also applicable across Dong Chu."

"Is that really possible?" Xiao Hongtao's eyes lit up.

Since ancient times, water disasters have been a major problem, and it's a shame that no one has come up with a good solution. This has also been a great concern for the Emperor and the Imperial Court.

Yang Mengchen nodded gently.

"First, we can build reservoirs in these areas. During the rainy season, we store water, and when the reservoirs are full, we can release water gradually, layer by layer until it reaches downstream, thus reducing the water level. During the dry season, the water stored in the reservoirs can be used for irrigation of farmlands in the surrounding areas;

Second, just like what was done in Jinquan Village, we can dig canals to divert water from Quicksand River, while also connecting the small rivers of each county and village. Each county and village can then dig their own small reservoirs and ponds, which not only help with distribution, but also store water individually;

Third, we can build dams for the reservoirs using cement and large stones, which are both sturdy and durable;

Of course, it is best to consult with local farmers before actual implementation, as they are more helpful than local officials. The annual work of dredging and repairing waterways is also essential. By doing this, we need not worry about water disasters, whether it's the rainy or dry season."

"This method not only manages water disasters but also addresses the drought in remote areas – it is truly ingenious!" Xiao Hongtao was so excited that his face flushed red, "I will write a memorial to report this to the Emperor right away!" As he spoke, he headed towards the study.

Watching Xiao Hongtao's hastily departing figure, Yang Mengchen shook her head with amusement. Uncle Xiao had always been concerned about the state and the people's wellbeing, so his keen interest in irrigation was not surprising at all since it was indeed a great cause benefitting the nation and the people.

Several days later, Long Xuanmo personally, along with a few officials, came and held a secret meeting in Xiao Hongtao's study. Soon after, major irrigation projects commenced in Qinghe Prefecture and throughout Dong Chu, with Long Xuanmo taking the lead responsibility.

Yang Mengchen stopped paying attention to these matters, as she was busy helping Yang Chenghong (under the name of Xiao Hongtao) instruct the villagers on planting tea and mulberry trees, as well as firing porcelain.

Without realizing it, three years had passed, and now Qinghe Prefecture had become a city famous throughout the land for its tea, silk, and porcelain. Merchants from various regions flocked there, and its prosperity rivaled that of major economic hubs. Especially with its clear and efficient administration, the people lived peacefully and happily.

"Jiujiu is back!" Seeing Yang Mengchen, Madam Yang Zhou, who was playing with her great-grandson in the garden, cheerfully called out to her granddaughter.

Yang Zonghan (the son of Yang Chengrong and Xiao Wanxue) hurriedly put down the dragon fruit he was holding, slid down from the chair, and waddled towards Yang Mengchen, joyfully shouting, "Auntie!"

"Slow down, Tian Gao, slow down, Auntie won't leave!" Yang Mengchen stepped forward to catch Tian Gao, taking out a handkerchief to gently wipe the fruit stains from his face.

At birth, the child wasn't red and wrinkled like other babies; instead, he had smooth, fair skin. Eighth Brother accordingly suggested the name 'Baozi' (steamed bun), while Yingtong thought he resembled a 'Tian Gao' (sweet cake), irresistible and tempting to take a bite. The family agreed, and now little Tian Gao was already over a year old.

Wrapping his hands around Yang Mengchen's neck, Tian Gao, as usual, planted a 'smack' on her cheek and giggled merrily.

Yang Mengchen also kissed both sides of his tiny face, picked him up, and sat beside the stone table, smiling at Old Lady Luo and Madam Yang Zhou, "Didn't you two grandparents go to Qinghe Prefecture? Why are you back?"

A few days ago the four elders mentioned going on a trip. She had been in the hospital teaching students anatomy and didn't know they had returned home.

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