The fire spread again, and nearly five or six farmers' wheat fields were burned. At this time, farmers from all over the country who were fighting the fire finally arrived. Anyone who could carry water carried wooden buckets filled with water and poured it into the fire.

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"My wheat, my wheat..." Several farmers who had their wheat fields devoured by the fire shouted uncontrollably.

Faced with such a fire, these people felt that the sky was falling apart when they looked at the charred embers left behind after burning wheat straw in the farmland. These were all their hard work for half a year. Now that a fire has burned everything, let

How do they pay taxes and survive?

Yang Lin, dirty and disheveled, returned from the fire-fighting front line. When he saw these people, he felt pity in his heart. Seeing that the fire was still burning, relying only on carrying water to extinguish the fire was obviously a drop in the bucket and could not stop the spread of the fire due to the wind.

"Brother Lin, what should we do now? Just relying on the whole pavilion can't do anything. The weather is dry now and there is a southeasterly wind. If this continues, half of the farmland in the pavilion will be burned down." Zhao Meng pushed aside the crowd.

, his face and body were also blackened by the fire, he asked anxiously.

Yang Lin also realized the seriousness of the fire. If half of the pavilion's farmland was burned down, this year's taxes would not be paid at all. By then, not only every household, but also Yang Lin would be punished.

Looking at the sea of ​​​​fire and the farmers who were busy putting out the fire, Yang Lin squatted down and touched his chin to think about the southeast wind, the fire, and the wheat straw. He sorted out his thoughts, muttered in his heart, and suddenly slapped his head.

How could I have forgotten the simplest thing to do?

With an idea in mind, Yang Lin immediately called Zhao Meng, and then hurriedly ordered, "Go and gather everyone and let everyone harvest all the wheat within a ten-foot radius around the fire." Then he patted the latter's shoulder again,

"Remember, wheat in the northwest has more manpower. Go quickly!"

Zhao Meng immediately responded and called everyone who was putting out the fire together, and then informed everyone of Yang Lin's method.

"You little kid, you don't let us put out the fire but let us harvest wheat. How can you feel at ease?" At this time, someone walked out of the crowd and reprimanded Zhao Meng with his fist raised.

When the latter saw that the visitor was Chen Li Chang, he couldn't help but feel angry. Ever since Yang Lin became the pavilion chief, the man surnamed Chen has been singing the opposite tune. "Chen Li Chang, this is Pavilion Chief Yang's method. If you don't want to do it, you can continue."

Fetch water. Ladies and gentlemen, the pavilion chief even harvested his own wheat in advance in order to drive away the sparrows and make straw men. Could he still deceive us? Everyone, harvest the surrounding wheat fields quickly, the fire waits for no one."

Then Zhao Meng said hurriedly, "All the people from Anyangli and Zhangtunli are going to the northwest, and those from other li are scattered around."

When everyone heard Zhao Meng's words, they all made sense when they thought about it. Yang Lin's prestige in Lishui Pavilion is quite high now. When they heard that it was the pavilion chief's method, everyone immediately followed the instructions and went to harvest wheat quickly, leaving only Chen Lichang alone.

Leaving bitterly.

The southeast wind continued to blow the fire and spread it to the northwest. Under Yang Lin's instructions, two farmers in the northwest wheat field were hurriedly harvesting wheat within ten feet of the sea of ​​​​fire.

As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers. There are hundreds of people. Some are harvesting and some are transporting the wheat. Everything is done in a tense and orderly manner. Yang Lin is also busy among the crowd.

Within half an hour of fighting against the sea of ​​fire, the people of Lishui Pavilion finally finished harvesting all the wheat fields within ten feet. At this time, everyone was tired and panting. Yang Lin looked at the still burning wheat fields and said to Zhao Meng,

"Now is not the time to rest. Let the farmers carry water and cover all the harvested areas with a layer of water."

After hearing this, the latter immediately informed everyone again, and the tired crowd became busy again. Anyone who could carry water followed Yang Lin's instructions and poured buckets of water into the ten-foot wheat field that he had just harvested.

"Brother Lin, everything has been done according to your instructions." Zhao Meng looked at the sea of ​​​​fire that was still burning and said to Yang Lin with a little worry. At this time, the fire was still burning, and he didn't know whether this method was feasible.

Yang Lin nodded. Seeing everyone looking at him, he stared at the sea of ​​fire and said calmly: "Just wait and see."

Everyone stood on the outside and watched. The fire continued to spread under the northwest wind, and the fire outside slowly moved forward for about four or five feet in an area of ​​ten feet, and then stopped.

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Seeing this, everyone finally put aside their worries, and then, no matter how the fire burned, it did not continue to spread.

"Brother Lin, the fire has stopped, it has stopped..." Zhao Meng jumped up happily, thinking that Brother Lin is indeed Brother Lin, he can think of a solution at any time.

Yang Lin breathed a sigh of relief and saw that everyone's tired faces were covered with ashes. He couldn't help but smile, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

The people in Lishui Pavilion also smiled happily, and some people praised Yang Lin again. After several incidents, everyone believed that as long as Yang Lin was there, there would be no troubles that Lishui Pavilion could not solve.

"Give way, give way..." At this time, Xia Houying pushed aside the crowd and walked in. When he saw Yang Lin, he immediately ran over and said, "Pavilion chief, Xia Houying has neglected his duty." The man's stubborn face showed

His face was filled with shame and he lowered his head.

Yang Lin patted Xia Houying on the shoulder and said, "If there's anything wrong, it's my fault, Yang Lin's. I didn't arrange the inspection." Then he asked again, "Has the person who set the fire been caught?"

Hearing this question, Xia Houying's originally angry mood seemed to explode, his eyes revealed a look of hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The fourth son of the Zhang family and I chased all the way to Sishui Pavilion. We were about to catch up with him when we saw it. I never thought that Liu Ji would lead us."

People stopped me."

"Sishui Pavilion? Liu Ji?" Yang Lin muttered in surprise, "Are you sure it is Sishui Pavilion?" He then asked.

"It is indeed the Surabaya Pavilion. We chased it for more than 20 miles. And I also saw Liu Ji in front of the Lu Mansion. How could I admit my mistake?"

Ji can't get away with it. Zhang Laosi and I wanted to chase after him, but Liu Ji refused to let us go and even had people drive us out of Sishui Pavilion."

Li Ba had a straight temper and said in a rough thunderous voice, "It's his grandma's, Brother Lin, I'm going to find that Liu Ji right now."

"Come back here!" Yang Lin immediately shouted to Li Baxun, who was about to leave.

Wang Shan also said angrily, "Brother Lin, is this the matter?"

"Forget it?" Yang Lin sneered in his heart. According to what Xia Houying said, he knew the person behind the scenes. The only thing that he never expected was that Liu Bang was the first to declare war on him. In this case, Yang Lin

What's there to fear?

"Since you want to play." Yang Lin said with an inadvertent sneer at the corner of his mouth, "It's not polite to come back without reciprocating." He whispered some instructions to Li Ba and the others.
Chapter completed!