Fang Zhongyong and Chai Lin smiled at each other with a small amount of money in their eyes. A big-headed civilian rushed in and gave a gift to Fang Zhongyong:

"Mr. Chai, the dredged canal in the west was blocked by a sunken ship from the upstream this afternoon. At this moment, the mud was so muddy that it was not very good. Mr. Fan asked you to come over and help me."

Seeing that he had recognized the wrong person, Chai Lin hurriedly straightened his back and stepped forward first: "I understand."

Then, he took the official's pace and said to the big-headed civil servant and Fang Zhongyong behind his hands: "You come with me."

As he said that, he walked out of the tent with his hands behind his back.

Fang Zhongyong and the big-headed civilian who ran away with a sweat, looked at each other in a helpless manner, followed Chai Lin.

...

The thin and pale river water was weak and swollen with the fishy, ​​salty and bitter mud, emitting a pungent smell. A group of folk men, their legs were glued to brown mud, shouting trumpets, trying to drag the wrecked ship that was trapped in the mud.

A 15 or 16-year-old bronze-colored skin, slightly unfavorable to the age of a river, rolled up his trouser legs and jumped out of the smelly and dirty mud. His hands were pushing hard from the side of the back boat.

Fang Zhongyong looked at the wreckage, suddenly waved his hand and signaled everyone to stop.

Chai Lin also looked at Fang Zhongyong with confusion, but still signaled everyone to obey Fang Zhongyong's instructions.

Fang Zhongyong turned to Chai Lin and whispered: "To be honest, you have ready-made self-defense items that you brought from Chen Qi? Just like the thing you fired from the last time in the Zhaima Gang?"

Chai Lin was so uncomfortable when Fang Zhongyong saw him that he had to take out one from his sleeve like a treasure and hand it to Fang Zhongyong.

Fang Zhongyong took the "landmine" and took a look:

There is a small safety bolt on the shell made of bamboo. It seems that Chen Qi's craftsmanship has improved a lot.

"No," Fang Zhongyong patted Chai Lin's shoulder while ordering everyone to retreat.

Then, he blinked his eyes and said to Chai Lin: "Let me write to Chen Qi, give him some money to go to Bian Jing too. Let's find him a craftsman. If that kid can make a better one, don't be so reluctant to leave this."

Just as the safety plug was about to be opened, the young fat official who had already taken a step back came up and said, "But do blasting? This year's blasting indicator has reached the specified upper limit. If you do this, you are causing trouble for Mr. Fan Zhongyan and Fan."

Fang Zhongyong pulled him over and whispered: "Who can prove that there is a blasting here without the official registration of blasting products? If you don't blast, you can't pull out a wrecked ship until dark. If you lose efficiency, you will be even more sorry for Mr. Fan, right?"

The lucky little official said unyieldingly: "These many people here are all recruited civilians who have been managing rivers for a long time. Who has never seen the blasting of ships and huge rocks and dredging rivers? What if any one of them is ill-intentioned and framed Mr. Fan?"

As he said that, the little official looked at Fang Zhongyong with a meaningful look.

That look was filled with the spirit of replacing Fan Zhongyan's guess that "there are always unruly people who want to harm me."

"Me?" Fang Zhongyong was speechless by him. Chai Lin behind him rushed up and said, "What's your name? You're so arrogant?"

"Mr. Chai, right? I am Zhang Xi, as you are the ninth-rank Dushui Supervisor. You really have no reason to scold me like this!" The fatal little official said loudly with a little thrust his stomach and his qi sinks into his dantian.

"Zhang Xi?" Fang Zhongyong hesitated, and began his historical calculations in his heart, and then slowly said: "Are you the second son of Zhang Kang and Zhang?"

"So what?" Zhang Xi rolled up his sleeves and said, "I knew you people would not do it. If you don't do it, let's continue, fellow villagers, go ahead."

With a command, he led the way and jumped off the mud, continuing to use the ox-like posture to push the sinking ship that caused silt.

Seeing that he was like this, Fang Zhongyong had to take off his boots and throw them on the dike. He also jumped out of the mud with his sleeves and rolled up his legs to help Zhang Xi. Zhang Xi beside him had no trace of yamen's aura, and was simple and straightforward, which made people sigh that he was Zhang Kang's son.

Zhang Xi was a little relieved when he saw this innocent scholar-in-chief, and he felt very guilty in his heart that he shouldn't have spoken out, but he didn't dare to look at Fang Zhongyong directly on his face.

Chai Lin heard that Zhang Xi, the younger brother of Zhang Kang's eldest son Zhang Jie, who had been engaged to Wang Ziyue, was a little reluctant. Now, seeing Fang Zhongyong approaching, he jumped down without thinking that he was dirty and smelly, he had to pinch his nose and roll his trouser legs and jump down.

Even though he jumped down, he looked down on Zhang Xi who was using brute force. While no one was paying attention, Chai Lin looked around and pulled the mine safety bolt away, buried it in the mud near the middle of the shipwreck on the side of the crowd, then took a bamboo pole, tied a stone on it, and threw it in that direction with force.

"Boom!" The mud splashed, and all the personnel instantly became Terracotta Warriors.

"Is anyone injured? Is there anything wrong?" Fang Zhongyong was the first to react and asked hurriedly.

"Sir, nothing happened."

"Nothing happens."

"Nothing is wrong, sir."

...

After confirming that everyone is safe, Fang Zhongyong began to watch Chai Lin’s “results”:

The ship exploded in the middle and could be dragged away by the villagers in sections, but the mud was blown up everywhere.

Everyone was in a mess. Fang Zhongyong had to command the civilians to drag away the blocked shipwreck first, and then dispatch everyone to dredge the river.

The smell of the river was really unpleasant. Fang Zhongyong, Chai Lin, Zhang Xi and the three of them stood shoulder to shoulder until dark, and then they walked up to the dam with their arms around and prepared to go to bathe and change clothes.

"I want me to tell you that this time, we are just a boy who takes out feces." Fang Zhongyong teased.

"It's not you, Zhang Xi, you guy. If we just asked us to arrange a blast on the case, wouldn't it save a lot of trouble?" Chai Lin said to Zhang Xi, and his teeth grinned on his face, which looked particularly funny.

"That's different. You broke into the mud secretly. They didn't see it. Who can say anything? Although I don't like to study, my father taught me that Xianggong Fan is a good person. When he came here, he was not reckless and implicated him." Zhang Xi spoke with a Taizhou accent and said very domineeringly.

"Let's go take a shower first. If you ask me, we might as well hire a ox cart and go all the way to the city to wash. It's too sloppy." Chai Lin said to Fang Zhongyong.

Fang Zhongyong hugged Chai Lin with his mud claws, then pulled Zhang Xi, and said with a smile: "Go together. Brother Zhang, do you dare? You look so embarrassed, go to the kiln in the city to take a shower?"

A trace of clouds like rouge appeared on Zhang Xi's bronze face. He seemed to have rarely been involved in this path, but he was still energetic: "Why don't you dare? A real man stands tall and leaves!"

Three 15 or 16-year-olds covered in smelly mud, like nouveau riche in the countryside, took a ox cart and headed towards the red silk waving place in Kaidefu City.

Fang Zhongyong's thoughts were so striking: In his previous life, the three major irons in life that everyone talked about, carried guns together, went to the countryside together, and employed prostitutes together.

After this together, Zhang Xi, who was blown up together, was scattered into mud, and went to the kiln together, was his brother.

At that time, it would be a matter of a matter of minutes to know the heroic father in Zhang Xi's family who is familiar with military tactics and fights against Xixia? When I thought of beating the gangster Li Yuanhao of Xixia, I felt a sensation in my heart and hands.

...

When the Censor announced the imperial edict, when he went to Fan Zhongyan's tent, Fan Zhongyan had already set up the incense table, tidied up his clothes, and stood up to wait.

This is an edict commending his contribution to the river management and special orders to return to Beijing, serve as a scholar of the Guange, and sent him to serve as the prefect of Kaifeng.

Following the convention, Fan Zhongyan handed over the formatted remarks that had been prepared. Unexpectedly, the Censor of Xuanzhi took out two more appointment letters.

That means: three times of humble resignation process, one time, Mr. Fan, thank you for your hard work, please go back to Beijing, hey-

Fan Zhongyan himself didn't know that it was the prime minister Wang Zeng who recalled him so urgently. Looking at Ouyang Xiu and Yin Zhu, a group of boys who only obeyed Fan Zhongyan, was a little dissatisfied. He was afraid that those young children would be killed by Lu Yijian and pulled him up, so he applied for it.
Chapter completed!