Xia Houren said with a dark face, "I'll have it delivered later."
He paused and was reluctant to give the original to Zhao Hanzhang, so he said: "That is my hard work for many years. I want to keep some as a souvenir. How about you wait for me to make a copy of it and give it to you?"
"How dare you bother uncle? Ting Han is also good at painting, so why not give the manuscript to us and let us copy it." Zhao Hanzhang said with a smile: "After the painting is completed, I will personally return the manuscript to my uncle."
Xia Houren still wanted to fight for it, so Zhao Ming squinted his eyes and said, "Zitai is not willing to let go, so he wants to go back on his word, right?"
Xia Houren's face was dark. The reason why he agreed before mentioning this matter was because he was afraid that they would think so. Sure enough, they still thought so. What a villain. Is he that kind of person?
Xia Houren rolled up his sleeves, called his attendants, and said on the spot: "Go back and fetch all my manuscripts from Yuzhou."
Xia Houren's manuscripts are all in the suitcase, so for people like Xia Houren who love to travel, if danger occurs, their lifelong efforts may be lost in the long river of history.
Zhao Hanzhang felt that she was saving her hard work for them. With this thought, she accepted the manuscript that Chang Sui had brought over without any psychological burden.
There are many manuscripts, and although they are only about Yuzhou, they are also a thick pile. Most of them are written on paper, but some are written on silk.
Zhao Hanzhang casually took out a roll of silk and opened it, and found that it was a topographic map of Shangcai. The handwriting was very old, and he must have been drawing it for several years.
Zhao Hanzhang raised his eyebrows slightly, rolled up the silk cloth, and said to Xia Houren, who looked pained, "Don't worry, uncle, I will return the manuscript as soon as possible."
Xia Houren tried not to look at the manuscripts on the table because he was too heartbroken.
Zhao Ming accepted the offer and invited Xia Houren, "Please prepare a little wine at home. Can Zitai drink with me?"
Xia Houren looked at Zhao Hanzhang.
Zhao Ming said with a pleased look on his face: "Sanniang is extremely filial and is keeping her filial piety for her uncle, so she won't join us."
Xia Houren could only leave.
When Zhao Ming left, he secretly glared at Zhao Hanzhang and warned her that she had been more honest recently and her reputation had already been given to her, so don't ruin his brand.
Zhao Cheng had a look of disapproval. As far as he knew, Zhao Hanzhang started drinking after he passed the hot filial piety, which was not a bitter filial piety. Wouldn't it be deceptive for Fifth Brother to do this?
Zhao Hanzhang successfully received Zhao Ming's signal, nodded slightly to him, and respectfully sent the five uncles out of the door together with Fu Tinghan.
Zhao Hanzhang stood in front of the gate to see them off respectfully. As soon as they walked away, the smile on his face immediately dropped, he picked up Fu Tinghan and ran home, "Go and read the manuscript."
Ji Yuan also received the news and came over, and the three of them looked through Xia Houren's manuscript together.
Most of them are paintings, and only some are manuscripts. The manuscripts mostly record the customs and customs of various places, as well as some mountains and rivers.
For example, Yingshui is a branch from the Huai River. Fifty miles below it, because of the narrow channel, the river will overflow every three or five years. The local people think that the river god is asking for bribes, so they throw livestock into the river every three years.
Sacrifice.
The nearby villages were saddened by the increasing value of the sacrifices, and more and more people fled the village. However, Xia Houren believed that the flooding of the river was due to the accumulation of silt in the river, and that the silt only needed to be removed.
It also contains his response when he went to the local county magistrate to talk about the matter.
The county magistrate said that he knew about this and had sent people to preach to the villagers and arranged for each village to send labor to clean up the river. However, the villagers did not appreciate it and thought that the county magistrate wasted money and wasted money and offended the river god.
Because of the severe flooding in the second year of dredging, the river was still overflowing, even more serious than in previous years.
The county magistrate complained bitterly, believing that there were two main reasons for the flooding of the river at that time. One was that the rainfall happened to be more than in previous years; the other was that the workers were lazy and did not clear the silt according to his regulations, but dug out some silt, but still
There was a section of the river that had not been cleared, which caused the river to become even narrower and more abrupt. The water flow upstream surged, and when it came together, it washed away that section of the river that had not been dredged in accordance with regulations.
But since then, it has been difficult for him to direct the people in those villages to clear the silt.
The county magistrate simply lay down and allowed them to offer sacrifices every year.
Xia Houren expressed regret for this incident, then drew a map of the river course and left.
Fu Tinghan looked at the map of that section of the river carefully and said: "To dredge this section, it is not enough. We have to start from here. It is best to dig a new river to divert the water. It can not only control floods, but also increase the number of fields."
Amount of watering.”
Zhao Hanzhang: "This project is not small and requires a lot of manpower and material resources."
Ji Yuan: "...Girl, Yingshui is in Ruyin, far away from us in Runan. Do you want to take a look at the picture of Runan first?"
"Oh," Zhao Hanzhang honestly put down the picture and manuscript and looked for Runan's picture.
It is not a self-contained picture. It is basically one picture for each county, or several pictures. Xia Houren also drew pictures as he pleased. Sometimes he drew a picture of villages and towns, and sometimes he drew a separate picture of river courses.
Integrating them into one picture is also a huge workload, but this can be done later. Copy them now, but with so many drawings and so many details, it is also a big project.
The three of them just organized and separated the counties in Yuzhou. They were busy until the evening before they were divided into counties.
Mrs. Wang came to see them twice. Seeing that they were busy, she gave them a meal and left without disturbing them again.
She was about to change her clothes and lie down when there was a sudden knock on the door. She was startled, "It's late at night, who's coming?"
Qinggu went out to inquire and came back soon, "It's Mr. Ming. He went directly to the study."
Ms. Wang suddenly felt worried, "It's so late...could something happen?"
Qinggu: "Is it because of the competition in the afternoon?"
Mrs. Wang didn't know until Xia Houren left that her daughter had competed with others, but because Zhao Hanzhang won, she didn't take it seriously.
At this moment, Fang felt scared. Xia Houren's status was not low, maybe he was interested in this competition?
Seeing that she was really worried, Qing Gu said, "Should I go to the study to take a look?"
"Go quickly," Mrs. Wang said after walking around in a circle: "Bring some snacks and let the kitchen cook some meat. When I went to look at it in the evening, there were a lot of manuscripts on the table. I was hungry quickly when I used my brain, but I was full after eating meat.
quick."
Qinggu agreed.
Fu An led Zhao Ming in. Zhao Hanzhang raised his head and nodded casually, "It's so late at night, why did uncle come here?"
Zhao Ming walked up directly to look at the manuscripts in front of her, "What do you think?"
Zhao Hanzhang smiled and presented the half-organized drawing with both hands, "Look, this is a picture of the mountains and rivers of Xiping and Shangcai."
Zhao Ming opened it and saw the detailed markings on Zhao's Wubao. Even the roads next to it were clearly marked.
He couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine, "When was this painted? How could Xia Houren paint it in such detail?"
"There is a date under the picture."
Zhao Ming glanced at it, then raised his head to stare at Zhao Hanzhang, "How did you know that Xia Houren had such a picture?"