A corner of Jiangzhou, Jiangnan Road, located in Longcheng County downstream of Yunmengze.
It rained a lot these past two days.
There is no thunder.
There is only rain.
At first, it was sparse and light rain.
The next day, it was dripping and raining heavily.
Another day passed, and it rained heavily.
Just as the people of Longcheng County and the county government were getting worried, the sky suddenly cleared up.
The rain stopped.
At dusk, the dark clouds dispersed, and in the sky after the rain cleared, the orange fire clouds were particularly eye-catching.
With the setting sun scene.
Extraordinarily gorgeous and gorgeous.
It's like a reward after going through hardships.
The county officials standing under the dripping eaves looked relaxed and looked at each other, showing some joy.
In many places in the county, in the streets and alleys, this scene of people feeling relieved and happy happens from time to time.
The beautiful scenery of the setting sun made many people under the roof feel divine.
Because except for children who are not yet sensible, the locals of Longcheng, who have been tortured by the moody floods of Butterfly Creek for a long time, are naturally cautious about any rain in the plum rainy season.
Based on the old people’s experience of the twenty-four solar terms.
This should be the last heavy rain of the plum rainy season, and it seems to have finally come to an end.
It was only at this moment that the pressure that had been piled on the hearts of the officials and people of Longcheng County since the rainy season was finally released.
"It rained for three days and finally stopped. It's a nice sunny day in Mingfu. It's a nice sunny day."
In the lobby of the county government office, Diao Xian Cheng's head was like a duck's neck, sticking out of the eaves, and a series of water from the roof hit his eyelids.
The old county magistrate, however, did not wipe his face, ran to the open space, danced, turned to announce the good news to Ouyang Rong and others who were waiting solemnly in the lobby.
The faces of the latter still retained some of the seriousness and nervousness they had during the heavy rain not long ago.
At this moment, Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang, Liu Ashan and others did not look at Diao Xian Cheng who had slipped on the wet bluestone in the courtyard. They looked at each other and vomited.
"Mingfu, the solar terms will change in two days. The rainy season has finally passed."
Yan Liulang turned around and smiled.
Ouyang Rong ignored it, tilted his head and said: "Has the latest water level information from the upstream Shuize Monument been sent back?"
Liu Ashan organized his words, nodded and said:
"Sir, we are still on the way. The news was just sent back half an hour ago. If the brothers hurry up, it will take another hour for the next time the news comes."
Ouyang Rong nodded and looked around the county government lobby where the atmosphere was relaxed.
In addition to him and Diao County Prime Minister Yan Liulang and others, officials at all levels of the county government were also preparing for the attack.
This is because Ouyang Rong paid special attention to it when he came down from the mountain to take charge of Longcheng, and took the trouble to warn in advance.
In the past two days, this seemed to be the last heavy rain in the plum rainy season, and everyone in the Longcheng County government was extremely nervous.
We were all ready to go and were in our places, mentally prepared for another flood to come.
So the whole day just now, the atmosphere in the county government lobby was quite depressing. Ouyang Rong was sitting in the center, mobilizing command.
The officials who were inspecting the Shui Ze Monument upstream were also working hard throughout the day, sending a steady stream of messages to update the latest water level of the Shui Ze Monument designated by Ouyang Rong in a timely manner.
Half an hour ago, when the heavy rain had not stopped, the latest water level at the Shui Ze Monument was quite high, close to the danger line.
Now, the heavy rain has finally ended, which seems to indicate that the rising water has stopped.
"Continue to monitor the water level and notify me as soon as there is any news. As for the others..."
Ouyang Rong looked around the county government lobby, scanning the tired and relaxed faces. He paused, nodded and said:
"Everyone, let's go back and have a rest for the time being. Let's have dinner. It's been a hard day, but colleagues on duty at night remember to come to work on time. Someone from the county government must keep an eye on it..."
Ouyang Rong chattered a few words, a smile appeared on his serious lips, and he waved his hand to send everyone off.
After some instructions and arrangements, Ouyang Rong was the last to leave the county government office lobby, and met Ye Weilai at the county government office gate holding an umbrella for a visit.
The latter's little face was full of worry and his temples were wet, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, lowered his head and rubbed her little white head:
"I'm fine. The rain has stopped. Don't worry. Let's go home."
Ouyang Rong glanced back at Luming Street under the setting sun. He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and took Ye Weilai back to the Meilin Courtyard.
In the study, Ouyang Rong had just wiped his face with the hot towel handed over by the white-haired maid, his ears twitched slightly, and he turned to look in the direction of Mei Lin behind the yard.
"Well, Master, the young lady of the Su family is calling you again."
Ye Weilai, who was leaning back in front of the basin, twitched her ponytails, turned around and smiled.
"If you talk too much, you will be beaten."
Ouyang Rong curled his lips and threw the towel back to the blinking Ye Weila, straightened his appearance, picked up a chessboard, turned around and went out, following the lingering sound of the piano.
Ye Weilai wiped her hands and followed him in a familiar manner.
Ouyang Rong took the white-haired maid to the Yating among the plum trees and walked around the screen wall.
Sure enough, a little girl with plum blossom makeup and a pale face was playing the piano with her eyes lowered.
The little maid with a bun face wore a goose-yellow skirt, hugging her knees and squatting in front of a small red clay stove in the pavilion, blowing into the silly pouting mouth in the stove, lighting a fire to make tea.
Ye Weilai seemed to have expected it. He took out a small round fan that he had prepared and walked forward, squatting next to Cai Shou and helping to fan the fire and light the fire.
But obviously, there is a little fool between the two.
Ouyang Rong and Su Guo'er didn't pay attention to the two girls.
The two of them didn't even look up to see each other.
Su Guoer sometimes frowned, sometimes relaxed his eyebrows and raised his green fingers.
Ouyang Rong sat down opposite her, placed the chessboard, grabbed a handful of black chess pieces, and turned his head from time to time to look at the night scene that was gradually enveloping outside the pavilion.
In the moonlit willow branches, people meet after dusk.
As long as Ouyang Rong had nothing to do and was off duty early, the two parties would often get together in the plum forest in the evening.
After these days of getting along, the two pairs of masters and servants who are neighbors have quite a tacit understanding.
"Why didn't you come two days ago?" Su Baoer glanced at him.
"Busy." Ouyang Rong didn't raise his head, and a sunspot dropped with a "click" sound.
Su Guo'er was accustomed to the man's casual behavior. She put down the piano and reached out to grab the white chess box, preparing to talk about a game.
She glanced at the chessboard, and Nauzi's hand paused.
"Why are you playing this thing called backgammon again?"
"My general is defeated." Ouyang Rong whispered four words without raising his head.
"..." Su Bao'er.
She took a deep breath.
Recently, Su Guo'er was surprised to find that Ouyang Rong didn't know how to play Go, so she planned to teach him. However, as he continued to teach, he led him astray and switched to a crooked way of playing the game.
What is the name of backgammon? The latter also swore that this was the orthodoxy of black and white pieces.
He is simply a demon.
Su Guoer frowned slightly:
"I just taught you some black and white chess styles that day, and you can draw inferences. You obviously have such a talent for chess, but why are you still obsessed with other messy country ways of playing?"
Ouyang Rong nodded and said: "My general is defeated."
"...??"
Su Guoer's face was stern, and her little hand in her sleeves was inserted into the pile of white chess pieces in the box. The white back of her hand made the fine white jade chess pieces in the box look a little dull.
With a "click" sound, the little girl with plum blossom makeup sitting in front of Ouyang Rong said nothing. She picked up the white chess piece with two fingers and placed it hard. Ouyang Rong almost thought she was going to break the chess board.
Look at this competitive temperament, even though he knows it is a casual provocation, he is still unconvinced...
Ouyang Rong laughed and shook his head. He played backgammon with Su Guo'er opposite him.
Ouyang Rong has always been good at dealing with tsundere. For example, he used to train his junior sister. Although Su Guoer's tsundere is very different from that of his junior junior sister...
After half a stick of incense.
Su Guo'er suddenly stood up, dropped the half-filled chess box with white pieces, walked quickly to the eaves of the pavilion, looked around, with a sullen face and raised her fair chin:
"The rain has stopped."
This technique of seamlessly changing the subject made Ye Weilai and Cai Shou, two little girls who were good at pretending to be stupid, feel inferior.
"Come on." Ouyang Rong urged.
"You want it to rain?"
"No, I said, hurry up and make a move." Ouyang Rong reminded warmly.
"Oh, it's not interesting anymore." Su Bao'er curled her lips.
Ouyang Rong chuckled, lowered his head and picked up the chessboard without forcing it.
This is a little girl who doesn't accept losing.
You can get a general idea of your personality by playing chess.
But she is also extremely smart. Although she was praising Ouyang Rong just now, saying that he has a talent for playing chess, in Ouyang Rong's eyes, Su Guo'er has the same amazing talent.
She had only been exposed to this strange game of backgammon for a few days under Ouyang Rong's provocative skills. However, at the moment, she could calculate in her head at a glance that she would lose within five moves, so she immediately stood up with an impatient expression.
Run away.
Both of them knew this very well, but Ouyang Rong did not say it in front of Cai Shou and Ye Weila.
Su Guo'er couldn't help but look back and glanced at the young county magistrate who was looking down and cleaning the chessboard carefully, looking calm and calm.
When he raised his head, Su Guoer's eyes immediately moved away, pretending to look outside the pavilion:
"The rain has stopped," she repeated.
"Um."
"Is the water level in Butterfly Creek stable?"
"almost."
"According to your previous point of view, if the last rainfall of the rainy season has passed, does it mean that there will be no floods in the upper reaches of Yunmengze this year, and Butterfly Creek will be stable until next year's rainy season?
"
Su Guo'er asked with concern.
Ouyang Rong paused his fingers and raised his eyes to look at the sky outside:
"That's right, you've also seen the map of the upper and lower reaches of Butterfly Creek that I drew before. The reason is clear at a glance.
“The floods in Butterfly Creek over the years are all caused by the low-lying terrain of Yunmeng Guze upstream. During the Meiyu period, water flow from hundreds of miles of surrounding mountains accumulates. The water naturally rises and overflows when the water is full.
"The Yangtze River behind us is the best flood outlet. Unfortunately, the boundary of Jiangzhou, especially Longcheng County, is located between the two. Butterfly Creek is too narrow and curved, so it cannot discharge the flood immediately without flooding us.
Who to drown?"
Su Guoer nodded thoughtfully:
"So, you built Zhiyi Canal and Dickong Gate one after another to deal with floods?"
She lowered her head and thought for a moment, nodded in agreement and said:
"This is indeed the principle. Zheyi Canal discharges floods and Dickong Gate resists floods.
“The former is a radical cure, once and for all, but the construction period is long.
“The latter is an expedient measure that can temporarily combat floods and have short-term effects. Once the former is completed, it will be a permanent solution.
"Your theory of water conservancy is exquisite. If it is promoted, it can cure most of the floods in the world today..."
Su Guo'er looked over with sparkling eyes, and Ouyang Rong discovered that although this little girl from the Su family had lived in a boudoir for a long time, she always liked to say the word "world".
It's a pity that the younger sister of the Su family, although this kind of mind is big, the other kind of mind is not big enough, which is in sharp contrast to a certain junior sister.
Ouyang Rong nodded and said nothing, and did not go into details. In fact, they were all common topics:
He had said it countless times in front of the county government and the fellow villagers in the county, but there were only a few who could really chew it through like Su Guo'er in front of him.
Most people still ask him over and over again whether there will be another flood this year and whether Digong Gate can withstand the rising water in Yunmengze.
Regarding the flood in Butterfly Creek, Ouyang Rong found out rather helplessly that the eyes of everyone in Longcheng County were mostly filled with awe.
The only thing Ouyang Rong could do was nod confidently and reply in the affirmative over and over again.
Giving them mental peace of mind and uniting people's hearts may be the biggest role of most parents.
"What are you thinking about, Master?"
"nothing."
Su Guo'er looked at Ouyang Rong's calm face, opened her mouth slightly, closed it again, and swallowed back the words that seemed to be stinging with poisonous tongue.
A certain girl with plum blossom makeup organized her words, nodded and praised:
"No matter what, the rain has stopped now, and we have finally survived the rainy season. My efforts have not been in vain. When midsummer comes, the water level in the upper reaches will definitely drop.
"The next time the water rises again, it will be in May or June next year. By then, the second phase of the Broken Wing Canal will have been completed, and Dickong Gate will no longer have to worry about its role in fighting floods during floods. It will have its own broken wings.
It helps discharge floods.
"In this way, everything can be put to rest. At that time, Mr. Ouyang can take the time to compile a draft of flood control regulations and submit it to the court. It is impossible to say that by curing the floods in the south of the Yangtze River, he can become famous all over the world."
When Ye Weilai, who was helping to light the stove and make tea, heard this, she couldn't help turning her head with joy, but together with Su Guo'er who looked sideways, she saw someone's normal reaction.
"Master, are you unhappy?"
Ouyang Rong smiled at them: "No, I'm quite happy."
I'm really happy.
But it is the kind of happiness that comes from being a "big civil servant" who works all year round and finally has to take a long vacation one day.
Rather than having outstanding performance, you will be rewarded with the recognition of noble people and the happiness of having a bright future.
After several months, the flood control work finally came to an end.
Ouyang Rong murmured in a weak voice: "... Come back, will the fields be gone?"
Su Guo'er's ears tipped, and when she heard the words of returning home, she couldn't help but look sideways at the young county magistrate, wanting to speak.
But at this moment, there was a sound of boots stepping heavily on the wet leaves in the forest suddenly from outside the pavilion.
Everyone in the pavilion was startled and turned their heads.
Liu Ashan and others, who were tired of the journey, rushed to the steps of Yating, gasping for air:
"Mingfu Mingfu! Something bad has happened, upstream... upstream..."
Ouyang Rong slowly put down the chess box without turning his head, "Stop stuttering and speak."
Liu Ashan's pale mouth spoke with trembling words:
"The rain stopped for one night, but the water level in Shuizebei upstream is still rising sharply! It has exceeded the flood danger line you set and continues to rise. Someone was sent to the Dickong Gate to report the abnormal water level!"
There was a moment of silence inside and outside the pavilion.
Not long ago, the unusually beautiful flaming clouds in the evening suddenly became the most terrifying thing in everyone's mind.
A series of panicked eyes focused on a young county magistrate in the pavilion whose back remained motionless.
Rumble——!
At this time, a dull thunder could be heard faintly from the distant sky.
The wind filled the forest and the pavilion swayed.
A few water droplets from the dark sky blew into the pavilion and slapped on the back of a white hand preparing to clean up the chessboard.
Surprisingly, someone stood up first and plunged into the drizzle and slanting wind.
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