It is obviously a scene where acquaintances meet and chat and feel at ease.
But as soon as the words of a certain white-haired maid came out of her mouth.
The venue fell into a tacit silence.
Yan Liulang noticed that the eyes in front of him were all directed towards him.
Miss Wei Lai, the little girl from the Su family whose maiden name is unknown, the little maid with a bun face...
In addition, there was a gaze coming from behind the girl Wei La.
She is a pretty and lovable girl.
Yan Liulang was quite impressed when the servants who sent Meilu Zhai away yesterday came over.
She seems to be the cook of Meiluyuan. I heard Miss Wei Lai mention it and the Ming family seems to like eating her cooking.
This pretty cook has been quietly following Miss Wei Lai.
At this moment, the gaze cast by those stream-like eyes made Yan Liulang take a second look.
It seems that the Ming Dynasty is very good to the slaves and maids in the family. Even the cook is so concerned about the safety of the Ming Dynasty.
Yan Liulang hesitated for a moment and said uncertainly:
"Mingfu, Mingfu is dealing with urgent business. He asked me to take you up the mountain and rest for two days at Donglin Temple. Don't go back to Meiluyuan yet. It's dangerous down the mountain now."
"What kind of official business is Tanlang doing? It's dangerous down the mountain. Is Tanlang on the mountain? Why doesn't Yan Captou follow Tanlang?"
Ye Weilai raised her little face, her cheeks full of rainwater.
The fingers under the sleeves were clasped together.
The night before yesterday, after Liu Ashan came to Meilin to report the abnormal water level, Tan Lang rushed out of the house regardless of his own safety and did not come back for two days.
Ye Weila and Xiu Niang thought he was in Dagushan, but after searching up and down for a whole day, they still couldn't find him.
At present, the mountains are full of homeless people, the sky is gray and the rain is humid. A sense of gloom naturally comes to mind.
"With... Brother Ashan here, Miss Wei Lai doesn't need to worry."
Yan Liulang consoled him and changed the topic:
"Miss Wei La, how are you living in Donglin Temple? That guest house happens to be the house where Ah Qing's family lived. They are familiar with it... By the way, if there is anything missing, I will go and tell the county magistrate..."
"Is Ouyang Lianghan at Di Gongzha now?"
Su Xiaomei, whose face was wrapped in purple gauze, suddenly spoke, interrupting the words of the detective in blue.
Yan Liulang: "..."
The atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense.
Everyone's eyes changed. Yan Liulang lowered his head silently and subconsciously clenched the handle of the knife.
In order to appease the people, they can use white lies, but how to hide it when dealing with the family members of the Ming Dynasty.
Su Dalang, who had been listening, frowned and said:
"Brother Lianghan, why are you going to Di Gong Gate? Didn't the people in the county government say that everyone goes up the mountain just to avoid risks? The rain is still light, so Di Gong Gate is not a big problem. Could it be..."
He swallowed and said worriedly: "If the situation is so critical, wouldn't it be dangerous for Brother Lianghan to run over?"
Su Guo'er's chin was pointed and pretty under her purple gauze, and her voice came out, telling the truth:
"The situation is critical. The rain downstream is nothing. Whether it rains or not does not affect the water level. The Yangtze River is right behind us and the water is flowing out quickly.
"But the heavy rain in Yunmengze hundreds of miles upstream is the real highlight. Butterfly Creek is so narrow and winding, so how to discharge the flood is the problem.
"The county government's propaganda is just to appease the people. Brother, don't be naive."
Su Dalang couldn't help but open his mouth: "Amei, Brother Lianghan..."
Su Guo'er did not look at her brother, but glanced sideways at the beacon tower next to Yan Liulang. She immediately nodded to the latter and said in a crisp voice:
"Your Mingfu's arrangements are correct and the layout is very reasonable.
“The rising water in Yunmengze will either block it or drain it.
"Digong Gate is a way of blocking, Zheyi Canal is a way of opening up.
“Blocking is naturally better than clearing, but only half of the second phase of the Zheyi Canal has been repaired. If it is opened by force, it is easy to give up halfway, and before it is completed, its flood discharge effect needs to be discussed.
"Now we can only place our hope on Di Gongzha, and of course Ouyang Lianghan will go there to support us.
"It's just that blocking is worse than sparing. Even if Di Gong Gate is newly built, it has a maximum limit. How high it can block the water level of Yunmengze and how long the last heavy rain of the plum rainy season will last are all unknown.
"Captain Yan, there is no need to feel guilty. Since he is the one who asked you to stay, it is the greatest help for you and the county magistrate to do what you should do in the rear and not cause trouble."
Su Guoer's calm analysis made the atmosphere on the court less tense.
The little girl from the Su family nodded slightly towards the direction of Duke Di's gate upstream in the distance, turned around and left first with the little maid with a steamed bun face.
Before walking out of the blinding pavilion, with his back to everyone, Su Guoer sighed softly:
"It is indeed a blessing for the people of Dragon City to have Ouyang Lianghan."
"Miss, wait a minute, slave." Cai Shou ran forward to hold an umbrella.
The master and servant returned to Donglin Temple on the mountain.
Su Dalang hesitated for a moment, stayed where he was, and went up to Yan Liulang to discuss the Su family's donation to the refugee camp.
Ye Weilai and Xiu Niang also left Zhe Mu Pavilion together with Su Guoer and Cai Shou.
The two girls lowered their heads and followed behind, somewhat absent-mindedly.
Like the maids in Meiluyuan, the Su family was also resettled in Donglin Temple on the mountain. The benefits of donating large amounts of incense money in the past were a little more obvious.
Su Guo'er glanced back, slowed down her pace, and stood side by side with Ye Weilai. She looked forward and said a few words of comfort on her lips.
Although Su Guo'er is not very good at comforting people, you can tell it by looking at Ye Weilai's forced smile and the way she walks without a care in the world.
Most of the white-haired maid's petite body was exposed outside the umbrella. The shoulders of her wide and close-fitting light pink skirt were wet. A few strands of silvery white wetness stuck to her pale cheeks that still had some baby fat, adding a touch of tenderness.
Feeling at a loss as if losing the backbone of your life.
Under the same umbrella.
Su Guo'er looked sideways at this rare foreign white-haired girl.
Does Ouyang Lianghan like this?
With a thoughtful look in her eyes, Su Bao'er suddenly stretched out her hand and gently twirled Ye Weila's long silver hair with two fingers to look at it.
Ye Weilai's face was startled, and she took a half-step back a little warily.
Su Guoer's pretty face smiled under her veil.
At the end, the embroiderer did not pay attention to the small movements in front of her. She frequently looked back at the Duke Di Gate, and at a certain moment reached out and pulled Ye Weilai's sleeve...
On the mountain road, Su Guoer, who was walking at the front, looked a little distracted under her veil.
A lot of thoughts.
This unexpected flood crisis has postponed the birthday gift and other arrangements originally prepared for her by the Su Mansion, and it is unclear when the crisis will be resolved.
Su Guoer frowned slightly and couldn't help but look back in the direction of Duke Di's gate.
But then, she looked stunned.
"Hey, where is Miss Wei Lai? And the cook, where are they? The one who was following behind just now..."
Cai Shou, who was holding an umbrella, looked around curiously and muttered.
I saw that the mountain road behind the master and servant was empty.
…
Yunmengze has more than just water.
There is also fog.
The heavy downpour that lasted only five days not only caused the water level in Yunmengze to rise, but also caused water vapor to rise from the 900-mile-long Yunmengze, creating a vast and endless mist.
If the ears could block out the sound of rain washing over the surrounding world, then the scene in front of Ouyang Rong would indeed be the magnificent wonderland described by a well-known literati in the literary circle of the Great Zhou Dynasty as "Steaming clouds and dreamland, shaking Yueyang City."
It is a pity that what is deeply "shocked" by this beautiful scene in Yunmeng is the Dickong Gate Dam, which holds the hopes of all 6,000 households in Longcheng County.
Those literati and poets in Luoyang, Chang'an, were only fascinated by the nine hundred miles of endless mist in Yunmengze, and talked about the Yunmeng female nuns who were often recorded in the novels about gods, ghosts and monsters.
It's a pity that these beautiful wishes of "poetry and distance" that were circulated in Dazhou Shijing Teahouse have become nightmares for several neighboring counties in Jiangzhou.
This goddess can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be played with.
Especially Longcheng County, which is crossed by Butterfly Creek and sandwiched between the North Gate Sewage of Yunmengze and the rushing Yangtze River.
Bear the brunt.
Yunmeng Ze upstream is just like the weird-tempered Yunmeng nuns in Daze, hard to figure out.
Moreover, there is a high tide that comes regularly every year, which is really like a woman’s monthly red dragon, and she has a bad temper.
Let others have bad luck.
You are poetry and the distance, we are the damned ones in front of you...
On the hillside of Longbei Mountain, Ouyang Rong worked hard and kept silent. He didn't even have the strength to scold his mother.
He was wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was standing on a hillside in a bamboo forest.
At this time, Ouyang Rong took off his bamboo hat and threw it into the mud at his feet.
He wiped the muddy water on his face with his palm, continued to wield the hatchet, and chopped bamboo together with Liu Ashan and other brave young men around him.
Ouyang Rong felt that wearing this bamboo hat was useless.
It seemed like it was raining in all directions.
The strong wind blowing from Yunmengze was strong and moody.
The rain not only fell from top to bottom, but also from left to right, and even water droplets hit the ground and bounced back mixed with mud, as if the raindrops fell from bottom to top.
Ouyang Rong had never seen such a heavy rain in his two lifetimes.
If Ouyang Rong had not repeatedly confirmed to his junior sister that there were no heavenly gods in the sky, Ouyang Rong would have almost suspected that the water from the Milky Way was leaking from the sky.
It rains endlessly.
Ouyang Rong and the dozens of young and strong men who were also wielding swords in the bamboo forest were all soaked to the skin. Except for their thirsty throats, there was no warm or dry place in their bodies.
Liu Ashan and other men had already started chopping bamboo in the rain with their bare arms bare.
Another gust of rain and wind blew over, and the bamboo forest on Longbei Mountain next to Di Gong Gate rustled.
Ouyang Rong staggered, fell, and almost hit his calf bone with the slippery hatchet.
He grabbed the bamboo pole, climbed up from the mud, wiped his face covered with mud, and was about to continue.
"Master, have a drink!"
Liu Ashan licked his muddy lips and handed over the remaining bag of water.
Ouyang Rong took the sheepskin water bag, opened it, pretended to take a sip, only touching his lips, then threw it back to the dull man, and said hoarsely:
"Give your brothers a drink."
After saying that the water bag should not be shaken, Liu Ashan asked with a confused look on his face. Ouyang Rong inserted the hatchet into the ground, turned around and walked to the hillside not far behind.
He bent down, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for air.
After a short rest, his bloodshot eyes scanned the surroundings.
The rainwater from the shower gathered into a stream, dripping from Ouyang Rong's temples and chin to the muddy ground under his feet.
Ouyang Rong has been working continuously for at least a day and a night without closing his eyes.
Except that night when I first took the boat to the upper reaches of Dickong Lock, I squinted in the cabin.
Everything around him was covered in heavy rain. He didn't even know what time it was. It was so busy that the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
Ouyang Rong turned around and shouted to the men, his hoarse voice barely covering the sound of the rain:
"It's almost done. Let's send a batch of bamboo poles back to the gate for trimming!"
Ouyang Rong picked up the bamboo hat that was rocking like a boat in the mud at his feet, put it over his head, turned around, took Liu Ashan and other men, and returned to Digong Gate not far down the mountain with his arms full of bamboo poles.
On the way, Ouyang Rong turned around and looked at the hazy Caifeng Mountain opposite Longbei Mountain.
Over there, there are also a group of young and strong people he arranged to work hard.
But it's not like they chop bamboo like they do here in Longbei Mountain.
Caifeng Mountain does not have a large bamboo forest like Longbei Mountain, but there are a lot of sand, soil and stones.
The men over there are filling sandbags with sand, soil and rocks, and like them, they are gradually transporting them back to the sluice dam between the two mountains.
The night before, when Ouyang Rong arrived at Di Gong Gate, he found that the officials who were left behind to guard the gate were doing nothing.
In other words, they simply don’t know how to do it.
They even seek medical treatment in a hurry when they are sick.
Some of them actually believed the superstitious words of the old craftsman of Guyue Sword Shop who stayed behind to guard the water gate, and attracted a group of temple consecration priests from the Dragon King Temple from nowhere.
A group of chaotic people crowded on the high platform next to Dickong Gate, facing the turbulent Yunmengze, holding sacrificial ceremonies and feeding pigs, sheep and other animals in an attempt to appease the anger of the so-called underwater dragon king.
Ouyang Rong, who was so angry that he was dressed in official uniform, rushed forward on the spot, kicked the temple priests who were pretending to be gods and ghosts, and kicked them to the ground one by one.
To transport soil, there came a wave of labor reform.
Ouyang Rong was so angry that he laughed.
But he soon calmed down his anger and his head hurt slightly.
In fact, he also knew that he could not be too harsh on these gatekeepers and officials.
When a disaster is approaching, it is good enough that these people can resist abandoning the gate and run away, although they are still superstitious about strange powers, ghosts and gods.
But ignorance and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, but helplessness.
Later, Ouyang Rong calmed down, took over Di Gongzha personally, and began to command in an orderly manner.
While the Degong Gate can still barely hold on, we began to prepare important rescue materials.
Arrangements were quickly made.
He first ordered the civilian brave team led by Liu Ashan to start dividing into two groups.
One group followed Ouyang Rong and collected bamboo poles here in Longbei Mountain.
One group was loading sandbags and stones on the Caifeng Mountain side.
Craftsmen from Guyue Jianpu stayed behind to observe and maintain the sluice.
As for the other remaining six-cao chief officials, they were sent to sail boats to transport materials upstream and downstream until the waterway was still passable, transporting materials to supply the Dickong Gate.
In addition, you can also gather the surrounding villagers along the way and send them all downstream to Dagushan...
As for the people's brave team that is currently the main force in flood relief, it was actually established by Liu Ashan at the instruction of Ouyang Rong when the twenty disaster relief camps were established in the suburbs. It is similar to the militia, but the name has been changed to avoid contact.
Touch certain Dazhou laws of decapitation.
At that time, these civilian brave teams were responsible for the work-for-relief order. Later, they also played a role in the struggle against grain merchants, the Liu family and other forces. Together with the arresting squad led by Yan Liulang, they were Ouyang Rong's right-hand man.
However, the post-disaster reconstruction was almost complete, and the problems between the grain merchants and Liu Ziwen were solved one after another. Many victims also left the relief camps and returned to the countryside to rebuild. Most of the volunteer teams were disbanded, leaving only a small group selected by Liu Ashan.
The elite and young men are still there.
Now I have brought them all over.
In fact, these young people who were born and raised in Longcheng County are the ones who have the most affection for the land of Longcheng, and are also the most active in disaster relief and flood control. Liu Ashan is one of the representatives.
They are the children of the folks in Longcheng County. Ouyang Rong brought them here, so naturally he has to be responsible for taking them back.
Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.
After touching a stick of incense, Ouyang Rong and the Mingyong Team rushed back to Di Gong Gate one after another with the chopped and collected bamboo poles.
However, the scene that caught his eye made Ouyang Rong's tired face froze.
"Why are all these villagers and folks gathered at the gate and gathering more and more? Didn't I ask you to be sent downstream to the Dagushan Mountain?"
Ouyang Rong said with a headache.
The senior officials who were left behind looked at each other, bowed their heads, and remained cowardly and silent.
Woohoo, finally got a recommendation spot. Ahem, I recommend Xiaorong’s old book "I Have a Sword Fairy Wife" to new book friends! If you are interested in Xiaorong’s style, you can go there.