"When I go back, ask them to change the name. Don't do this to me. I can call it Lianghan Canal instead of Maipi Canal."
"Mingfu, actually they have good intentions. After all, it is an unprecedented water control measure. It is natural for Mingfu to keep its name."
"Isn't it your boy who took this?"
"No, no, I don't have this literary talent... I got it from Mr. Diao. Mr. Diao is famous in Longcheng County for his knowledge of naming. In the past, many neighbors in the county came to him for inscriptions."
"Does he know how to choose names? He knows how to get promoted. No wonder a lot of streets and lakes in our county are called Di Gong or Tao Gong. People who don't know think we are the hometown of these two celebrities.
After all, he just served as a county magistrate... I guess their hometowns are not as active as ours in Longcheng."
"..."
"You're not allowed to use my name anyway."
"Yes, Mingfu."
A slight drizzle.
Halfway up Dagu Mountain, there is a blinding pavilion.
Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang and Liu Ashan once again rested in this pavilion with a wide view to take shelter from the rain, but this time, the three of them were not going down the mountain, but climbing.
Yan Liulang handed Ouyang Rong a naming proposal from the county government for cutting bends and straightening new buildings. After reading it, he was severely criticized. The man in blue scratched his head and looked embarrassed.
"Forget it, I'll get it."
Ouyang Rong sighed, handed the document in his hand back to Yan Liulang, walked to the pavilion, and leaned on the railing to look into the distance.
The pavilion was quiet for a while.
He squinted at Butterfly Creek, which was about to be straightened, and patted the railing with his right hand and said:
"Since the winding river originally resembled a butterfly wing, now we cut the bend and make it straight, which means the wing is broken, so let's call it... Broken Wing Canal."
Yan Liulang's eyes brightened slightly, he nodded and murmured: "Zheyi Canal... A great talent in the Ming Dynasty! I'll bring my new name here when I return from my humble post."
After a pause, he smiled bitterly and said:
"By the way, the Ming Mansion also has the name of the new ferry. They previously said that since there is already Penglang Ferry, the new ferry should be called Tanlang Ferry, but the Ming Mansion just requested that this name not work..."
"Okay, okay, let's discuss this another day."
Ouyang Rong had no choice but to turn around and dismissed it vaguely. In fact, he was also a waste of names. He just wasted his brain and picked one.
The young magistrate looked out at the dim sky under the eaves of the pavilion and whispered:
"The Broken Wing Canal is the most important thing. Once it is dug, the sea and the sky will be brighter. Xindukou and New Commercial Street are just the next steps behind it. Take your time, it's still early."
Ouyang Rong actually didn't say anything: maybe he would have gone home by then.
Yan Liulang, who was in high spirits, didn't know this, he only felt that he was full of energy to follow Mingfu.
In the past few days, he had experienced the new atmosphere after the construction of Zheyi Canal. His face was filled with excitement, and he nodded vigorously, "In that case, I will listen to the Ming Dynasty."
"How is the food distributed from the charity warehouse?"
Ouyang Rong turned around and asked again.
Yan Liulang smiled and said:
"The Ming Dynasty has reported that shipment has begun and will be shipped out of Dragon City soon.
"According to your previous instructions, our Longcheng Yicang left 150,000 shi for disaster relief and construction of Zheyi Canal. The extra 160,000 shi of food will be used to support Jiangzhou City and other disaster-stricken counties and towns."
Ouyang Rong nodded and said:
"Remember, you are first going to deliver the book of grain transport ships to Mr. Shen, the supervisory envoy of Jiangzhou City. Mr. Shen will handle the grain. Before that, don't send it to other counties on your own. In addition, pay attention to safety on the road.
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"As ordered." Yan Liulang nodded, blinked his eyes and whispered: "Don't worry, Mingfu, about burning grain boats... let's play with the rest."
Ouyang Rong glanced at him but said nothing. He turned around and asked Liu Ashan, who was motionless:
"Is there any movement over there at the Liu family?"
Liu Ashan shook his head, "Only some old swordsmiths are complaining, and we haven't noticed any action from the Liu family yet. Everything in the sword shop on the west bank remains the same."
Ouyang Rong nodded thoughtfully.
Yan Liulang couldn't help but glance sideways at the tall, dull man.
When he was with the Ming government, he was mainly responsible for the county government affairs, and he tended to focus on public affairs; as for some private matters that were not convenient to disclose, the Ming government handed them over to Brother Ashan.
There were some things that even he, a close confidant, was kept in the dark about, and only became aware of them later.
I remember that after Liu Ashan was redeemed and died, the Ming government did not let him join the county government system, but asked him to organize a group of young and strong manpower among the refugees in the disaster relief camp.
Therefore, the arrest squad and Yan Liulang's men are two groups of people, both working under the Ming government, one overtly and the other covertly. Not long ago, when they warmly entertained Wang Caozhi and other foreign grain merchants, it was the first time they cooperated.
But now it seems that Brother Ashan has wider connections and information sources in Longcheng than he does, at least in the Guyue Sword Shop where he worked as a cook and an official slave for many years.
"You don't have to follow me later, Liu Lang and I will go find the host. You can go home and visit your mother and sister."
Ouyang Rong gave Liu Ashan irresistible instructions, and then took the two of them away from the Zhemu Pavilion and continued up the mountain. Some wild flowers and grass that poked into the middle of the road beside the bluestone steps wetted the hems of their robes.
In the past few days, there has been a lot of rain in Longcheng, and it has been falling and falling.
Now, it was just after noon, and when I looked up I could see the sun hanging high in the sky, but the drizzle above my head still came erratically. Taking advantage of the intermission of the sun rain, Ouyang Rong and his party continued to rush to Donglin Temple.
Going up the mountain today is considered business.
With the excavation of the folded-wing canal this time, the straight river bypassed the main buildings in the county and crossed from a location not far from the foot of Dagushan Mountain.
A young county magistrate who just wanted to make money was thinking that since he would enjoy the convenience of water transportation in the future and the incense would be more prosperous, a certain ancient temple in a big household should invest some money and efforts. It would be interesting to join in, official monk.
Build it together.
So today is the second time we have scored a major victory and we are here to enjoy the autumn breeze. No, it is the parents who have come to visit the grassroots again to inquire about the welfare and experience the food in the temple and courtyard.
Thinking of the enlightened and generous Master Shandao's holy face, the young magistrate who was rushing on the mountain road couldn't help but smile sheepishly.
But it's not surprising that he was worried about it, because at present, Empress Wei was openly supporting Buddhism and suppressing the North and South Taoist sects that were closely related to the Li clan. As a result, Buddhism was very popular in the Zhou Dynasty, and the temples in various places were indeed very rich.
After driving most of the way, before reaching the ancient temple, the drizzle fell again.
Fortunately, Liu Ashan, who spoke little but was experienced, carried three oil-paper umbrellas when he went out. Ouyang Rong took a red umbrella and opened it.
The three of them walked forward holding umbrellas, looking for a pavilion to rest.
Perhaps it was the fine weather in the morning, or perhaps it was a special day today, but the three of them saw many wealthy pilgrims from Longcheng County going hiking.
Especially the ladies and ladies from wealthy families, there are many hooded girls taking their maids to climb mountains and go to Donglin Temple to burn incense.
However, the sun and rain in the middle of the journey obviously messed up the hands and feet of most of them.
The three of them walked for a while and finally came across an empty pavilion next to a bamboo forest. They were about to go there to rest, but Ouyang Rong saw many pilgrim girls without umbrellas running towards the pavilion.
He, Rokuro, Ashan and the others looked at each other, but did not move over to take their place.
Ouyang Rong led them and stood at a distance under a cluster of thick bamboo leaves by the roadside, holding an oil-paper umbrella to rest.
During this period, many female pilgrims passing by discovered the small pavilion one after another and hurried in.
Seeing that the small pavilion was gradually occupied by the beautiful girls, who were having nothing to do, Ouyang Rong cast his eyes over it.
As he watched, Ouyang Rong was attracted by one of the rather conspicuous figures.
This is a girl wearing a peach-colored chest-length skirt and a white gauze curtain hat. Her appearance is invisible, but she has a slim figure, standing quietly in the rain.
She was accompanied by a little maid with a dumpling face and an anxious expression, trying to squeeze into the crowded pavilion, but like the other girls on the edge, of course she couldn't squeeze in.
And if that was all, the picky Ouyang Rong wouldn't pay much attention.
But when he took a rest, he was bored and noticed something completely different.
For example, right now, the small pavilion has been occupied by other wealthy ladies and ladies leading their maids to occupy prominent positions.
The girl in the peach skirt and the little maid with a bun face could only stand on the last step outside the pavilion, which was not blocked by the eaves. Most of their bodies were gradually getting wet.
However, compared with the other anxious girls who were also squeezed out of the pavilion, the girl in the peach skirt had a very peaceful posture. She was wearing a curtain hat that could not cover much rain. Her expression could not be seen, and she stood still in the drizzle.
Not long after, the sun rain outside the pavilion slowly stopped. The ladies and ladies who were hiding from the rain stretched out their hands. After discovering it in surprise, they hurriedly ran out of the pavilion with the maids and ran toward the ancient temple.
The girl in the peach skirt still didn't move. Instead, the little maid with a bun face and a puzzled expression calmly turned around and walked into the previously crowded but now empty pavilion, lowered her head and patted her sleeves.
But at this time, the sun and rain suddenly fell again, just as it was coming, the young lady and the ladies who had just run away a little way saw that the ancient temple was still far away, so they hurriedly ran back. By the time they returned to the small pavilion, they were all wet.
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The girl in the peach skirt standing in the center of the small pavilion did not gloat about her misfortune. She just turned around silently, took out her handkerchief, and lowered her head to help several girls who seemed to be familiar with her wipe the rain on their skirts.
All this fell into the eyes of someone resting not far away.
The completely different performances throughout the process make it difficult not to stand out when placed alongside other busy girls.
Even if some women cannot see their faces, their temperament alone is enough to attract attention.
Under the misty rain curtain, a young county magistrate thought for a while, calmly put away the red umbrella and handed it to Liu Ashan.
"Send it to the pavilion."
"Sir, how can I share just one umbrella? Let's forget it. You are busy."
"No need to divide it. Just send a maid to the temple to borrow an umbrella from a monk."
Ouyang Rong shook his head slightly and turned around to get an umbrella with Yan Liulang.
Liu Ashan was stunned, nodded, and rushed to the small pavilion with a vermilion oil-paper umbrella.
Without saying a word, he handed the umbrella to a little maid who looked slightly stunned in the rain outside the pavilion, then left immediately, turning back to chase Ouyang Rong and his two men who had already turned around and left.
Treating it as a minor incident, the three of them continued on their way to Donglin Temple without looking back.
In the small pavilion behind her, the other girls looked shyly or curiously at the back of the handsome young man who gave away the umbrella without leaving his name. Su Baoer slightly opened the white gauze under his hat with two fingers and glanced at the red umbrella.
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PS: JK and the maid, the brothers chose one and went to place the order... Actually I didn’t want to, but I kept my promise when I put it on the shelves (sad)