Chapter 89: A big mistake will be recorded if the righteousness is leaked.
I have to admit that Wei Lai’s tea art is very good and he is ready to become a master.
Especially those narrow and slender little hands.
The fingers are bright, the nails are evenly cut and glow with a healthy pink pearly luster.
Her skinny hands don't have much flesh, but their bones are in excellent shape.
Everyone knows that beauty is in the bones, not the skin, and the same is true when evaluating a beautiful woman.
This kind of skinny catkin is the most deadly.
And Vera made the most of it.
In addition, there is a famous teacher who carefully guides and gives advice from time to time.
Respecting her teacher, she lowered her head and frowned, slowly brewing a pot of strong tea with her small face serious.
Occasionally, he would look up and look into his eyes, expecting to be praised.
What makes people even more impressed is that Wei Lai not only has tea art, but also tea ethics.
I was obedient to the teacher who taught me with all my heart.
She didn't even think twice about the tea she brewed herself. She grabbed the tea cup and tasted the tea.
It can be said to be salty or light, ups and downs.
All in a cup of tea.
In the tea ceremony, Wei Lai, as a tea master, brews tea with tea as the center.
Ouyang Rong, a tea drinker, took advantage of a cup of tea to calm his mind and body and purify himself.
Then, under Wei Lai's soft reminder, he frowned slightly and became worried about the recent busy daytime work on water control in Butterfly Creek.
After taking a closer look, I saw that it was indeed a butterfly stream, shaped like a butterfly, and seriously flooded, with no grass growing on both sides.
As we all know, flood-prone places all over the world have always been because the rivers are extremely narrow and winding, making it impossible to release floods immediately. The water level in Daze, upstream, continues to rise sharply, and there is a risk of floods rushing down at any time.
But it is this feeling that the flood will not come in the future, which is the most irritating, just like the sultry atmosphere before a heavy rain, which makes people sweat and wet their clothes.
Wei Lai, who was suffering from the Butterfly Creek flood, raised his hand and suggested that he go directly to the Zheyi Canal, cut the bend and straighten it, and use the fastest and most violent method to get rid of it once and for all.
Ouyang Rong nodded, gave her a big chestnut on her little head, and refuted this radical plan.
He suggested that we should first protect the Dickong Gate in the upper reaches of Butterfly Creek to prevent it from being washed away by floods, and then widen the river downstream to release floods at staggered peaks.
Wei Lai covered the bag on her head and agreed obediently.
In the end, the two discussed quietly and came up with a suitable water control plan.
The young county magistrate began to control the flood problem in Butterfly Creek.
It is a life of hard work, and one is never idle day or night.
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Morning, Meiluyuan.
At the breakfast table in the west hall.
"What are Tanlang thinking?"
"Ah? It's okay. I was thinking about... water control."
The woman with a hairpin in her hair looked curiously at her nephew who was distracted while eating porridge.
She couldn't help but said:
"But there's something wrong with Tanlang's face."
"What's wrong?" Ouyang Rong lowered his head to sip the porridge and asked calmly.
"It's just that this morning... I'm a little rosier than usual."
"Maybe it's the glutinous porridge, it's quite thick, hot and nourishing." He nodded.
Not far from the dining table, the pretty white-haired maid who was placing cakes with a certain Silla maid seemed to have thought of something, and her face turned red.
However, she came here this morning with the same face as Ouyang Rong, her face was quite rosy, and her current change did not attract the half-hearted attention of the people next to her who had always been cold and disdainful of her.
"I'm full. It's time to go on duty. Auntie, eat slowly."
Ouyang Rong raised his head and drank the porridge, wiped the corners of his mouth, coughed lightly and confessed.
He stood up, took the robe from Wei Lei and put it on, rubbed the little head of the white-haired maid, turned around and went out to welcome a new day.
Wei Lai stood in front of the door, standing on tiptoes, her big gray-blue eyes eager to watch his back disappear at the steps of the door.
She tilted her head and raised her hand, and touched his hair that he had just rubbed in a cute way.
The girl's heart felt as sweet as honey.
Today she is wearing a double bun.
This was done by the master himself after getting up early in the morning. He said he liked this kind of woman's hair and she wanted to comb it for him every day.
Zhen looked at her nephew's back a little strangely, feeling that something was wrong with him today.
Where, I can't say.
From the corner of her eye, the woman in the skirt caught sight of the little white-haired maid looking stupidly, and frowned slightly.
This unfortunate girl looks a little different.
Seems a little more confident...
Ouyang Rong stepped on the morning sun and walked into the county government gate.
When subordinate officials greeted him, he just nodded and didn't want to speak much. His face was slightly calm, as if he was thinking about life.
It has been a long time since I broke the precepts, and Wei Lai is too sticky, so I can forget about it at night. When I get up early, I can't help but let out the great righteousness.
He somewhat understood the silence between Su and Yan yesterday.
"If your righteousness is leaked, you will be recorded as a major demerit."
Ouyang Rong sighed. The reason why he decided to meet Wei La last night was that he suddenly realized a problem. If he left, what would happen to his personal maid? The Zhen family didn't like her, and the Zhou Dynasty didn't welcome her, so she couldn't come back.
Hometown...how to settle the young Wei Lai?
It seems that there is only one way to use the etiquette of this era: as long as the woman he touches is a woman, the Zhen family and the Nanlong Ouyang family have to hold their noses and care... So last night, under Wei Lai's almost humble begging eyes,
Ouyang Rong let go of his hand and half-pushed, but he still held back in the end and did not destroy Mr. Di's gate, thus holding on to the final bottom line.
In addition, it was not that he had gained nothing last night... When he was controlling water in Butterfly Creek somewhere last night, Ouyang Rong did come up with a brand new water control plan, or in other words, it was an improved version of the original one.
I remember that Wei Lai was the inspiration for him.
At that time, his general question was: If the Broken Wing Canal could not be dug in a short period of time, how would the flooding in Butterfly Creek be cured?
The white-haired girl with a red face made a suggestion in a low voice. The general meaning was: these days, the master can dig the Zhiyi Canal shallowly first. It's okay if it doesn't go deep. Digging shallowly can control as much water as possible.
Someone knows everything and is enlightened directly:
"Yes, who said that the Broken Wing Canal must be dug to the deepest level in pursuit of a great success. Now that the flood is imminent, it can be used as quickly as possible. The river channel should be shallower. No matter how bad it is, it can weaken some of the flood peaks. It is better than flooding.
It’s only half dug, so it’s better to be helpless!”
With high morale, Ouyang Rong walked into the official office, opened the newly created case files, and started studying at the desk.
“There’s a lot to be done.”
Not long after, the young county magistrate muttered and called his servants, and immediately summoned Diao County Cheng, Yan Liulang, Liu Ashan and others.
He explained the new idea carefully.
Everyone looked at each other with different reactions.
Diao County Cheng was a little shocked:
"Mingfu, are you saying that the Broken Wing Canal will be divided into two phases? In the first phase, the depth will be reduced and shallow excavation will be made temporarily. The general river channel will be dug out first. In the second phase, it will be widened and deepened to complete the river channel according to the original goal?"
"That's right! How about it?"
The young county magistrate was resolute and glanced at the crowd.
The Prime Minister of Diao County stroked his beard and said nothing.
Yan Liulang didn't understand this and didn't speak.
Liu Ashan rarely spoke, so he reminded:
"Sir, this kind of segmented construction will definitely lead to a lot of wasted work."
"Nothing, these losses are acceptable."
Ouyang Rong nodded vigorously:
"Gentlemen, what we are short of now is not food, silver, or workers, we are just short of time! If there is no objection, then let's do it!"
As the early morning sun fell on the robe at his feet, the young county magistrate stood up decisively and made a final decision:
"Here's the order to change the depth of the canal and re-measure it from now on... Within two months, I will see a broken-wing canal that can divert water and release floods at any time!"
Everyone looked at each other and clasped their fists.
"Here."
Didn't sleep, here it comes! Although it's a little short... (Sad)