I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Willows clinging to the river embankment, Sun Changzhou climbed onto the embankment and looked at the flood discharge area below. Although the acres of land were barren and precarious, there were still people working tirelessly to cultivate them.
"The Yellow River is finally stable now."
After one year, Sun Changzhou, as the governor of water transportation, actually focused on the Yellow River.
After all, although the water volume of the Yellow River is small, its path is wider than the canal. It is not known how convenient it is for the money and grain of Henan Province to pass through the Yellow River.
Coupled with the dike bursting and flood discharge that year, Kaifeng was destroyed, and the efforts in one year are only 7788, and we will continue to work hard in the future.
"Why is it so busy there?"
At this time, I suddenly saw a group of people carrying something unknown and excitedly came to the Yellow River.
"I guess he's the wandering god!" the official on the side blurted out.
"How can your mind wander during spring plowing time?"
Sun Changzhou waved his sleeves and said coldly, he is really a stupid person.
After saying that, regardless of his annoyance, he walked straight down the embankment and came to this group of people.
I saw that there were men, women, old and young, about a hundred people, dressed in ragged clothes and wearing straw sandals. When they saw a group of high-ranking officials coming, they slowly knelt down one by one and put down the things in their hands.
Sun Changzhou took a closer look and saw that what he placed on the ground turned out to be a wooden thing. It was square and square, with buttons at the beginning and end, and each section seemed to be able to be put together.
Even children aged seven or eight put their hands together to lift it.
"Old man, what is this?"
Sun Changzhou asked softly, ignoring the mud on the ground.
"Sir, this is a waterwheel sent by the county government."
An old man with white hair and beard, who was not young and experienced a lot, said tremblingly:
"In the past, such good things were only available to wealthy families. Now the county government leases them to us for half a bucket of food every day, and we will pay them back during the harvest..."
"Waterwheel?"
Sun Changzhou suddenly realized.
Even in Shaanxi, he lived in the market. He had never been to the countryside and had only heard of such things, let alone seen them.
"It seems like you are a really good county magistrate!"
"That is, our Henan Province has been tax-free for three years and half-taxed for two years. The folks from the ravines and grasslands have all come back. Who wants to go into the woods if they have land to farm?"
Sun Changzhou smiled, shook his head and left.
The subordinate officer on the side frowned and said: "Governor, the water in the Yellow River is already small. If these mud-legged people are allowed to use it, it will be difficult for the canal boats to move."
"Isn't it still common in the past?"
Sun Changzhou was puzzled.
"That's because there are no waterwheels. Waterwheels can draw water from under dams several feet deep."
Another person explained: "In the past, only some gentry could use it, but now ordinary people can also get water. The number of people fetching water has doubled, and the river water is probably not enough..."
"Nonsense-" Sun Changzhou raised his eyebrows. He couldn't help it anymore, turned his head and scolded directly: "River water is originally used for food. How can people farm without water?"
“Without food, how can we transport it by water?”
Several subordinate officials quickly apologized, but one person still said unyieldingly: "My subordinates believe that farming, mulberry, and marriage are the responsibility of local officials, while our water transportation yamen is in charge of water transportation."
"To put it bluntly, even if the counties in Henan have a good harvest, if water transportation is insufficient, the governor's office will suffer."
Hearing this, Sun Changzhou was speechless. He opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but he couldn't say anything.
Can you blame him? He is thinking about himself and the government, and he is right.
Thinking, he rolled his eyes, and his eyes gradually focused on this person.
The overwhelming pressure was on him, but he still bent over humbly, his face remained calm, stubborn and stubborn.
At this time, he already understood that he was just sensationalizing to attract his attention.
"When you say that, you must have some solution to both problems?"
Sun Changzhou asked in a deep voice, staring at him fiercely, thinking that if he couldn't tell Zichou Yinmao, he would definitely take revenge.
"Although I have a humble position, after thinking about it, if the people use too much water, it will inevitably affect water transportation."
Tang Bin forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and said bravely: "There are only two strategies now. One is to regulate the water consumption of the Yellow River and its tributaries so that it does not affect water transportation."
"The second step is to dredge the sediment in the Yellow River, but it costs a lot..."
"alright!"
Sun Changzhou waved his hand to show that he understood. He weighed the person carefully and asked: "You are in charge at a young age. I must have achieved fame!"
"He was a candidate in the first year of Shaowu. His name was Tang Bin. He was from Suizhou City, Henan..."
Tang Bin was half-bent, not daring to get up easily.
"Why did Juren come to the Yamen?"
Sun Changzhou asked curiously.
"I heard that my family was poor and had no place to rely on, so I temporarily came to the Yamen to work. I must be waiting to take the examination!"
"Um!"
Governor Sun nodded and said, "Although it's a bit sensational, your intentions are commendable."
"If you speak out at this time, you must be waiting for disaster to happen and speak in advance to prevent the people from suffering! The little chief actually has this intention."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.
No wonder they felt that Tang Bin, who was usually low-key and diligent, was so eager for quick success and instant benefit today and didn't follow the rules!
Tang Bin looked grateful.
Governor Sun's words can be said to have preserved his reputation. How can you not cherish your reputation when you are living in Shilin?
Afterwards, Sun Changzhou didn't say anything else. He just sent someone to send him a hundred silver coins, asking him to study diligently and strive to be admitted to the Jinshi.
Tang Bin was naturally grateful.
At this moment, Tang Bin heard a loud noise.
He hurriedly went out and saw several government officials pasting official documents in front of the public notice board.
As the crowd walked forward, two big characters came into view.
Provincial examination——
"Can a scholar also be an official?"
"Why not? How many talents can a county have?"
"Now it's good, the scholar is also popular."
People talked a lot and reported the greatest pleasure in eating melon.
Tang Bin looked at it carefully and sighed: "It's a pity that they are all assistant and second-level officials. Although they have grades, it is difficult to improve -"
"Brother Tang, your career is very promising, but we can only make ends meet."
At this time, several classmates and friends came over. They were all former failed scholars, and they were all very happy.
"Don't underestimate it."
At this time, Zhao An, who usually didn't deal well with him, bit the bullet and said: "The sixth house of the county government has now entered the rank class. In a few years, he can also be a county magistrate!"
"It's difficult, but it's still not as good as a Jinshi!"
Several scholars gathered together here, and people consciously gave up space.
At this time, the Yamen servant came over and said with a flattering smile: "Several scholars have done very well in the provincial examination. Your Majesty personally established it."
"Once you pass the exam, you will immediately become the scribe of the sixth house of the county government. That's a lot of power. In the future, it will also be the house of eunuchs."
"Shit, that's the house of officials." At this time, Tang Bin and others couldn't help but swear.