Standing at the foot of the mountain, I listened to the rushing river, and even though it was only late spring, there was already a faint sound of thunder.
The ice and snow are gradually disappearing, and the flood season will soon follow. I don’t know if the Yellow River will burst its banks this year.
River control is by no means a day's work. Fortunately, the Yellow River is just like the Song Dynasty now. It is on the verge of collapse but there is still hope of recovery.
The Zhong family is a wealthy family with strict rules. Once Zhong Guiyi comes out, she will no longer have any constraints. Her eyes are bright and full of joy. She lies on the newly green turf, presses it hard, and says with a smile: "It's so soft.
It's comfortable." He rolled over uncontrollably as he spoke.
Yang Lin frowned and pulled her up, and said with a straight face: "The mountains are full of bugs. Once they get into your body, you will become a rotten peach."
The little girl was startled and hurriedly groped around, trying to catch the bugs on her body.
Such a young girl already knows the difference between men and women, and has the instinctive shyness of a girl. There are so many people here, so she feels embarrassed to pull Qin Qingqing aside.
Yang Lin chuckled lightly and was about to turn around when he saw a group of government servants surrounding a farmer by the river, pointing at the river.
The people at the bottom of the mountain also noticed them and pointed here to talk a few words. The "farmer" was suddenly stunned and led the people up the mountain.
He walked closer and said loudly: "Is this Yang Shaozai on the mountain?"
Yang Lin stretched out his hand to signal the guards to let them over. He looked closer and said with a smile, "Zongze, what are you doing here?"
"Shao Zai, I would like to congratulate you, Shao Zai, for your unparalleled achievements in wiping out Xixia. Last time I worked with Shao Zai to manage the river, and was promoted by Shao Zai. Now I have been promoted to the title of General Judge of Jiezhou."
Yang Lin pointed to a stone and said, "Come, sit down and talk in detail."
The two people sat on the ground and talked. Zongze had a plan, but he had no way to let the superiors know about it. He took this opportunity and said quickly: "The national plan to control the river is not a trivial matter, and it is definitely not a matter of one state or one county."
We can do it if we can. When I get to Xiezhou, I can repair this section. If there were heavy rains last year, I'm afraid this section will be useless. We have to have river control on the scale of last year's Shaozai, and we can't cure the river problem."
Yang Lin nodded, listening to the roar of the river, and said in a deep voice: "The river has been bitter on both sides for a long time. Although it has irrigated countless fertile fields, the number of people who die from river disasters every year is more than ten times more than those caused by war."
Seeing the young master frowning, Zongze said: "According to my official opinion, river management requires a special government office, which is responsible for all areas along the river, not just prefectures and counties.
, plant trees and solidify the soil.”
The problem of redundant officials in the yamen of the Song Dynasty was serious. Many officials were just hanging around and waiting to die. They were comfortable doing nothing every day and enjoying the elegant and luxurious life of scholar-bureaucrats.
When Yang Lin heard this, it made sense. Since there were so many yamen without work, it was better to find something to arrange.
When I looked up, I saw Zongze in front of me, who was tall, dark-skinned, and had a determined gaze. I don't know how much better he was than those fat scholar-bureaucrats.
Yang Lin smiled and said: "Zongze, if a river management office is established and you are asked to take the lead, can you take the responsibility?"
Zongze did not shirk the blame, smiled, clasped his fists and said, "I am willing to give it a try."
"There is no chance for you to try a national policy such as river control, so you just say whether you can do it or not?"
"Okay." Zongze did not hesitate. He was born in a peasant family. When he was young, he farmed and studied with his father and brother. He believed that he was more likely to heal the Yellow River than the scholar-bureaucrats of the Manchu Dynasty.
Yang Lin nodded and said: "Okay, since you have such confidence, then wait in Jiezhou. After I return to the court, I will advise your majesty. As long as I open my mouth, the edict will come soon."
This is the benefit of the emperor's close ministers. Many capable officials are very capable, but all their abilities are rotten in their stomachs. No one knows whether they are talented or learned. They can only have a weak hope that they can meet a king who has the same interests as themselves.
Exhibit ambition.
The emperor's ministers are different. They want to do things very simply. It is also infinitely convenient to display their ambitions and demonstrate their talents in governing the country.
From this point of view, it is not a big deal to build a Gen Yue and hold a few grandiose ceremonies.
As long as a policy achieves results, the benefits earned are enough, and it is a good thing for the country and the people.
Yang Lin stood up and took Zongze to the boulder on the high hill, overlooking the rapids of the ancient Yellow River path below.
"If you are successful in controlling the river, I will allow you to be appointed as a public official in Bianjing. What's the problem?"
Zongze laughed loudly: "If the young master can continue what he has done, fight for the victory of Xia and come to Youyan, and follow Zhu Meng's execution to protect the south of the Yangtze River, clear the world and protect the people, I am willing to erect a shrine by the river to guard it day and night.
, and I don’t feel unjust.”
The old man could talk, and Yang Lin smiled brightly and asked: "This time we have defeated the Xia thieves and solved the centuries-old border troubles in the northwest. I want to lead the Western Army soldiers to Bianliang to perform a victory. This will enhance the military prestige of the Song Dynasty and boost the morale of the soldiers and civilians.
To shock the surrounding nations; secondly, guess what my second intention is?"
Yang Lin suddenly asked for a test, but Zongze did not panic and said calmly: "Could it be that it aroused your majesty's ambition and gave him the ambition to regain Youyan?"
"Good! I didn't expect you to be able to see through my intentions." Yang Lin praised, then frowned and said: "Unfortunately, although the Western Army is strong and capable of fighting, its military discipline is not good. If they show victory in front of the emperor, I'm afraid they won't be able to do that.
This is the momentum on the battlefield. You know, officials care about this the most."
When Zongze saw Shangguan saying these words to him, he felt a little closer to him, so he put aside his scruples and said: "We can send people to train in Zhengzhou, and then go to Beijing to show off victory. Anyway, this matter needs a high-profile stage.
Plenty of time to prepare.”
Yang Lin nodded secretly, thinking that this was the only way to go, who would be the one to train them?
Suddenly, Yang Lin thought of the display of the Forbidden Army, which looked mighty and majestic and made Zhao Ji smile. Isn't this the unique skill of Captain Gao Qiu?
Without this hand, he would not have been able to secure the position of commander-in-chief. Of course, Yang Lin could not control Gao Qiu. He was from the same lineage as Liang Shicheng. Because of Su Shi's relationship, the relationship between Gao Qiu and Gao Qiu was quite good.
reliable.
Yes! If Gao Qiu can’t do it, isn’t there Gao Handle?
This guy was following me in the south of the Yangtze River and he was very knowledgeable. I wanted to give him a taste of the benefits. Gao Qiu was not stupid, so why not teach him secretly?
The most important thing is that this move is enough to cause a rift between Gao Qiu and Liang Shicheng, even just a little bit.
Liang Shicheng, the hidden prime minister, had too many resources at his disposal. Yang Lin could not tolerate such a powerful person in his eyes, and controlled most of the government offices and government affairs.
Thinking of this, Yang Lin curled up his lips. Gao Bing was obedient to his words. He helped him a lot when he conquered Fang La, so this time he was allowed to show his face and shine.