The rain in Jiangning has not stopped since the beginning, and the continuous heat has turned into continuous rain, and the heavy rain has turned into light rain and then into heavy rain, and the whole city has not seen the sun for several days. In this era, even the drainage system of the capital was like this, and it was able to cope with light rain, and when it encountered such continuous precipitation, the drainage ditches were useless.

Sewage flows unchecked. The black and smelly sewage from nowhere and the sewage flowing from large households are mixed with each other, and it is impossible to distinguish between them, blending with each other and flowing happily to those shantytowns and slums. After all, these places are located in the low-lying areas of the city, where people go higher and water flows lower.

In some houses, the water was almost up to the calves, and people were scrambling to salvage the few pieces of furniture and clothes, and the children, under the command of their parents, rolled up their trousers and stood in the rainwater, using basins, bowls and other items that could scoop up the water, and kept pouring the stagnant water into the courtyard. In this race between man and nature, humans are destined to lose, but these people are the lucky ones compared to their neighbors.

Houses built on broken planks, thatch, and mud could easily collapse under the impact of the rain. In this dense rain curtain, he cried bitterly against the rain, shouting: "God, you can leave a way for the poor to live!" Most of the men and women are poor people who have lost their only shelter in the rain.

Although Shangyuan and Jiangning counties live in the same city, it is also ordinary rainwater, but for the people of the two counties, the situation is quite different at this time. In several slums in Shangyuan County, you can see Shangyuan Gongren wearing hats and robes, running back and forth in the rain, shouting to maintain order and prevent people from taking advantage of the riots to rob and hurt people. In addition, some people began to count the names, family information, and population of those who had lost their homes, and then promised them that they could go to the county yamen to receive a bowl of hot porridge.

Since the two adjutants of the county yamen resigned at the same time and the new adjutants had not yet arrived, this kind of work could only be undertaken by these officials. In the rain, wheelbarrows were pushed in, all of which were filled with wooden barrels, some of which were rice porridge, and some of which were decoctions made by the county yamen to prevent the occurrence of diseases and plagues.

Although there is a sense of epidemic prevention in these years, there is still a lack of theoretical understanding of the prevention of plague after the catastrophe, especially the flood, and most people do not understand the role of Fan Jin's means. But this kind of kindness can be felt by ordinary people and can give back. In the rain curtain, words such as "Lord Qingtian" or "Long live the wise" came and went, echoing in the rain curtain.

On those vehicles, there are small flags, some of which say the Duke of Wei, some of which say Sincerity Bofu, and some of which have the surnames of some mansions. These are the surnames of the major gentry families in Shangyuan County, and the rice porridge or medicinal soup in each flag-planting vehicle comes from the donation of the corresponding mansion. The servants of these families were dressed in the same way as the county officials, and they worked hard to proclaim the benefits of their heads of their families in the rain.

In the rain, a slender figure is advancing. Her body was a little thin, but her steps were strong and fast, and the man in front of her was fast, and she chased very closely, never being left behind. The heavy rain or standing water does not seem to have any effect on him.

"This little rain is much worse than the wind and waves at sea, in fact, even when we were in Luoshan, our life was harder than these people. They will complain about such a trivial matter, and if they are allowed to live in Luoshan for a few years, they don't know what they will be called! But it's different from us back then, we were born and raised, they have the master, the official and the old man thinks, the same people don't have the same fate, they are still luckier than us. ”

"Don't be sour in your words." The man turned around and taught his disciples, "In fact, the people of Jiangning County are also born and raised. It's true that everyone wants to live a good life, and no one wants to suffer. But God is embarrassed, this is something that cannot be helped. As a parent official, he can't control God, so he can only spend some effort and worry more about himself. I can only take care of the city, and I can't take care of it outside the city, I hope that Gu Shi is not only a powerful mouth, but also really reliable, and can build the embankment, lest this rain make thousands of farmers lose their harvest. ”

Pan Qiong looked at Fan Jin's figure in a slight daze, and said in a low voice: "Master, if you were a parent official, would you still slaughter Luo Shan?" ”

"What did you say?" In the sound of the wind and rain, Fan Jin obviously couldn't hear Pan Qiong's small voice clearly, and turned around and asked. Pan Qiong looked at his face, but the appearance of Pan Hu when he was shot appeared in front of him, and Fang Cai's words couldn't be spoken. A lightning bolt fell in the sky, and Pan Qiong subconsciously had a thought in her heart, which was to pray to God and let the lightning strike the man in front of her. But when a thunderclap sounded, he confessed to God again, and he was just talking.

"I mean, how many days will it rain like this!"

"In a few days, I checked the county records, and I made a summary of the hydrological weather conditions in the past ten years, and this kind of rainy weather is normal, and it will be over in two or three days. According to the situation in previous years, this kind of rain is still in the normal range, and the county can hold it, as long as it does not continue. In the future, no matter where you go, you must remember to record the information, the weather environment, which will help you analyze the information and know whether the situation is normal or abnormal! ”

Pan Qiong jumped forward, subconsciously approached the master, pointed to the vehicles and said, "The things on these cars are all donated by big families in the city. But what the people praise is Master, what I want to learn from Master is such an empty glove white wolf's ability, but it's not something to remember this and that, that's what Jiyin's nerd should do, so I don't want to do it. ”

"A bunch of rich people, what are they going to do with fame? As long as they get rich, they will make money no matter how you look at this business. It's just a little money and food, but in exchange for the life of the whole family, are you worth it? ”

Pan Qiong smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "Since Master knows that the Oolong Society is going to change, why doesn't he let them take precautions, but doesn't say a word, watching them be unlucky? No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a parent official. ”

"I'm Shangyuan's parent official, not Jiangning's, I just need to make sure that nothing happens to Qinhuaihe's side, as for what happens over there, what do I care about him? Besides, these big families have become a habit of keeping slaves, and they will raise hundreds or thousands of servants at every turn, and if this matter is not solved, it will be very troublesome for the court to hire people to work. These people don't shed tears when they don't see the coffin, and if they don't teach them a lesson, how can they be willing to give up keeping slaves? Besides, the name of Feng Ji Dart Store is not enough to think about, after this incident, I want to let the rich businessmen of the entire Jiangning go to Feng Ji to hire a dart master! ”

Pan Qiong's smile became brighter and brighter, and in the light of lightning, she looked like a little devil. "Master, everyone says that you are a living bodhisattva, if they hear this, what do you say they will treat you?"

"Whether it's a Buddha or a demon, for me, as long as I can receive incense, I can do anything." Fan Jin patted Pan Qiong's head, "Are your people ready, tell them to follow me and prepare to go to Yang's house to receive the goods." ”

Pan Qiong snorted and muttered in a low voice: "Receiving...... It's about the same as collecting people. If you want me to say that it would be nice to put people in sacks and take them to the sea, it has to be so troublesome...... Sentimental. ”

Even in such a heavy rain, the subordinates cannot get rest. In fact, the worse the weather, the more work the servants have. From covering warehouses to inspecting warehouses, to repairing leaky houses, or cleaning up stagnant water. It can be said that the heavier the rain, the busier their work becomes.

Compared with ordinary large families, the situation of the Yang family is a little more urgent. In addition to the above work, another very important thing is to store the silk. Silk and silk from the Wei Mansion have been sent one after another, and at least the deal with the Siamese tribute envoys can be successfully completed. In the context of successive setbacks in business, even if this business may not be profitable, just doing this business is enough to give some people hope.

At the scene of the disaster relief, there were also vehicles of the Yang family, both food and medicinal soup were extremely limited, which can be said to be a matter of benefit and no expense, but for the outside world, in addition to maintaining its reputation, more importantly, it makes people feel that this family still has hope, not to lose.

After all, people have to rely on the Yang family to eat, and the safety of their own rice bowls is naturally good news for most domestic slaves, but for other people, it may not be the case.

Since silk and cloth were constantly being transported, the servants of the Yang family were responsible for transporting the goods into the warehouse, covering them with oilcloth and preventing rainwater from seeping in. Most of the valets were not given the right to rest during these days, and were busy from morning to night.

Yang Baocai's funeral is not over yet, and the Song family, who wants to hold a funeral, does not have much time to put it in the warehouse, and together with the buckle, they are left in the mourning hall to take care of all the circumstances of the funeral. She also wanted to open it anyway, and her deal with Fan Jin was to ensure that the Yang family passed this hurdle. This silk delivery is all maintained by Fan Jin's favors, and it is useless whether he is there or not, but the funeral side needs a woman like her to preside over the overall situation.

In addition to the funeral, Yang Shida and Yang's mother are also a place that needs manpower. The situation of the mother and son is not much different, they are both paralyzed in bed, talking nonsense. There are servants in the family who have private legends that they have been hit by nightmares, and some even ask a mage to hunt ghosts.

In the past, the Song family had to sew up a few people's mouths to punish such remarks, but since she became Fan Jin's personal servant, her mentality has also changed unconsciously, and her heart, which was originally as hard as a stone, has gradually softened for a while, and she always subconsciously wants to show mercy to her subordinates.

Due to the heavy rain, there were not many guests, which was a little different from her original intention of holding a grand event. Fortunately, the rituals of the monks and nuns will not be affected by the weather, and the huge sound waves created by various magic instruments pass through the courtyard and are sent to the room.

At least it's still lively.

Looking at the rain outside the window, Song thought. This damn heavy rain has made the house seem deserted, and with the sound of these music, it is not too embarrassing, and you can give up some more steamed buns to these monks for a while to reward their efforts. Behind him, Yang Shida let out bursts of unclear muttering in his mouth, because Liu Langzhong could not come to the clinic in the past few days, Yang Shida's condition had a tendency to deteriorate, and there were more and more times when he yelled, and the names he shouted were not limited to rouge, but the names of several women. Some of these names Song knows, they are those women who are in debt and are dragged to the house to work as servants to pay off debts, and some of them she doesn't know, they are probably women outside.

Song's temperament is jealous, but looking at her husband like that at this time, she can't actually talk about the word jealousy, but has a certain inexplicable melancholy. Even at a certain moment, what she thought in her heart was: It is good for this man to lie like this for the rest of his life, so that he cannot harm others, take care of him himself, and also have the reputation of a virtuous wife. And he will not know until he dies that his wife has become someone else's slave, and may, at some point, lie down on his master's pillow, as he once did to the maid of the house.

A stench filled the air, but it was Yang Shida who drowned in the bed again. The little guys had to change their clothes in a hurry, and the buttons were there to scold them to be lighter. On the contrary, the Song family comforted, don't be too harsh on your subordinates, which made a few little girls even more worried in their hearts, and the second grandmother, who has always been hot, changed sex, which may not be a good sign.

"Gongs and drums...... Drum! Yang Shida on the bed shouted louder and louder, and it seemed to be two words gong and drum. A little guy said: "Did the second master think that the movement outside was too big, and he made a noise for the second master to rest?" ”

Song said: "That's the Fa, it has to be this movement, he can't get used to it, and he can only endure it." Besides, it's not noisy, it's all here, how loud can there be left, he usually messes with the Kunhua team, and he can't hear this sound? ”

Yang Shida seemed to be deliberately going against her, and his screams became louder and more urgent. Song's heart moved, and he secretly wondered: Could what he said be ...... Luo Wu? However, this thought was inconvenient to proclaim, and after thinking about it, he asked, "Where is Luo Tou?" I don't seem to have seen him for a few days. ”

"Back to the second grandmother, now that there are people in the house, more than half of the nurses have been dismissed, and there are fewer things to do, maybe it's not necessary to be busy with other things, and we didn't see it."

"Oh, that's it. Any of you who sees him tell him to come to me at any time, and I have something to say to him. The Song family knew in his heart that such a capable servant could not be replaced by a dart buddy after all. And the rouge incident hurt him too deeply, and he couldn't just expect him not to know the truth, this kind of thing would pierce the window paper sooner or later. Instead of waiting for him to find out something by himself, it is better to find him and say it directly, and then apologize to him, and find a big girl with a neat head for him, hoping to catch it.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and a thunderclap rang out. With the sound of thunder, a plaque fell to the ground, and then it was stepped on by a pair of barefoot and straw sandals, and under the constant trampling, the plaque was torn apart and shattered to the ground. And in that piece of wreckage, you can vaguely make out the handwriting on it: Inner Weaving and Dyeing Bureau.