Wang Zeng sat quietly and listened to the crowd finish their endless comments. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info didn't say anything.

Silence, long silence.

Sand, sand, sand, the drizzle outside the window has been falling. Everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Zeng.

I saw him half-squinting his eyes, and slowly said a sentence from his mouth:

"The tiger and wolf are in the step, the flood has not yet been cleared, and it is still stupid to talk about cause and effect!"

Everyone was scolded for a while, and they didn't know what to say.

The meaning of Wang Zeng's words is very clear:

The Khitans and the Dangxiang people, like tigers and wolves, watched and coveted the fat sheep of the Great Song Dynasty, and the flooding of the Yellow River has not yet been truly dealt with. But he is obsessed with standing in line all day long, Fan Xianggong, or Lu Xianggong, obsessed with these infighting, it is really stupid to have nothing to say.

For a group of pavilion scholars who are treated with courtesy everywhere, this kind of reproach is really quite heavy from the mouth of a senior who has always been lenient.

However, after thinking about it carefully, these young people could only bow their high-spirited heads and leave one by one.

When everyone was getting farther and farther away, Wang Zengcai sighed softly, and Mrs. Wang next to him came over, beating him on the back while saying, "It's all some posteriors, why bother like this?" ”

Wang Zeng took his wife's hand and said: "You don't know, today's saints seem to be benevolent, but they are the most taboo party strife, they form a party like this to impeach Lu Yijian and Gao Ruone, isn't it, to Fan Zhongyan, who can still do something, to deduct the basin?" ”

Madam Wang sighed lightly and said: "What the officials said is that since ancient times, the kings have used a balancing technique, and the more they want to overturn Lu Yijian, I am afraid that it will be a bad one, but the more they will pull down their own people." But in any case, the officials themselves should not be angry, and they must take care. ”

……

Kaide Mansion is close to Kaifeng Mansion and is located in the lower reaches of the Yellow River. Fortunately, Fan Zhongyan went in time and stabilized his position.

By the time Chai Lin and Fang Zhongyong went to die, the dredging of the canals, the reinforcement of the embankments, and the resettlement of the victims were already being carried out in an orderly manner.

After October, the Yellow River gradually turned into a dry period.

From October to November, the period before the freeze is the golden time to be seized by the river.

Therefore, in the night rain, the torches dotted with stars, the porters and people who come and go, like a fresh competition, people and the sky fight for time.

In the tent, Fan Zhongyan and Chai Lin and Fang Zhongyong, who came in the rain overnight, cooked a pot of hot ginger tea, and talked about the situation since the river was governed.

It was a dialogue of historical significance and profound revolutionary friendship, and although it was still raining outside, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Chai Lin handed over a book of river control strategies written by Fang Zhongyong to Fan Zhongyan.

This is Fang Zhongyong's instructions for river control operations according to the river control strategy of Pan Jitao of the Ministry of Industry of the Ming Dynasty. To be more precise, it is the application and implementation points of "harnessing water and attacking sand" and "wide river sand control" in different regions.

Fan Zhongyan took it and looked at it carefully, as if he was completely immersed in it.

Fang Zhongyong saw Chai Lin handing over the booklet, his eyes widened, he stared at Chai Lin, and said in his heart:

Brother word, you're too lazy, re-copy it, don't do it with your own handwriting, if you write a few more words in front of Fan Xianggong, Fan Xianggong will be able to find out that he is tired.

Chai Lin's eyes were dodgy, and his lips gently scribbled into words, as if the other party Zhongyong explained: Big brother, I'm sorry, you said, I'm in such a hurry all the way, how can I have time to copy it again? It's my fault that I'm left and right, it's a big deal that I'm not a Rausch officer, and I won't be tired of you.

Fang Zhongyong stretched out his hand, put the palm of his hand on his head and face, and sighed in his heart:

If you are not afraid of a god-like enemy, you are afraid of a pig-like teammate, Chai Dagongzi, below, admire, admire.

The small wind stove where a few people were boiling ginger tea in their hands, bubbling with water bubbles and heat, a trace of warmth, rose in the tent.

Because the conversation stopped in the tent, and it was already late at night, the sound of piling not far away became clear.

On a cursory listen, the sound seems to be very monotonous and dull; However, if you look closely, you will find that this is not the case.

Because the force is sometimes large and sometimes small, the force borne by the fall is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and the objects and places that are splashed at the end are completely different, the final strength of the shore pile and soil is completely different.

Thinking of the hidden dangers that this lack of neatness and standardization will bring to future construction, Fang Zhong couldn't help but have a thought.

When I returned to my own account, I didn't undress and rest, but sat at the desk and kept writing:

One of them is the formulation of cement and concrete, as well as the main implementation problems, solving the problem of temperature control, the problem of program control.

The second is to introduce the ISO900 quality management certification system to carry out step-by-step, SOP analysis and standardized operations for piling, blanking, interception, etc. That is, decompose each work procedure, select the best way of working for promotion, classify the requisitioned people, and carry out emergency repair work in accordance with the way of assembly line operation.

Third, it is necessary to establish an emergency flood control system when heavy rains come, and to allocate manpower from the urban defense forces of various prefectures and counties to carry out special drills on emergency plans for diversion and dredging. Seize the time of this winter and conduct training in a unified manner.

Fang Zhongyong wrote the 21st century's flood relief norms one by one, and walked between the pen dragons and snakes as if the pen had two wings, swishing and flying, and intoxicated by selflessness.

Unaware of the crooked Chai Lin on the bed, he was already snoring and on the way to meet Zhou Gong.

Even more unconsciously, the figure standing behind him, holding ginger tea, had been moving with his handwriting, looking down.

It turned out that Fan Zhongyan saw that the two of them had left without drinking ginger tea, and he was concerned about the physical and mental health of talents, and secondly, all the personal servants around him had already been sent out to supervise the work in turn. So he personally held up an oil-paper umbrella, took ginger tea in a jar, sealed the lid, and carried it, and walked towards Fang Zhongyong and Chai Lin's tent.

Unexpectedly, after a glance, it suddenly dawned on me. It turned out that this Fang Zhongyong was actually a god-level gunner.

Fan Zhongyan looked at Chai Lin, who was lying on the bed and sleeping very sweetly, and then at Fang Zhongyong, who was struggling to write in front of him. A feeling of something hurting its kind of thing came to my heart violently.

Isn't he also the one among the ministers, who sleeps soundly while others struggle until late at night?

What the hell is the picture? I didn't even know it.

The feelings of worrying about the world first, and enjoying the joy of the world after the world, it seems that in the temperament of this young man, it is not so distinct, but a unique affinity and ethereal mystery lead people to want to get close to him and understand him.

Fan Zhongyan lowered his head and looked at Fang Zhongyong in front of him carefully, suddenly, he remembered himself when he was young.

No, this boy is whiter, calmer, more creative and relatable than he was when he was younger. He will definitely become a powerful minister given by God to the Great Song Dynasty.

Fan Zhongyan had mixed feelings in his heart, but he just gently put down the ginger tea jar and quietly retreated.

His lips were full of smiles, this night, Fan Xianggong, who was worried about the country and the people, slept very sweetly, as if he had finally found a successor in his life's dream.

……

Linchuan Palace, this night is also a sleepless night of family panic.

It turned out that Wang Yi had made an appointment with a few friends during the day and went fishing, but at night, he was carried back by a group of people crying.

The servants who went with him said that it was a carriage that came in a rage and hit Wang Yi's horse. The horse was frightened, threw Wang Yi off, stepped on another hoof, and made it like this.

Suddenly such a thing happened, Wu Shizhi didn't know what to do, and he was just crying beside Wang Yi.

Wang Anshi and other brothers, those who asked for a doctor, those who reported to the officials, Wang Ziyue wept, and sent a decoction to his father's mouth little by little.