After talking for a long time, the two of them understood, mainly Wang Zhaoming understood, and as for Fu Bi, he specially explained the benefits to him. He just understands how much benefit there is, and it doesn't matter if the others understand it or not...... The fact is that Fubi is also dumbfounded. Although it is still incredible to know the truth, the benefits are indeed as Zheng Lang said...... Better.

But the more Fu Bi listened, the more confused his thinking became, and he couldn't understand it in many places. Despite Zheng Lang's efforts to explain to him in the most intelligible words, even his own new moderation popped up again.

Wang Zhaoming is also retreating.

There are many benefits, but what is it?

I want to say something in my heart, why don't you go, I can't ask, I'm afraid that Zheng Lang will angrily reprimand the eight kings, and go into Danyang Lake alone to resolve the disputes of the fishermen, and he is also a person who doesn't know how to write dead words, I can't say it. He can't go either, it's the system of the imperial court.

"Come," Zheng Lang said. took out a leather circle from the back of the house, didn't know what it was for, took Wang Zhaoming and Fu Bi to the edge of the West Lake, called a small boat, asked the boatman to swing the boat to the middle of the lake, and said to Wang Zhaoming: "Are you cold to touch this water with your hands?" ”

In mid-August, the lake water was a little cold, but fortunately, there was a little residual temperature, Wang Zhaoming put his hand into the clear lake water to try it, and then shook his head.

"Do you dare to swim in this water?"

"Zheng Fuyin, I don't know the surname Shui, how can I swim?"

Zheng Lang tied this small circle around his waist thanks to the development of the striking bow since the Tang Dynasty, and some leather skills improved, including sealing the surname.

It's not very good, but I'll use it if I can. Suddenly, he kicked Wang Zhaoming into the West Lake.

Wang Zhaoming shouted for help in panic, and Fu Bi said eagerly: "Governor Zheng, what are you going to do......"

didn't say it, and after seeing Wang Zhaoming shouting a few times for help, he stayed in the circle and looked at the lake magically, and wondered why he didn't sink. Zheng Lang scooped him up and said, "How?" ”

"Wacky ......"

Zheng Lang said some buoyancy principles again, whether they can understand it or not, as long as they understand that it is not a magic trick, but the knowledge of "Gewu", and said: "You try again." ”

Wang Zhaoming hesitated, after all, it was a novelty, and he was also a little eager to try.

"I can still harm you, if something happens to you, how can I explain it to Your Majesty?"

Wang Zhaoming cautiously got off the boat, this time he was mentally prepared, tried it in the water, and shouted happily.

Zheng Lang added: "The sea water is heavier than the lake water, and the buoyancy will be greater. ”

It's flickering.

On the level of river boat craftsmanship in China has always been ahead of the world, but it has always been very strange to the sea, until the Tang Dynasty big cannibals arrived in Guangzhou, did not know that there was a trade route on the sea, but the Tang Dynasty forbade the people to go abroad, including business. It does not prevent the people from absorbing the skills of the big food ship and integrating their own technology, the original big food ship is the best, the master boat is second, the South China Sea ship is again, and the Chinese sea ship is the worst, but after the middle of the Tang Dynasty, the Chinese sea ship soon came to the top and jumped to the top.

In the Song Dynasty, China's ship technology level was far ahead of other countries, and most of the ships sailed by the countries in the South China Sea were made in China.

Whenever something happens, it's all very bad weather and other accidental causes, such as hurricanes caused by super typhoons, or tsunamisis caused by windy mountain outbreaks, or magnetic field disturbances that cause the compass to lose its direction and get lost in the ocean.

Once this happens, having this lifebuoy doesn't do much either.

But something is better than nothing.

Where does Wang Zhaoming know, if he thinks of it in his heart, then it will be fine. The mood has finally improved, as long as you don't die, it's easy to do, and the merit is there.

Fu Bi also said in surprise: "It's good to have this thing." ”

"Expensive," Zheng Lang said. All made of lake sheepskin, lake sheep grow in the Taihu Lake Basin, Hangzhou also has a few families to raise these lake sheep, after all, there are few, and in the south, the price of leather is more expensive. Therefore, in history, Wang Anshi also wanted to let go of the trade with the Khitans, and his idea was to barter goods. However, people only need copper, give you goods, you give me money, I don't want your silk, so I deviated from the direction.

This is also a new topic.

I don't know what changes this time will bring.

pulled Wang Zhaoming up again, Wang Zhaoming was still reluctant to hold this small circle, but it was the capital to save his life.

Zheng Lang instructed the boatman to rock the boat ashore, changed his clothes for him, and called him to live in the house...... Wang Zhaoming's mood improved, and then he remembered and asked: "That borrowed seed ......"

"It's true, but don't worry about them, not only the Japanese people, but also the Qinchuan Uighur breed."

"Zheng Fuyin, you know so much."

"It's not much, it's that you have to know a lot, know yourself and know your opponent, in order to win all battles. Often the details are used well, and they work better than anything else. ”

Introduce Wang Zhaoming into his own house.

The legend of the White Snake is being rehearsed at home.

It also has a strong intention, not to entertain people's lives. But now except for a few students of Wang Anshi, no one can know.

More than a dozen leaders were invited from various green buildings, all of whom played various roles in Meiji, and men and women could not be on the same stage, although this era was relatively open, it would be incredible.

Zheng Lang heard the singing, walked into the inner courtyard, and watched their rehearsal.

From Zheng Lang's point of view, no matter how you look at it, you can't see the beautiful figure of Yue Opera at all, and the water sleeves are even more miserable, is it Song Dance, or is "waving sleeves", walking, singing is all wrong.

Wang Zhaoming watched it with relish, after all, it was the first drama in the real sense, unlike those miscellaneous dramas in the capital, which had a complete storyline, beautiful lyrics, and a very long range, but I didn't understand it very well. But the beauty of the people, each of these notes is from the famous head of each Qinglou.

This is the benefit of being Fu Yin, under an order, that Qinglou dares to cooperate?

Wang Zhaoming was a eunuch, and this did not prevent him from appreciating the beauty of these leaders.

Zheng Lang looked at it for a while, shook his head, and estimated that Jiang Xing'er would not be able to teach a prototype of Yue Opera for a year.

In fact, Jiang Xing'er didn't understand either, and she and more than a dozen leaders read the script written by Zheng Lang while pondering and scrutinizing each other, so they made the Yue Opera that was not like the four.

can only make do, Cui Xian suddenly walked over, called him out of the door, and whispered: "Look at that white lady." ”

"I saw it," Zheng Lang said puzzled. Now Qin Feng'er, the most popular name in Hangzhou, the rest of Zheng Lang doesn't know.

"Look at her breasts......"

"I look at her breasts......?"

"Look at her buttocks again......"

"Why should I look at her?" Zheng Lang asked puzzledly, the two are the most embarrassing things for women, even if they are remembered, they are not polite to see.

"We're too thin to have ......

Zheng Lang finally understood what she meant, her wives and concubines were slender and a little thin, but this Qin Feng'er had plump breasts and fat buttocks, like an easy person to give birth to. But Zheng Lang looked at Cui Xian curiously and wondered, "When will you be able to see it?" ”

"Concubines are also anxious ......"

"What do you think about all day long, more than I think. How old am I this year, with you, I can't raise more children, so it is appropriate for my Zheng family to live this only seedling. Don't think about it. I don't want one less, and I don't want one more. Don't mess around, this winter will be my most critical half of the year, and I don't want anything to distract me. ”

Soon he was distracted, and at noon it was fine, and in the afternoon a strong wind came, and the wind urged the rain, and the rain poured down, and it seemed as if the sky had fallen.

The matter of West Lake came.

Usually, the West Lake is very beautiful, but the current West Lake is not like this.

Since the Tang Dynasty, when the water was large, the West Lake was often flooded. Li Mizhi took a treat, Bai Juyi treated it, and led the canal into Cao, directly making Caoyun reach the edge of Hangzhou. However, as time passed, the lake became clogged and clogged. To Wu Yue and carefully govern, the Song Dynasty also added a doumen to prevent overflow. However, due to the negligence of the Northern Song Dynasty to the south, and Wang Qinruo used the West Lake as a release pond in the middle of the Tianxi Dynasty, adding chaos to the chaos, the lake was reborn, and a small number of encroachments, or for fertile land, or for market houses, the situation of West Lake gradually became worse than before.

Not only is it getting shallower, but the lake is also getting less and less. So Zheng Lang measured the depth of the lake with a penny.

The six wells in the city that Li Miyin led were also gradually drying up.

This problem is also serious, so the people of Hangzhou are very grateful to Su Dongpo in history, precisely because after Su Dongpo arrived in Hangzhou, most of these problems were solved one by one.

The six wells refer to the West Well, the Golden Bull Well, the West Well, the Square Well, the White Turtle Well, the Small Square Well, and the Xiangguo Well. It is not a real well, but six reservoirs, which are brought in from Qiantangmen and Yongjinmen respectively by earthen cylinders and bamboo tubes.

In desperation, except for a few peaks, Hangzhou was mostly silted up, and the groundwater was still salty and inedible in the Tang Dynasty. In the Northern Song Dynasty, it was still semi-brackish water, and there were wells at home, which were mostly used for washing and washing, and they were also inedible.

Later, the siltation of the West Lake reduced the amount of water, and the water supply of the six wells was difficult, so Bai Juyi built the white embankment, which was not only used to control the West Lake, but also to raise the lake level.

Years later, the drawbacks are once again apparent. Now the West Lake is marching in the direction of silting up again, because the lake surface shrinks during the waterlogging, the lake water is shallow, can not store water, and floods everywhere, not only flooding crops, but also the people living in low-lying places let the flood flood. In the dry season, there is no water to irrigate the crops, and it is very difficult for the six wells to get water. If the West Lake is not governed, it can't wait for Su Dongpo, God knows if Su Dongpo will come to Hangzhou because of his appearance?

What if you don't?

But not at this time.

Zheng Lang had no choice but to interrupt the conversation with Wang Zhaoming and threw a pamphlet to him, also for fear that he would not be able to remember, so he deliberately wrote down the relevant matters. To Wang Zhaoming himself, he may not be able to write all the details, and there will be unexpected things in the future. But once it starts, communication will always be maintained, and the court will pay more attention. You can be instructed non-stop.

He went out with a group of officials to help the people evacuate to safety.

But for decades, the people have been coming like this, and with experience, there are not many families affected by the disaster, only about 20 households, but the appearance is a little miserable, strong winds, heavy rain, and heavy flooding, but the actual loss is not large.

But Zheng Lang stood in the wind and rain, and thought in his heart that he had to speed up his pace.

If you want to tidy up the West Lake, you must do it in winter, like the circle, the water level is shallow, and the labor is provincial.

However, it's not what he thinks, it's better to wait until next year, and anything he does will be convincing, including the legend of the White Snake.

In the second half of the night, Zheng Lang returned home exhausted.

Cui Xian said pityingly: "It's too hard to do this. ”

"It's an accidental weather, and the West Lake is not treated, so it's a special case."

"When you've got everything in order, someone will come over."

"That's not a good errand either, and those who are capable will be happy to take over. Without ability, the example I set has become an unbridgeable chasm, and what I inherited was not political achievements, but thorns. ”

After saying that, he fell asleep.

August 17 arrived.

As in later generations, the tide of the Qiantang River is the largest in the three days around August 18, not the punctuality of celestial bodies and ocean currents, but the accuracy of the Chinese lunar calendar.

There are also many people watching the tide now.

But there are some differences, not in Yancheng Yanguan and other places, but in Hangzhou, the tide is coming, it is triangular, there is no later twisted horn block, all at once rushed to Hangzhou Zhejiang mouth. In Zhejiang, the tide was blocked. Therefore, it is the best place to watch the tide in the Phoenix Mountain and Jianggan area of Hangzhou.

This year is a little different.

Zheng Lang built a high platform on a flat place at the foot of Phoenix Mountain.

Then let these beauties sing the legend of the White Snake on it.

Singing from the morning, this is a new thing, the audience is like a mountain, crowded with tens of thousands of people. Zheng Lang and Fu Bi had to arrange for officials to maintain order, but in fact, the people behind them couldn't hear what was being sung on the high stage at all, and they might not even be able to see clearly.

Anyway, it is to watch the tide, some people come from all directions, are waiting for the tide in the afternoon, Suo surname squeezed around, make a lively, this is the favorite of the people.

Start singing.

Quirky Yue Opera, but more than a dozen Meiji looks bright and moving, and they don't charge any tickets, this alone is worth watching.

And the selected Meiji are all the leaders of the Qinglou who are good at singing and dancing, although the singing makes Zheng Lang miserable, and even the lines he wrote make these Meiji sing wrongly, but they also have their singing and dancing skills.

As for the water sleeves, they didn't take it seriously, they weren't called water sleeves, they were called Song Wu.

Watching the "Fahai" on the stage bewitch Xu Xian with the graceful water lotus dance, Zheng Lang almost collapsed.

It's too late to love this Fahai, why hate?

No, you have to change people, and change a miscellaneous old man to play this important role, otherwise your hard work will be in vain.

Sing until the end of the section begging for grass.

Many people were dumbfounded, one is the magnificence of this myth, and the other is that such a long drama is unprecedented, Fu Bi came to Hangzhou for a period of time, and he could barely understand what to sing, and he was also drunk and dizzy.

It's some old bustards who see business opportunities.,Okay.,As long as this book is sung in the workshop in the future.,Why don't you worry about attracting business?

Then the end was announced, first with cheers, then with protests, and we had to keep singing and not whet our appetites.

It wasn't until a small official came over and said that there would be tomorrow that the crowd dispersed.

Fu Bi looked at Zheng Lang and asked, "Is this Dehua?" ”

After Zheng Lang's further carving, he removed some overly lingering and sympathetic words, slang, and other aspects of the content, and made words or songs, or dialogues that were more elegant, and Fu Bi did not reject them when he saw the present.

"It's not Dehua," Zheng Lang shook his head.

There is a more important meaning to entertain the spiritual life of the people. It's not useful now, but we'll find out in a few months. If you don't react, you can attack further.

In the afternoon, the tide is coming.

There was a loud roar of thunder in the distance, and then a white line came overwhelmingly, and the sound was overwhelming.

After a while, they rushed to the Zhejiang mouth of Hangzhou. Obstructed by Zhejiangkou here, the tide was superimposed, and the higher and higher it was, Zhang Xia and Ye Qingchen looked at the tide worriedly.

Although this area is the most important embankment in Hangzhou over the years, and there are mostly hillsides on both sides, which is not very harmful, the tide is too loud, which makes the two transshipment envoys a little afraid. Then I saw Zhang Xiaxiu's new embankment, which collapsed in a few moments under the impact of the tide.

But fortunately, there is Wushan Mountain behind, and there are no people living there, so a few trees were swept away, and the tide gradually subsided.

Zhang Xia sighed and said, "A thousand times are gone." ”

But the numbers that were seen, what were not seen, and what happened before were even greater.

Zheng Lang said silently: "Envoy Zhang, you are a good official, Your Majesty asked you to come to govern the Qiantang River, it is undoubtedly the best candidate." ”

"Don't praise me, I don't have enough money," Zhang Xia sighed again, otherwise he could have done better.

"You can wait, in three months, I will support you with a batch of money."

"...... after March," Zhang Xiahu asked suspiciously. said that Fu Bi had a lot and didn't figure it out, not to mention that Zhang Xia couldn't figure it out, he only knew that there were many businessmen who came, and there was that deed stock, and he knew that Zheng Lang was playing tricks again, but he couldn't figure it out.

It takes time for tricks to come out, such as sucrose, which took more than a year from planning to preparation, research and development, to success.

The income of only hundreds of thousands of yuan is not five or six times that of Hangzhou, and the imperial court only gets forty percent of it, which is less than one-fifth of Hangzhou's income. What kind of income can reach five or six times the income of Hangzhou, he thought of two, one is salt, the other is wine, but it is impossible, that is the national surname is in business, only a considerable income. What can be done in a city of Hangzhou?

I don't want to ask, and if I ask about it, it may not be a good thing to intervene as a transshipment envoy. I don't want to take the credit.

But three months later, the timing was still unexpected.

"About three months later."

The next day, Zheng Lang was called over by several wives and concubines in the family, and Zheng Lang was speechless at the performance on stage, but Cui Xian and the others were fascinated. In the afternoon, it is a must-see for Zheng Lang.

Today is August 18, the highest peak of the tide, but there is a wonderful show.

Make it a tide!

Some Wu Er, who paid for the water and was not afraid of death, stood by the Qiantang River with red flags in their hands, waiting for the tide to come, breaking the waves and treading water.

At this time, it is still little, and it is not that he is really not afraid of death, and he does not face the middle direction of the tide, but stands on the side of the tide, and the tide will be shorter.

It still looks thrilling.

The sun was slanting, the sky was not completely cold, and the tide came again.

At the intersection of the Qiantang River and Zhejiang, more than a dozen young people walked out on both sides, each holding a pennant, Zheng Lang took a serious look, it may not be all red flags, all kinds of flags, mostly red, rusty with some patterns, and some other props, far away from the can't see clearly. The age is not very old, most are in their twenties, and a few are only in their teens.

Seeing these tides coming, the crowd automatically separated.

Fu Bi frowned and said: "It's not good for Chao'er to boast, once there is a danger of dying, forever under the tide, and his wife and children crying on the water's edge, it is not a blessing for the country." ”

This is what Zheng Lang is most afraid of.

He really wanted to say that although there is danger, this nation must have a strong spirit that is not afraid of death, and let you be laxified, and the style of the Han and Tang Dynasties will not only disappear in the upper class, but even the lower class will completely disappear. What is left of a cowardly nation?

There is no identification, and it will not actively prevent it.

The tide came again, and the white waves rolled like an avalanche, as if they were going to swallow the sky and disappear. Zheng Lang was far away, but the huge waves splashed by the tide head hitting the embankment still hit his clothes with a string of troubled water droplets.

Suddenly, the drums sounded.

This is the spontaneous movement of the people to make the tide.

Fu Bi frowned again.

Zheng Lang didn't see it. Xu Xu said: "Long memories and watching the tide, the people of Manguo are vying for the river." The sea of suspicion is empty, and the drums are beating on all faces. Lang Taoer stood up to the waves, and the red flag was not wet. Don't look at it in a dream, the dream is still cold. ”

Su Dongpo also loved this poem, and wrote it on the screen, and Shi Manqing also asked someone to draw a picture of "Pan Lang Yongchao" because of this word.

Hearing him chant this poem, Fu Bi said with a little displeasure: "No wonder Governor Zheng said such benevolence and righteousness. ”

Absolutely derogatory.

"Rich brother, if you don't understand, maybe you'll find out in two years. How terrible it would be if the people were left without their blood surnames. Benevolence is the foundation of Confucianism, but what we want is great benevolence, love the people, what is love for the people, the country is prosperous and strong, the people are rich and stable, there is no oppression inside, there is no strong enemy insult outside, it is the way to love the people. It is not a bowl of porridge and a piece of clothing. But Zheng Lang couldn't hold back the topic and didn't want to argue.

During this time, he didn't even want to interrogate the case of smuggling salt, and he didn't even want to touch West Lake for the time being, let alone argue.

When the tide comes, the tide goes into the water, one by one unbuttons their shirts, their cloaks are scattered, and they step into the water.

Although standing on the side, the waves were four or five feet high, but these tides stepped on the water with their feet, and as the waves went up and down, the flags were not wet. This person's flag, in front of this huge heaven and earth magnificence, seems incomparably small, but because the tide does not fall and the flag does not fall, it makes people feel a different kind of majesty.

Suddenly, there was another change, and more than a dozen tides on both sides opened the red and green umbrellas in their hands, and with the power of the umbrellas, they floated on the tide surface and took off. Some tides use the power of the tide, using both hands and feet, in the monstrous waves, doing all kinds of thrilling actions.

There are also two tide children stepping on mixed wood, performing a hundred water operas on the tide head.

Zheng Lang was also dumbfounded. Modern surfing with empty hands is not easy, and the difficulty of this kind of tide is hundreds of times higher than that of empty-handed surfing. He clapped his hands a few times and asked the Wang brothers in a low voice: "Can you do it?" ”

The Wang brothers shook their heads with shame.

The tide went down again, and the tide came up with flags and props, and the people on both sides came over one after another to put on red and hang colors for them. Zheng Lang wanted to reward some things in the past, but he looked at Fu Bi and endured it.

On the third day, let a few wives and concubines in the family come over to see the white snake, today is the last day.

Cui Xian said again: "Official, these dozen or so records are all good......

The status of the female record in the Northern Song Dynasty was not too low.

The attitude towards Zhen Ying is not like that of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, in some metropolises, many families are forced by poverty, and their wives go out to laugh to make a living, and the neighbors are not ashamed.

The most honorable are the girls who perform for the palace, but to be precise, they are tricks, not remembered, only selling their performances and not selling their bodies, don't take it seriously, in the Song Dynasty, Ji and tricks are the same word, and there will be no tricks that do not sell their bodies.

But it is very sought after by the people, and many young talents rush to offer treasures and fruit wine to these girls in order to express their admiration, which is quite similar to the star chasers of later generations. There is a noble son who admires the female warrior Wang Jinbang, saying that she is "like a girl in the sky for thirty-three days, a fairy in seventy-two caves, with the appearance of a sinking fish and a wild goose, and the appearance of a shy flower in the closed moon." The magpie flies to the top, especially like a fairy going down to the Yao Pond; The rabbit walks around, and it is better for Auntie to leave the Moon Palace. So he wanted to leave his family and business, and go to "Chongzhou to hit the mansion with Wang Jinbang, begging for food and clothing".

This is a trick, and there is a memory, you have to see, you have a good posture, and you have to have talent, so you will be sought after. Hangzhou Mingji Zhou Yun asked the official to take off the female household registration for her, and the official asked her to make a quatrain, Zhou Yun did not think about it, and chanted: Longshang Nest is empty and frightened, and I can't bear to look back and comb myself. If the cage is opened, the woman in the snow clothes will be recited for a long time.

Then the good sisters came to see them off, and Hu Chu wrote a poem, with light makeup and light crane feathers, and it was different when moved into the Zhu column. You should laugh at the peaches and plums in the West Garden, and the color should be evenly matched in the autumn breeze.

What Long Liang wrote: The peach blossoms are dust-free, and they fall into the world several times in spring. Xie Pei was temporarily paid to pay for his wishes, and Mao Ying was also a Wuling person.

If you can reach such a level, how can you not be loved by scholars? Therefore, Fan Zhongyan's Ru Lady, Han Shizhong's Liang Hongyu, and Zhang Jun's Zhang Qin were all promoted to noble ladies as Jizi, and some of them are still famous in history.

The dozen or so records selected are among the best in Hangzhou.

If it comes to giving birth to a child, the ten mothers of the Wei family make Cui Xian the most satisfied, but she also knows that it is impossible, with the talent of the Wei family, how can she let her most beloved little daughter be her husband and concubine?

However, none of them and Jiang Xing'er moved, which made Cui Xian worried. There are three unfilial pieties, and the Zheng family has always been very thin, the husband has no children, and the wife is also at fault. Seeing these dozen young girls, Cui Xian moved her mind.

But this time Zheng Lang is destined to disappoint everyone, he is known for his romance, whether it is in Taiping Prefecture or Hangzhou, he has not had a single affair.

Cui Xian said again: "Either you look at that An Banniang." ”

"Who is An Banniang?"

"The little lady who sits on the side and plays the lute."

Zheng Lang looked at it, a very pretty little girl. However, there is also a significant feature, that is, rich breasts and fat buttocks, easy to "give birth".

"Or Yi Niang over there."

"Who is it?"

"The one who plays Xu Xian is proficient, can memorize the entire "Zhuangzi", and can also compose poems."

"I already have your poem at home, as well as the word apricot."

"That's different, and this Yi'er's background is very pitiful, and his style in the workshop is good."

Zheng Lang had black sweat on his forehead, and said in a low voice: "Don't make trouble." ”

Suddenly, Yang Jiujin came over and said in a low voice: "Someone from Denglai Erzhou." ”

"Okay, the tide has arrived!"

Yang Jiujin was very puzzled, the tide gradually receded, why his master said that the tide had arrived.

The real tide is coming!

If this tide rises, it will destroy many things