Sun Lin couldn't help laughing while listening to how Gu Yanzhang was crying implicitly with Zhang Zhi and Xu Jizong.

And Gu Yanzhang stood in front, but he really felt poor from the bottom of his heart.

The culvert in Ganzhou is a major project, and the results of repairing it in a simple way and seriously repairing it will be completely different.

Since it is repaired, it naturally has to be repaired, and it is a pity that something that can be used for hundreds of years and thousands of years, if it can only be built roughly because there is no money, and it will be destroyed quickly.

He can't guarantee that the next governor and general judge can still take this project as seriously as himself, so he can only try to do his best while he is there.

Whether the DPRK and China can allocate silver and grain determines whether the culverts in Ganzhou are made of mud bricks or stone bricks.

He counted the cost of repairing the canal with the two opposites, told him about his powerlessness, and quietly dressed them in high hats one after another.

And Zhang Zhi and Xu Jizong are not fools, how could they not understand Gu Yanzhang's intentions, and how could they not see through his thoughts.

But they willingly jumped into the pit.

Zhang Cheng thought to himself: Sure enough, he is still a young man who has just become an official, this stunned young man has no power in the court, and he can't even get half a copper plate!

Isn't it just asking for money? The left and right have done a good job, and most of the credit is surnamed Zhang, and no one can grab it, so he will help himself to work, so he naturally has to sell his strength.

He had already decided to return to the government for a while, so he asked his son Haosheng to help write a recital, one for the Son of Heaven, and one for his niece, and begged for money.

But Xu Jizong had already made up his mind, and he would have to add fuel and vinegar when he went back, and talked about the pity of the canal repair in Ganzhou with the Son of Heaven.

He came to deliver the decree, and he was also on the imperial mission to find out the situation of the displaced people.

But if it is narrated in 1510, the situation in Ganzhou is too amazing, whether it is merit or benefits, nine times out of ten it will be given to this Gu Yanzhang.

How can he highlight his "Xu Jizong" in the narrative?

Naturally, in every detail, it is revealed how meticulous he is and not afraid of hardship.

The more difficult it is in Ganzhou, the more difficult it can show.

Xu Jizong touched his face.

- It seems that there is still a lot of meat.

Take advantage of this way back, you have to find a way to lose more weight, it is best to starve a few times before entering the palace, the more pitiful you look, the more you can make the Son of Heaven sympathize with his own hard work.

Xu Jizong was diligent and conscientious, even if it was the Shangyuan Festival, Meng Ling strongly invited him to watch the lanterns, but he did not listen, but stared at the little yellow door under his hand to collect all kinds of information here, and went to bed early that night, planning to clean up in the next two days, and then return to Beijing immediately.

At this time, the earlier he returns, the more he can show his ability.

If you want to show your face in front of the Son of Heaven and get merit, you can't be afraid of hard work.

That night, Xu Jizong was thinking about how to report to the Son of Heaven, and he couldn't sleep over and over, his mood was enthusiastic and excited, as if he had seen the recognition and praise of the saint not long after.

On the other hand, Gu Yanzhang has dealt with chores in the state, and it is already time to hold the lamp when he returns to the back office.

Ji Qingling was standing on the table in the study, half-leaning down, and seriously picking up the pen to paint.

The table in front of her was custom-made, half as long and wide as an ordinary bookcase.

At this moment, a large drawing is spread out on the table, either sparse or dense, drawing all kinds of people and things.

Gu Yanzhang walked over curiously and asked, "What is this?" ”

Ji Qingling came back to her senses at this time, turned her head to look, and saw that it was Gu Yanzhang, and immediately showed a smile on her face, and said, "Fifth brother is back." ”

As he spoke, he put down his pen and greeted him with a smile.

Her voice was light and her smile was sweet, Gu Yanzhang heard it in her ears and saw it in her eyes, and she only felt that today's hard work seemed to turn into green smoke in this smile and disperse with the wind.

He couldn't help but laugh, reached out, took the other's hand, and walked back to the table together.

"This is ......" Gu Yanzhang turned his head and glanced at Ji Qingling in surprise.

"Map of the camp outside the city." Ji Qingling smiled and said.

"I'll be able to draw it tonight." She picked up a fan on the table, fanned it lightly at a corner that had just been painted, and said, "Fifth brother will also help to see if there is anything missing." ”

Gu Yanzhang lowered his head and took a closer look at the picture in front of him.

The frame of this map is the camp where the displaced people live outside the city, and it should be based on the appearance of the original camp, but it is different from the simple base map, and this one is full of all kinds of people and things.

There are strong men who queue up to enter the camp and return to the camp from the canal in Ganzhou City, there are old women who go out to dry with straws, there are old men who sit outside to make wooden barrels, and there are children who gather in one place and gather on the wasteland outside the camp, digging out locust eggs and burning them.

Some people pushed dung trucks out of the back door of the barracks, some people lay on the ground to light a fire for the big stove, some doctors were treating people, medicine boys were grabbing medicine behind, and some soldiers were patrolling with the security chief.

- This is clearly a picture of daily life in the camp.

Ji Qingling said softly: "Last time, Fifth Brother Xiu Mu, didn't you take me once?" I thought that Ganzhou had settled so many displaced people, and sooner or later someone would come to Beijing to inquire, so instead of letting the people next to me help talk, it would be better for us to say it ourselves. ”

She paused and asked, "Fifth brother, yesterday you said that you wanted to ask Sun Ming to follow the angel back to Beijing and explain in detail how Ganzhou appeased the displaced people?" ”

Gu Yanzhang nodded.

Ji Qingling said: "Just ask him to take this picture with him." ”

"It is said that it is better to see than to hear, no matter how detailed the excerpt is written, how good the oral speech is, after all, others have to imagine, but if there is a picture on the side, as long as there is a little explanation, it can also let the Son of Heaven know how to settle the displaced people in Ganzhou on weekdays."

She said seriously: "I heard that when the emperor was born, didn't there be a prison official who sent a horse without permission and presented a picture of the displaced people who were gnawing on grass and eating wood, and cannibalism among their children, and relied on that picture to directly sue the prime minister at that time to ask the county?" Now if you do the opposite, it can also have some effect. ”

Seeing that Gu Yanzhang didn't speak for a long time, she couldn't help but call: "Fifth brother, what's wrong?" Is this not a good enough drawing? ”

Gu Yanzhang only shook his head, looked at Ji Qingling with fixed eyes, and said solemnly: "It's not bad, it's already too good." ”

It's too good indeed.

Pictures are naturally more vivid, vivid, and easier to believe than words.

Gu Yanzhang had no doubt that as long as he had this picture, even if it was just an ordinary official, he could use the reminder of the picture to give a general idea of the situation in the camp outside Ganzhou.

"Qingling." He lowered his voice and asked gently, "How long have you been drawing this picture?" ”

Ji Qingling said: "I went with you once last time, and I started painting when I came back." ”

She looked a little shy, with a hint of shyness on her face, don't start, and whispered: "The more I paint, the more I think the fifth brother is too powerful......