"After I go back, let them change their names, don't give me the whole set, what a good Han Qu, it's called a sycophant canal."

"Ming Mansion, in fact, they are also kind, after all, it is an unprecedented measure to control water, and it is natural for Ming Mansion to leave a name."

"You can't have taken this, right?"

"No, no, how can I have this literary talent...... It was obtained by Lord Diao, and Lord Diao was named after us in Longcheng County, and many neighborhoods and pavilions in the county were looking for his inscription in the past. ”

"Does he know how to choose a name? He knows how to be promoted, no wonder there are a lot of streets and lakes in our county, if it is not called Di Gong, if it is not called Tao Gong, I don't know that we think we are the hometown of these two celebrities, but it turns out that we have served as a county magistrate...... It is estimated that they are not as active as our Dragon City in their hometowns. ”

"Don't use my name anyway."

"Yes, Mingfu."

A slight drizzle.

Halfway up the mountain, the big lonely mountain, the shading pavilion.

Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang and Liu Ashan once again rested in this pavilion with a wide field of vision to hide from the rain, but this time, the three of them did not go down the mountain, but climbed the mountain.

Yan Liulang handed a county government's naming proposal on cutting and straightening the new construction to Ouyang Rong, and was bitterly criticized by the latter after reading it, and the blue-clothed head scratched his head, his face was embarrassed.

"Forget it, I'll get it."

Ouyang Rong sighed, handed back the document in his hand to Yan Liulang, walked to the pavilion, and looked at it from afar.

There was silence in the pavilion for a while.

He squinted at the Butterfly Creek, which was about to be 'straightened', and tapped the railing with his right hand:

"Since the original meandering river channel was like a butterfly wing, now we cut the bend and straighten, that is, the broken wing, it is called ...... Fold the wings. ”

Yan Liulang's eyes lit up slightly, and he muttered with his chin: "Folded wings...... Mingfu talent! When he returned from his humble position, he brought his new name with him. ”

After a pause, he smiled bitterly again:

"By the way, the Ming Mansion, and the name of the new ferry, they said before that since there is already Peng Langdu, the new ferry port is called Tanlangdu, but the Lighting Mansion just asked for it, and this name is not good......"

"Okay, okay, let's talk about this another day."

Ouyang Rong reluctantly turned around and sent the past away, in fact, he was also a waste of name, and he wasted his brain to get it.

The young county commander looked at the faint sky under the eaves of the pavilion outside and whispered:

"The folding wing canal is the most important thing, once it is dug through, it is the sea and the sky, and the new ferry port and new commercial street are just the melons behind it, take your time, it's still early."

Ouyang Rong actually didn't say something: maybe by then, he would have gone home.

Yan Liulang, who was full of interest, didn't know this, but felt that he was full of enthusiasm to follow the Ming Mansion.

These days, he has experienced the new atmosphere after the excavation of the Folding Wing Canal, his face is excited, and he nodded vigorously, "That's okay, I listen to the Ming Mansion." ”，

"How's the grain from the Yicang?"

Ouyang Rong turned his head and asked again.

Yan Liulang smiled:

"Yuming Mansion, the ship has already started to be loaded, and it will be shipped out of Dragon City in a few days."

"According to your previous instructions, we in Longcheng Yicang left 150,000 stones for disaster relief and digging a folding wing canal, and the extra about 160,000 stone of grain will all be used to support Jiangzhou City and other disaster-stricken counties and towns."

Ouyang Rong nodded and admonished:

"Remember, I went to send the book of the grain trough ship to Lord Shen, the overseer of Jiangzhou City, and Lord Shen handled the grain, and don't send it to other counties on your own initiative before that. Also, stay safe on the road. ”

"Yes." Yan Liulang bowed his head, blinked his eyes and whispered: "Don't worry, Mingfu, this matter of burning the grain ship...... Let's play the rest. ”

Ouyang Rong glanced at him, didn't speak, turned back to Liu Ashan, who was motionless, and asked:

"What's going on over there in the Liu family?"

Liu Ahan shook his head, "Only some old swordsmiths complained, and they haven't found any moves from the Liu family for the time being, and the sword shop on the west bank is the same as before." ”

Ouyang Rong bowed thoughtfully.

Yan Liulang couldn't help but glance sideways at the tall thin man in Mu Ne.

He was mainly responsible for the affairs of the county government by his side in the Ming Mansion, and he was biased towards official affairs; And some private matters that are inconvenient to show are handed over to this Ahsan brother in the Ming Mansion.

There are some things that even he, a close confidant, is kept in the dark, and only after the fact is faintly realized.

I remember that after Liu Ashan's redemption before, the Ming government did not let him join the county government system, but let him go to the disaster relief camp to organize a group of young and strong people.

Therefore, with Yan Liulang's fishing team, it is regarded as two groups of people, both working under the Ming Mansion, one bright and one dark, and not long ago, when he warmly entertained Wang Caozhi and other foreign grain merchants, it was the first time to cooperate.

However, now it seems that this Ahsan brother's local connections and sources in Dragon City seem to be more extensive than him, at least in the Guyue Sword Shop, where he has been a husband and official slave for many years.

"You don't have to come with me later, I'll go with Rokuro to find the host, and you go home to visit your aunt and sister."

Ouyang Rong gave Liu Ashan's unrefusable order, and he took the two of them out of the Shamu Pavilion first, and continued to go up the mountain, some wild flowers and grass probing into the middle of the road next to the bluestone steps wet the robes of the three people.

In the past few days, there has been a lot of rain in Dragon City, and it has been falling and stopping.

Right now, just after noon, I can see the sun hanging high when I look up, but the drizzle above my head is still capricious, taking advantage of the intermission of this sun rain, Ouyang Rong and his party continue to rush to Donglin Temple.

Going up the mountain today is also considered a business business.

The excavation of the Folding Wing Canal, the straight river bypassed the main buildings of the county and crossed from a position not far from the foot of Dagu Mountain.

A young county magistrate who just wants to make money thinks, since he will enjoy this kind of good thing of water transportation convenience in the future, and the incense is more prosperous, how can a certain dog big ancient temple have to invest some money and make some efforts.

So today is the second time to come to fight the autumn breeze, no, it is the parents and officials who have come to the grassroots level to ask for warmth and experience the food in the temple and the courtyard.

Thinking of the enlightened and generous Master Shandao's unyielding holy face, the young county magistrate who was hurrying on the mountain road couldn't help but smile a little embarrassedly.

However, it is not to blame him for worrying, because at present, the Empress Wei is clearly supporting Buddhism and suppressing the north and south Taoist sects that are closely related to the royal family of the Li clan, resulting in the great Zhou Dynasty Buddhism is quite prosperous, and the temples around the country are indeed very rich.

After most of the way, before arriving at the ancient temple, the drizzle fell again.

Fortunately, although Liu Ahshan has few words, he has rich experience, and he went out to carry three oil-paper umbrellas. Ouyang Rong took a red umbrella and opened it.

The three of them walked forward with umbrellas, wanting to find a pavilion to rest again.

Maybe it was the illusion of a sunny morning sky, or maybe it was a special day today, the three of them saw many wealthy pilgrims in Longcheng County traveling to climb the mountain along the way.

Especially the ladies and wives of the rich families, there are many hat-wearing girls who take maids to climb the mountain and burn incense in Donglin Temple.

However, the sun and rain in the middle of the way obviously confused the hands and feet of most of them.

The three of them walked for a while, and finally came across an empty pavilion next to a bamboo forest, and they were going to go over to rest, but Ouyang Rong saw many pilgrim girls running to the pavilion without umbrellas.

He glanced at them with Rokuro and Asan, and did not take a place in the past.

Ouyang Rong took them and stood a little further away under a cluster of dense bamboo leaves on the side of the road, holding an oil-paper umbrella to rest.

During this period, many female pilgrims who passed by found the kiosk one after another and hurriedly trotted in.

Seeing that this small pavilion was gradually occupied by the girls of Yingying and Yanyan, and there was nothing to do, Ouyang Rong's eyes turned over.

Looking at it, Ouyang Rong was attracted by one of the rather conspicuous shadows.

This is a girl wearing a peach-colored full-breasted skirt, wearing a white gauze hat, unable to see, but with a slender body, standing still in the rain.

She was also followed by a little maid with a bun face with an anxious face, trying to squeeze into the crowded pavilion, but like the other girls on the edge, of course, she couldn't squeeze in.

And if that's all, the picky-eyed Ouyang Rong won't pay too much attention.

But when he was bored, he noticed something different.

For example, at present, the small pavilion has been led by other rich ladies and ladies to stand in an excellent position.

The girl in the peach skirt and the little maid with a bun face could only stand on the last step outside the pavilion, which was a place where the eaves could not block it, and most of their bodies were gradually wet.

However, compared with the other anxious women who were also squeezed out of the pavilion, the peach skirt girl was very quiet, wearing a hat that could not cover much rain, unable to see her expression, and standing still in the drizzle.

After a while, the sun and rain outside the pavilion slowly stopped, and the ladies and ladies who were hiding from the rain reached out and reached out, and after being surprised to find it, they hurriedly ran out of the pavilion with the maid and trotted towards the ancient temple.

The girl in the peach skirt still didn't move, but the little maid with a bun face with a puzzled face turned around calmly, walked into the previously crowded and empty pavilion, lowered her head and patted her sleeve.

At this time, the sun and rain suddenly fell again, and the young ladies and ladies who had just run a little way saw that the ancient temple was still far away, and hurriedly ran back, and when they returned to the pavilion the same way, they were all drenched.

The girl in the peach skirt standing in the center of the pavilion did not gloat, but turned around silently, took out her handkerchief, and lowered her head to help several girls who seemed to know each other to wipe the rain from their dresses.

All of this fell into the eyes of someone who was resting not far away.

The whole process is very different, and it is difficult not to be conspicuous when placed with other busy conformist girls.

Even if some women can't see their faces, their temperament alone is enough to make people look sideways.

Under the misty rain curtain, a young county magistrate thought about it, calmly put away the red umbrella, and handed it to Liu Ashan.

"Send it to the pavilion."

"Master, how do you divide an umbrella? Forget it, you're busy. ”

"You don't need to divide it, just send a maid to the temple to find a monk to borrow an umbrella."

Ouyang Rong shook his head lightly, turned around and went to get an umbrella with Yan Liulang.

Liu Ashan was stunned for a moment, nodded, and rushed to the small pavilion with a vermilion oil paper umbrella.

After he didn't say a word and stuffed the umbrella to a little girl with a slightly stunned face in the rain outside the pavilion, he immediately left, and turned back to chase Ouyang Rong and the others, who had already turned away.

Just as a small episode, the three of them continued to hurry without looking back, heading to Donglin Temple.

In the small pavilion behind her, the other girls were shy or curious to look at the back of the handsome boy who gave the umbrella without leaving a name, Su Bao'er slightly lifted the white veil under the hat with two fingers, and glanced at the red umbrella.