Next to the Shade Pavilion.

In the drizzle.

It's obviously a scene of acquaintances meeting and greeting at ease.

But the words of a white-haired maid came out.

There was a tacit silence on the field.

Yan Liulang noticed that several gazes in front of him were all directed at him.

Miss Weilai, the little sister of the Su family who is not known as a girl, and a little girl with a bun face......

In addition, there was a gaze from behind the girl who was Vilai.

is a beautiful and lovely girl.

When the maids who sent Merlot Zhai came over yesterday, Yan Liulang was quite impressed.

It seems to be the cook of Merlot Garden, and after listening to Miss Weilai's mouthful, Mingfu seems to like to eat the dishes she makes.

This delicate cook has been quietly following Miss Weilai.

At this moment, the light cast by those stream-like eyes made Yan Liulang look at it twice.

It seems that the Ming Mansion is very good to the slaves and maids in the family, and even the cooks are so concerned about the safety of the Ming Mansion.

Yan Liulang hesitated for a moment, and said ambiguously:

"Mingfu he, Mingfu is dealing with urgent business, ask me to take you up the mountain, rest in Donglin Temple for two days, don't go back to Merlot Park first, the mountain is dangerous now."

"What official business is Tan Lang dealing with, it is dangerous under the mountain, so Tan Lang is he not on the mountain? Why didn't Yan Zhutou follow Tan Lang. ”

Ye Weilai looked up with her little face, her cheeks full of rain.

The fingers under the sleeves tugged together.

The night before yesterday, after Liu Ashan came to Meilin to report the abnormal water level, Tan Lang rushed out of the house desperately and did not come back for two days.

Ye Weilai and Xiuniang thought that he was in Dagu Mountain, but the second daughter searched up and down for a day, but there was still no one.

At present, the mountains are full of chaotic homeless people, gray sky, damp and continuous rain, and a haze naturally wells up in my heart.

"Yes...... With the Ahsan brothers here, Miss Weilai doesn't need to worry. ”

Yan Liulang comforted and diverted the topic:

"Miss Weilai, how are you living in Donglin Temple? That guest house happened to be the house where Ah Qing's family lived at the beginning, and they were familiar with ...... By the way, if there is something missing, I'll go and say ...... to the county lord."

"Ouyang Lianghan is not in Di Gongzha now."

Su Xiaomei, who was wrapped in purple veil, suddenly spoke, interrupting the words of the blue-clothed catcher.

Yan Liulang: "......"

The atmosphere on the field suddenly froze.

Everyone's eyes changed, Yan Liulang silently lowered his head, and his hand subconsciously clenched the hilt.

In order to appease the people, they can use white lies, but how to hide them when they treat the families of the Ming Mansion.

Su Dalang, who had been listening, frowned and said:

"What is Brother Lianghan doing when he goes to Di Gong Gate, didn't the people from the county government say that everyone went up the mountain just to avoid risks, this rain is still small, and Di Gong Gate is not a big problem, is it ......?"

He swallowed his saliva and said worriedly: "If the situation is so critical, wouldn't it be dangerous for Brother Lianghan to run over?" ”

Su Bao'er's chin under the purple veil was sharp, and her voice came, and she said in one sentence:

"The situation is critical, the rain downstream is nothing, it doesn't affect the water level if it doesn't fall, the Yangtze River is behind you, and the water drains quickly.

"But the downpour of Yunmengze hundreds of miles upstream is the real highlight, Butterfly Creek is so narrow, and it is still twisting and turning, how to discharge the flood is the problem.

"The propaganda of the county government is just to appease the people, don't be naïve."

Su Dalang couldn't help but open his mouth: "Sister, Brother Lianghan ...... him"

Su Bao'er didn't look at Brother A, glanced sideways at the beacon tower next to Yan Liulang, and immediately nodded at the latter, and said in a crisp voice:

"There is nothing wrong with the arrangement of your Ming Mansion, and the arrangement is also very reasonable.

"Yunmengze is swollen, either blocked or sparse.

"Di Gong Gate is the way to block, and the Folding Wing Canal is the way to dredging.

"It's better to block nature than to be sparse, but the second phase of the Folding Wing Canal is only half repaired, and it is easy to give up halfway if it is forcibly opened, and its flood discharge effect is also to be discussed before it is completed.

"Right now, I can only hope for Di Gongzha, of course Ouyang Lianghan will go there to support.

"It's just that it's better to be blocked, even if the Di Gong Gate is newly repaired, it has the greatest limit, how high the water level of Yunmengze can be blocked, and how long the last heavy rain of this rainy season will be, everything is unknown.

"Yan Zhuhai doesn't need to feel guilty, since he asked Ling to stay, you and the county Cheng should do what should be done in the rear, and not adding chaos is the greatest help."

Su Bao'er calmly analyzed, making the atmosphere on the field a little less solid.

The little sister of the Su family bowed slightly in the direction of the Di Gong Gate in the upper reaches of the distance, turned around and took the little maid with a bun face to leave first.

Before walking out of the Shaded Pavilion, with her back to everyone, Su Bao'er sighed softly:

"To have Ouyang Lianghan is indeed a blessing for the people of Dragon City."

"Miss, wait for the slave." The ribbon trotted forward to hold an umbrella.

The master and servant returned to Donglin Temple on the mountain.

Su Dalang hesitated, stayed where he was, and stepped forward to discuss with Yan Liulang about the matter of Su Mansion raising a sum of money for the refuge camp.

Leaving the Shamu Pavilion with Su Bao'er and Caishou were Ye Weilai and Xiuniang.

The second daughter bowed her head and followed behind, a little absent-minded.

Like the maids of Merlot Garden, the Su family also settled in Donglin Temple on the mountain, and the benefits of donating large sums of money to incense in the past have been slightly reflected.

Su Bao'er glanced back, slowed down her pace, and stood side by side with Ye Weilai, she looked ahead, and said a few words of comfort between her lips.

Although Su Bao'er is not very good at comforting people, it can be seen from Ye Weilai's reluctant smile that she is not reluctant to give up with her walking soul.

The white-haired maid's petite slender body was mostly exposed outside the umbrella, and the shoulders of the wide and narrow close-fitting pale pink skirt were wet, and a few strands of silver-white wet stuck to her pale cheeks, which were still a little baby fat, adding a touch of Chu Chu and moving, and she was at a loss for the backbone of life.

Under the same umbrella.

Su Bao'er looked sideways at this rare and rare exotic white-haired girl.

Ouyang Lianghan likes this?

With a thoughtful look in her eyes, Su Bao'er suddenly stretched out her hand, and gently twisted Ye Weilai's long silver-white hair with two fingers to look at it.

Ye Wei's face was stunned, and she took a half step back with a little vigilance.

Su Bao'er's pretty face under the veil.

In the end, Xiuniang didn't care about the small movements in front of her, she frequently looked back at Di Gongzha, and reached out at a certain moment and grabbed Ye Weilai's sleeve......

On the mountain road, Su Bao'er's little face under the veil at the forefront was a little distracted.

A lot of thoughts.

This unexpected and reasonable flood crisis has postponed the arrangements for the birthday ceremony and other arrangements originally prepared by Su Fu, and she doesn't know when the crisis will be resolved.

Su Bao'er frowned slightly, and couldn't help but look back in the direction of Di Gongzha.

But then, she looked stunned.

"Hey, where's Miss Weilai? And the cook, where did she go? ...... who was still following behind."

The colorful ribbon holding the umbrella looked curiously and muttered.

I saw that the mountain road behind the master and servant was empty.

……

Yunmengze doesn't just have water.

And fog.

The downpour of only five days not only raised the water level of Yunmengze, but also made the water vapor rise on Yunmengze for nine hundred miles, and the smoke waves were vast and endless.

If the ears block the sound of the rain washing over the entire world around him, then the scene in front of Ouyang Rong is indeed a magnificent fairyland written by a well-known literati in the Great Zhou literary circle.

It's a pity that what is deeply "shaken" by this scene of Yunmeng beauty is the Digong Gate Retaining Dam, which has the hopes of all the 6,000 officials and citizens in Longcheng County.

Those literati and writers in Luoyang, Chang'an, were only intoxicated by the endless smoke and waves of Yunmengze, and they talked about the Yunmeng female cultivators who were like gods and goddesses recorded from time to time in the gods and ghosts.

It's a pity that these beautiful wishes similar to "poetry and distance" that have been circulated in the Dazhou market teahouse have become a nightmare for several counties in the adjacent Jiangzhou.

This goddess can really only be watched from a distance, not blasphemed.

In particular, Longcheng County, which is crossed by the Butterfly Creek and sandwiched between the outfall of the north gate of Yunmengze and the rushing Yangtze River.

Brunt.

Yun Mengze in the upper reaches is like the Yunmeng nuns with strange tempers in Daze, which is difficult to fathom.

And there is such a high tide every year, which is really like a woman's monthly red dragon, and she has a short temper.

Let the others pour blood mold.

You are poetry and distance, and we are fucking in front of us......

On the mountainside of Longbei Mountain, Ouyang Rong worked hard and was silent, and he didn't even have the strength to scold his mother in his heart.

He was dressed in a hat robe, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stood on the slope of the bamboo forest with his waist over.

At this time, Ouyang Rong took off his hat and threw it into the mud at his feet.

He wiped a handful of muddy water from his face with the palm of his hand, and continued to wield the firewood knife, chopping bamboo with the surrounding Liu Ashan and other brave young people.

Ouyang Rong felt that this hat was useless to wear.

It seemed to be raining everywhere.

The wind blowing from Yunmengze was loud and moody.

Not only did the rain fall from above, from left to right, but even the water droplets hit the ground and bounced back mixed with the mud, as if the raindrops were falling from the bottom to the top.

Ouyang Rong had never seen such a heavy rain in his two lives.

If it weren't for the fact that he had repeatedly confirmed to the little junior sister that there were no heavenly immortals in the sky, Ouyang Rong would have almost wondered if the water of the heavenly river in the sky had leaked down.

The rest goes on and on.

Ouyang Rong and the dozens of young men who were also wielding knives in the bamboo forest were already soaked, except for their thirsty throats, there was no warm and dry place in their whole bodies.

Liu Ahsan and other men have already begun to split bamboos in the rain bare-chested.

Another gust of sleet blew over, and the bamboo forest on Longbei Mountain next to the Digong Gate rattled.

Ouyang Rong's body shook, he fell, and his slippery firewood knife almost hit his calf bone.

He grabbed the bamboo pole, got up from the mud, wiped his face covered with muddy water, and was about to continue.

"Master, take a drink!"

Liu Ahsan licked his muddy lips and handed over the only remaining bag of water.

Ouyang Rong took the sheepskin bladder, opened it, took a sip, only touched his lips, and then threw it back to the wooden man, and commanded hoarsely:

"Give it to the brethren."

After speaking, Liu Ashan, who was puzzled and suspicious, asked Ouyang Rong put the firewood knife into the ground, turned around and walked to the hillside not far behind.

He bent down, his hands on his knees, gasping for air.

After a short break, his bloodshot eyes scanned his surroundings.

The rain on his head gathered into a stream, dripping from Ouyang Rong's temples and chin to the mud under his feet.

Ouyang Rong had been working for at least a day and a night without closing his eyes.

Except for a small squint in the cabin when he first took the boat to the upper Di Gong Gate that night.

Everything around him, the rain was so heavy that he didn't even know what time it was, busy and dark.

Ouyang Rong turned around and shouted at the men, his hoarse voice barely overshadowing the sound of the rain:

"It's almost cut, first send a batch of bamboo poles back to the gate for trimming!"

Ouyang Rong picked up the hat that was rocking like a boat in the mud puddle under his feet, pressed it on his head, turned around and took Liu Ashan and other men, holding the bamboo pole in his arms, and returned to the Di Gong Gate not far from the bottom of the mountain.

On the way, Ouyang Rong turned his head to look at the hazy Caifeng Mountain opposite Longbei Mountain.

Over there, there are also a group of young people he arranged to work hard.

But it's not like this with them on Longbei Mountain.

Caifeng Mountain does not have a large bamboo forest like Longbei Mountain, but there is a lot of sand and stones.

The men over there are filling sandbags with sand, earth and stones, and like them, they are transporting them back to the sluice dam between the two mountains.

The night before, as soon as Ouyang Rong arrived at the Digong Gate, he found that the officials who stayed behind in the gate did nothing.

Or rather, I don't know how to do it at all.

He even rushed to the doctor when he was sick.

Among them, some people actually listened to the superstitious words of the old craftsman of the Guyue Sword Shop who stayed behind in the sluice, and they didn't know where to pull a group of temple priests from the Dragon King Temple.

A group of chaotic people crowded on the high platform next to the Di Gong Gate, facing the turbulent Yun Mengze, holding sacrificial ceremonies, feeding pigs, sheep and other livestock, in an attempt to appease the anger of the so-called underwater dragon king.

Ouyang Rong, who was so angry that he was dressed in official uniforms, rushed forward on the spot, kicked the priests of the temple who pretended to be gods and ghosts to the ground one by one and wailed, making people fork them down, and together with the young and strong people under the sluice, they moved stones and soil, and came to a wave of labor reform.

Ouyang Rong laughed angrily at that time.

However, he quickly calmed down his anger again, and his head hurt slightly.

In fact, he also knew that he couldn't expect much from these gatekeepers.

When the catastrophe comes, these people can endure not to abandon the gate and run away, which is good enough, although they are still superstitious about strange forces and ghosts.

But ignorance and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, but helplessness.

Later, Ouyang Rong calmed down, personally took over Di Gongzha, and began to command in an orderly manner.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Di Gong Gate could barely hold on, he began to prepare important materials for saving the gate.

Arrangements were made quickly.

He first ordered the Minyong Brigade led by Liu Ahsan to start splitting into two groups.

followed Ouyang Rong and collected bamboo poles here in Longbei Mountain.

A group of sandbags and stones were loaded on the side of Caifeng Mountain.

The craftsmen from the Guyue Sword Shop stayed behind to observe and maintain the sluice.

As for the rest of the remaining Liucao chiefs, they were sent to sail boats, and before the waterway was still passable, they traveled upstream and downstream to transport supplies to the Digong Gate.

In addition, you can also gather the surrounding villagers along the way and send them to the downstream Dagu Mountain......

As for the current Minyong Brigade, which is the main force of the rescue gate, in fact, when the twenty disaster relief camps on the outskirts of the city were established, Liu Ashan was established at the suggestion of Ouyang Rong, similar to the militia, but with a different name to avoid touching some of the Great Zhou laws that killed the head.

At that time, these people's brave teams were responsible for the order of cash-for-work, and they also played a role in the subsequent struggle with grain merchants, Liu family and other forces.

It's just that the post-disaster reconstruction was almost done, and the problems of grain merchants and Liu Ziwen were solved one after another, and many victims also left the disaster relief camp and returned to the countryside to rebuild.

I've brought them all with me now.

In fact, this group of young people born and raised in Longcheng County are the ones who have the most feelings for the land of Longcheng, and they are also the most active in disaster relief and flood control, and Liu Ashan is one of the representatives.

They are the children of the elders and villagers in Longcheng County, Ouyang Rong brought them over, and naturally he is also responsible for bringing them back.

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.

After touching a stick of incense, Ouyang Rong and the Minyong team rushed back to the Di Gong Gate one after another with the bamboo poles they had chopped and collected.

However, the scene that was introduced into the eye made Ouyang Rong's tired face stunned.

"Why are these villagers all on the gate, and they are gathering more and more, aren't they asking you to send them to the side of Dagu Mountain downstream?"

Ouyang Rong said with a headache.

The group of elders who stayed behind around looked at each other, bowed their heads one after another, and were cowardly silent.

Woo woo, I finally got to a recommended position, cough cough, recommend Xiao Rong's old book "I Have a Sword Fairy Lady" to new book friends! If you like Xiaorong's style, you can go to Kangkang~

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