"It has been expanded to the extreme, leaving only hills that are difficult to expand..."

Ouyang Rong muttered:

“With such a compact space, where should we choose the site to build the Big Buddha?

"We can't just build a giant Buddha on the ground like Shangyang Palace in Luoyang. It's spectacular, but how much financial and material resources will it consume?

"Besides, Xunyang City has no room for such a large flat land, so we can't hinder the people's livelihood..."

Ouyang Rong looked at the cliff and pondered.

Behind, Yan Liulang ran to get a bag of clear spring and came back, handed it to Ouyang Rong, and said eloquently:

"Mingfu, I heard that there is a Kangwang Valley to the south of this peak. There is a clear spring in the valley, called Gulian Spring. It hangs hundreds of meters and is extremely clear. The tea brewed from this spring is unique in Kuanglu.

"There should be a lot of tea-loving celebrities there right now, why don't we go try it..."

Ahead, Ouyang Rong took the water bag and replied without looking back: "The clouds and mist in the mountains naturally produce good tea."

"Then Mingfu would like to go and have a look..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly stopped drinking water, and the fingers holding the water bag pointed to the west, ignoring the spring water in the bag flowing down, interrupting Yan Liulang's words:

"What is that place?"

"ah?"

"What's that place called?"

Yan Liulang was stunned, turned around and found that Mingfu was pointing at two peaks not far to the west of Xunyang City.

The two peaks are quite short, with sparse vegetation in winter. The two mountains are bare and close together, with a long and narrow valley in the middle.

"Mingfu, wait a moment." Yan Liulang hurriedly flipped through the map, found the location, and after a while read out:

"Zhen Ming Mansion, it seems to be called... Shuangfengjian."

"The double peaks... they look familiar. Have I seen them somewhere?"

"Really? It seems we haven't been there yet." Yan Liulang was curious.

Ouyang Rong muttered for a while, then turned his head suddenly.

"Let's go down the mountain and have a look."

Why did he just climb up and have to go down again... Yan Liulang had no choice but to follow him obediently.

On the way, Ouyang Rong suddenly remembered where he had seen this place name.

…

late at night.

Chaisangfang, Huaiye Lane.

After winter in the south, the bamboo forests still have dark green leaves.

The evening breeze blew by, and among the swaying bamboo shadows, there was a small bamboo forest courtyard with the lights still on.

In the room, there is a desk piled high with papers. Ouyang Rong wears a fox fur cloak on his back and a blanket on his legs. He has his head buried in the papers and his eyes unblinking for a long time, flipping through the information.

There was a small stove at the foot of his desk, and the red hot coals emitted some heat waves that distorted the air.

It adds some warmth to the room with the windows closed.

But in front of the small stove, there was a petite white-haired girl sitting on a small bench, covered with a blanket, hugging her knees and burying her head in her arms, accompanying her master in reading at night.

At a certain moment, Ouyang Rong put down an old slip and took a long breath: "This is it, I finally found it."

He murmured, stretched out, and out of the corner of his eye saw the girl on the small bench in front of him.

Ye Weila's delicate body curled up, her eyes closed and her face resting on her knees, her body swaying slightly like the candlelight on the desk.

Ouyang Rong stood up gently, took off his fox fur cloak and walked over, covering the sleeping girl, picked her up by the waist, and walked to the neat bed in the back room.

"Um, Master... Master, are you finished?"

"Shh."

Ouyang Rong's index finger pressed Ye Weilai's soft pink lips, and she subconsciously sucked them in her mouth. For some reason, she sucked them skillfully... Maybe she recognized the wrong thing?

"..." Ouyang Rong carried her back to the bed, covered her with a quilt, returned to the desk, and wiped his fingers.

People's saliva is sticky when they sleep, and girls are no exception.

Ouyang Rong shook his head and picked up the old slips on the table that had been stored in the Jiangzhou lobby warehouse for an unknown period of time.

He walked to the window, wandered around, and read carefully with his eyes lowered.

This is a water control slip in my hand, proposing a water conservancy plan to control floods near Xunyang City.

Yes, Xunyang City, like many counties below, is also troubled by floods, but it is not as serious as Longcheng and other counties.

Mainly concentrated in the Yangtze River flood season in summer.

Therefore, Ouyang Rong is not in a hurry. He planned to spend the Yuanzheng and Winter Solstice holidays before starting preparations for disaster prevention, but now it seems that he can prepare in advance...

Ouyang Rong glanced at the signature on the slip. The proposer of this water control plan was a northern official who was demoted to Jiangzhou more than ten years ago. His hometown was close to the Yellow River and he was quite proficient in water conservancy knowledge.

This person submitted this flood control slip to Jiangzhou Hall, but in the end it was not accepted by Jiangzhou Hall and was shelved.

The reason why Ouyang Rong had the impression was that he had recently prepared a petition for "Ten Essays on Water Control in the South of the Yangtze River" and "Reading and Viewing the Maps of the River Systems in the South of the Yangtze River".

At that time, he made a lot of preparations and privately checked the water control plans proposed by many states and counties in Jiangnan, and he learned from the best of others.

So I have some memories of this plan involving water control in Xunyang City.

After returning from Kuanglu Mountain, Ouyang Rong went to the warehouse in Jiangzhou Hall to dig out the original manuscript and slips that day.

This is because this water control plan mentions the Shuangfeng Peak and focuses on it.

Ouyang Rong read through it again, nodded and said to himself:

"The floods in Xunyang City are different from those in Longcheng County. Longcheng was trapped by the floods in Yunmengze upstream, while Xunyang City was hit by the rising flood season in the adjacent Yangtze River.

"The Xunyang River, a tributary of the Yangtze River, converges south of the two peaks. It is blocked by this mountain and cannot flow north, so it is easy to form a vast ocean and flood, submerging Xunyang City on the shore."

Holding the slip in his hand, he frowned slightly and thought:

“This idea of ​​digging the peaks of double peaks is a bit whimsical, but it can be slightly improved.

“A canal was dug between the two peaks to dredge the Xunshui River and flow it into the Yangtze River, thus solving the flood problem in Xunyang City…
Chapter completed!