"Unfortunately, this plan is very expensive and time-consuming to implement.

"Besides, no one can say whether the flood problem can really be cured, of course..."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, returned to his desk, took out a map of Xunyang City, lowered his eyes and sighed:

"The most important thing is that the flooding in Xunyang City is not serious. In most years, the flood caused by the Xunyang River blocked by the twin peaks only submerges Xingzifang on the edge.

"Because Xingzifang is the lowest point in Xunyang City and is located on the west side, closest to the twin peaks outside the city.

"After all, Chaisang, Xiushui, Lianxi and other important areas are not endangered, so Jiangzhou Hall naturally doesn't care too much.

"This good flood control strategy has turned into a thankless waste. No wonder it has been sitting in the warehouse for so many years."

Ouyang Rong put down the old slips in his hands, leaned on the table and sighed:

"But most of the people in Xunyang City live in this square, most of the coolies in Xunyangdu, traffickers and people from all over the world who come from all over the world to make a living... all live in this square.

"It is true that Xingzifang has become what it is now and has become a slum in the city due to innate reasons such as easy flooding. But what about the inaction of Jiangzhou Hall, which is supposed to be responsible for its responsibilities, for many years?"

The table was quiet for a while.

"Dong dong——"

Two slightly curved fingers suddenly tapped the top of the twin peaks on the map with some force.

"Building the Donglin Giant Buddha...is a good opportunity."

The slender figure reflected on the wall by the candlelight on the table suddenly shook violently.

He has a long history of laying down paper and studying ink. His profile is focused, he writes vigorously, and his head is buried in his desk.

No one knew that a certain new strategy that would affect Xunyang City for decades was slowly sketched out on a gentle night under the pen of an ordinary pen.

…

"These letters will be sent out today."

In the morning, in an official office in the Jiangzhou lobby, Yan Liulang, who had just sat down to rest, raised his head in confusion and looked at the figure of Chang Shi with a weak crown who suddenly appeared in front of the door and blocked the sun.

Yan Liulang lowered his head and looked at the pile of letters on the table from Mingfu, and reached out to take them.

"Okay, Mingfu." He nodded belatedly: "Well, this is to be sent to..."

"Wang Caozhi, Shopkeeper Ma and the others.

"Send it to Longcheng County first. If the prediction is correct, they should be inspecting the construction of the new ferry they have invested in at Zheyi Canal.

"Send it there. If you are not here, Magistrate Diao will also convey it to you."

"Oh, okay Mingfu."

Yan Liulang immediately jumped up and stepped out.

Ouyang Rong strode out of the official office.

Before leaving, Yan Liulang faintly heard Ming Fu's departing figure muttering to himself on the corridor in front:

"If it's a good business, everyone will come."

…

After sending letters to friends with whom I had a good cooperation before,

Ouyang Rong temporarily returned to a normal life.

In the afternoon, I will go to the Shuangfeng Peak outside the city from time to time, take out a small notebook, and perfect some plans.

When I come back, I will no longer avoid it, but will also pass by Xingzifang, where people and animals are mixed, blend into the market, and look around.

But every morning, Ouyang Rong would order mao at the Jiangzhou lobby on time.

Perhaps it was because of the extra fine that he would have to eat snow on New Year's Eve. Yuan Huaimin had been on duty every day recently and was no longer absent from work. Ouyang Rong felt that he was a bit strange.

Seeing him coming there in a daze with purple and black bags under his eyes every day, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but ask:

"What is Yuan Sima doing every night?"

"I'm really sorry, Lord Changshi. As Yuanzheng approaches, there are many poetry gatherings and night banquets in the city. My talents are famous and I have many invitations. I can't refuse the hospitality, so I have no choice.

Yuan Huaimin said seriously: "However, I don't dare to drink too much, for fear of causing trouble. I just slept a little, so I won't delay my time. Sir, please rest assured."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Yuan Sima has quite a lot to attend to at night. Please pay attention to your health."

Unable to complain any more, he reminded him and let him go.

However, Jiangzhou Sima is a position with duties but no authority, and at Dianmao there are minimum regulations on how long one must stay after signing in in the morning before he can take leave and leave early.

Therefore, after Yuan Huaimin came to the main hall every morning, he would sit on the seat opposite Ouyang Rong and stare at him.

Ouyang Rong had business to deal with in the morning and had no time to pay attention to him. Poor Yuanhuai Min had nothing to do. He looked around and wandered around. It was like being in jail. He was holding on and did not dare to fall asleep. He was guilty of neglecting his duties.

There was an idle person around, and Ouyang Rong found that he was also a little disturbed.

"Lord Changshi, last night it rained violently, the wind and clouds changed, and the weather suddenly changed. Because the official was still in his sleep, he was caught off guard and unfortunately caught cold!

"When the rooster crows, we find out. I don't want it to be too late! Please take half a day off and go back early to rest..."

On this morning, Ouyang Rong received another leave request form from Yuan Huaimin as usual. He glanced at it and his mouth twitched.

Ouyang Rong discovered that Yuan Sima wrote a request for leave early every day, and the reasons were all the same. Yesterday he had angina, today he had a cold, and tomorrow he suffered a fall. The reasons he wrote were different.

"Yuan Sima has good literary talent."

Ouyang Rong Zhubi wrote the approval, but being around would be a hindrance anyway. He usually approved the request for leave if he left early, so it wasn't too difficult.

"Thank you, Lord Changshi."

Yuan Huaimin, who was frowning and listless just a second ago, took the leave note and walked out of the main hall gate with uncontrollable joy. When he walked outside, he straightened his back immediately and felt high-spirited. Those who didn't know it thought it was Yuan Sima who was promoted back to Chang'an.

It's Zhaofu.

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

I thought it was over and I could work quietly.

But on this day, after Yuan Huaimin took leave as usual and left, Ouyang Rong was left alone in the main hall to work.

As for Wang Lengran, he is mainly concerned about the people's sentiments and is keen to meet celebrities and eminent monks from Kuanglu Mountain. He talks in the backyard and does not come here often.

Suddenly, a familiar senior attendant followed the clerk and ran into the main hall. He hesitated to speak: "Master, it's not good, Yuan Sima..."

"What's up with him?"

Ouyang Rong put down his pen and followed Chang Sui to the stable. As soon as he arrived, he saw a scene that made his eyelids twitch:

The door of the stable that originally belonged to "Dongmei" was open and empty. Not far away, a dark red shadow was chasing a green-robed official.

The clatter of horse hooves, the angry neighing, and the sound of the man's soul emerging resounded throughout the open space of the compound.

Changsui came closer and whispered: "Master, when I came here, I saw Dongmei chasing Yuan Sima. It seems that Dongmei was released by him and somehow made the horse angry..."

"This..." Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the papers and pens scattered on the ground in front of the empty stable, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

not far away.

Yuan Huaimin was in front crying for his father and mother, begging for mercy and running away.

Dongmei's eyes turned red and she chased after her.

Of course, humans can't outrun horses. Although a certain Jiangzhou Sima tried his best, the horses couldn't move due to the small open space, and humans were small in weight, so they could easily turn around and turn left and right.

But in the end, Dongmei gradually drew closer to her.

"Lord Changshi, help...ahhh!"

Before Yuan Huaimin finished speaking, Dongmei caught up with him and flew out.

Ouyang Rong and his attendants subconsciously lowered their heads slightly and closed their eyes. At that moment, they couldn't bear to watch.

The shoes flew out.

Fortunately, there was a large ball of horse material where Yuan Huaimin flew out and fell to the ground, which provided a slight cushion.

"Go and save people quickly."

Ouyang Rong hurriedly ordered his attendants. He rushed forward immediately and stopped the angry Dongmei who was about to score twice...

The second day.

At the entrance of the main hall of Jiangzhou Hall, Yuan Huaimin, with a bruised nose and swollen face, limped over to order his meal.

Ouyang Rong put down the slip and frowned: "Yuan Sima is injured like this. Let's rest for two days. Why are you here?"

"The lower official will have to do Dian Mao." Yuan Huaimin nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Chang Shi, this minor injury will not delay Dian Mao."

Ouyang Rong was helpless: "You are so injured, I won't detain you if I don't come."

Yuan Huaimin thought for a while and asked cautiously: "Now that I'm here today, can I make up for the previous day's absence?"

"..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly had a straight face, shook his head, and refused to bargain with him.

Yuan Huaimin scratched his head and walked over. He carefully sat down because it hurt when he breathed in. He took out the bruise ointment and applied it to his lumbar spine.
To be continued...