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If you want to ask, what was the Longcheng County magistrate busy doing during the period before the Dragon Boat Festival when food prices soared?

Yan Liulang can answer immediately:

The Ming Dynasty was traveling around the mountains and enjoying the autumn breeze.

But the former one, in Mingfu's own words, he was worried about business, and his sightseeing was just incidental, yes, it was just an appearance.

But Yanrokuro seems to think that traveling around the mountains and rivers is the real thing...

It is estimated that only the Liu Ashan brothers, who followed dully behind, believed Mingfu's words.

Anyway, in the past few days, Ouyang Rong took Yan Liulang and Liu Ashan to visit the upstream and downstream of Butterfly Creek.

Ouyang Rong personally measured a circle from the ruins of Digong Gate connecting Yunmeng Guze in the upper reaches to the Butterfly Creek and the Yangtze River estuary in the lower reaches, as well as more than a dozen "Zeguo" areas along the way where the water has not completely receded.

Today, the three of them went to Donglin Temple on Dagushan Mountain again and found Master Shandao who was in charge. However, this time it was not Master Shandao who enlightened everyone, but the amiable parent officer Ouyang County Magistrate who enlightened Master Shandao:

As a result, the two parties had a frank, in-depth, long-term, and constructive communication on the disaster issue, and believed that the dialogue was timely and useful, and deepened the mutual understanding between the county government and Donglin Temple. Magistrate Ouyang noticed that Donglin Temple hosted the

We highly appreciate the relevant statements and positive intentions on post-disaster construction issues. Magistrate Ouyang pointed out...

Well, in the end, with a wave of his hand, Master Shandao decided to renovate an old temple and take in a group of homeless victims to cultivate the temple fields as tenants... Just suffer the Buddha again, and he will deduct the merits.

I don’t know what the county magistrate and the master were talking about. The young novice monk with fair hair has never seen such a heroic and generous master. Maybe this is the relationship between the government and the people.

The fair-haired young novice monk sighed, not noticing at all that after the county magistrate left, his master touched his head and sighed. He didn't go to read the palms of the female donors and female Bodhisattvas in the afternoon.

"Mingfu, the county government still has a lot of things to do, why don't we go back?"

Halfway up the mountain, Ouyang Rong stopped again, and took Yan Liulang and Liu Ashan together to overlook the scenery from a pavilion with a great view on the mountainside and a plaque named "Shimu". Yan Liulang couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Look, this is our county seat. This Butterfly Creek does look like a butterfly's wings. The name is correct."

Ouyang Rong suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the stretch of blue-tiled buildings at the foot of the mountain; Longcheng County did not have city walls. When the Great Sui annihilated Nanchen and unified the north and south, they ordered the removal of city walls in most states and counties in the south; the county seat is located in Butterfly

On both sides of the stream, Butterfly Creek meanders, and the sails on the river are like clouds. Looking further away, you can see the endless east-flowing river, with a mud-yellow sandbar at the mouth of the river.

Yan Liulang interrupted:

"Our Butterfly Creek is indeed a good place. This stream nourishes hundreds of sword furnaces on the west bank. I heard the old man said that the red sword body taken out of the furnace can be softened as soon as the water from Butterfly Creek is poured on it."

The blue smoke hissed out, making the swords forged look good... Since the pre-Qin Dynasty, this stream has poured out countless famous swords."

Glancing at Ouyang Rong's profile who was listening attentively, Liu Ashan, who had been silent all this time, also said: "I used to work as a clerk in a sword shop, and I heard from senior swordsmiths that the most powerful thing about this Butterfly Creek is not the communication cloud. The key position between Mengze and the Yangtze River is that this stream has dragon energy and is one of the few places in the world where tripod swords can be forged."

Seeing that Mingfu seemed interested, Yan Liulang also answered:

"I heard that in those days, before the great generals of the previous dynasty unified the north and the south, the last state of Chen in the southern dynasty used the whole country to forge the tripod sword here. It was a pity that the great generals destroyed the country as soon as the sword was completed. Later, the great generals destroyed the country. The Mad Emperor once again spent all the resources from the north and the south, and then built a furnace and forged a sword by the Butterfly Creek. This time, before the sword was finished, the world was in chaos, and rebels broke out...

"Later, Taizong cleaned up the business. After Daqian established the country, he learned his lesson, lived with the people, and never made those harmful things again. The sword shop business in Longcheng gradually declined, until the Liu family reopened it later. Guyue Sword Shop."

Liu Ashan recalled, "An old swordsmith in the sword shop said that this Butterfly Creek is a blessed place, but it is also a source of trouble."

"What is this tripod sword you are talking about?" Ouyang Rong was curious.

Liu Ashan shook his head, "I don't know, it must be the most powerful famous sword. I heard that all the princes, generals and ministers want to get it."

Yan Liulang also interjected, "Not only that, I heard that the Qi practitioners in the outside world also want to get this thing. Some people say that the battle between the Southern and Northern Dynasties was about these tripod swords."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, just like the mythical Taoism that his younger junior sister told Yunmeng Jianze, he only listened to it as a curiosity.

Returning to the business at hand, the young county magistrate turned to Liu Ashan and said:

"The old swordsmith is right. This Butterfly Creek is indeed the source of trouble. Not only does it nourish an evil willow that sucks people's marrow, it also becomes an accomplice to the floods in Longcheng.

"Every time the water rises in Yunmengze, as long as the Dickong Gate is not blocked, the water in Butterfly Creek will overflow the river and flood Longcheng County. This creek is winding and has no flood discharge capacity at all..."

Ouyang Rong stared down the mountain.

As the magistrate of Longcheng County, his responsibilities during this flood were not only disaster relief, but also flood control.

Regarding the latter, when Ouyang Rong first came to the county government and took office, he talked with Diao Xian Cheng, but at that time he didn't even have enough food for disaster relief, let alone flood control. Diao Xian Cheng suggested that he go to the Liu family to beg for food. ', just like previous predecessors, the Digong Gate was rebuilt to block the water from Yunmengze upstream.

At present, after all his troubles, he has barely enough food for disaster relief. In addition, he has mobilized the entire county to provide relief through work and organized a Dragon Boat Festival... he can already feed the refugees outside the city.

Therefore, water control has become a top priority now.

Because he knew that the maximum rainfall period of the rainy season was coming after the Dragon Boat Festival. At present, Longcheng County had no water conservancy works at all. In front of Yunmengze, whose terrain was like a basin and could easily store water during the rainy season, it was as if he was not wearing underpants. You can see everything big or small. It will be strange if the flood peak doesn't flood Dragon City.

Others, such as Diao Xiancheng, rely on the experience of county chronicles to predict floods. There is a "big flood every four years". If the flood has already passed this year, there will be no flood...

Ouyang Rong has never encountered any supernatural forces in this world, so the education he received does not allow him to believe in jingles, and he cannot lie to himself.

In the past few days, he has visited the upper and lower reaches of Butterfly Creek to find out the water conservancy situation.

The current situation is both simple and difficult.

Yunmengze, Butterfly Creek and the Yangtze River can be seen as a "work" shape. Butterfly Creek is the "vertical" in the middle. Yunmengze can be seen as a reservoir covering an area of ​​thousands of miles, which is the center of Jiangnan Road.

The largest freshwater lake, its water is mainly discharged from this "vertical" into the Yangtze River, and then flows eastward from the Yangtze River into the sea.

But now, what Ouyang Rong saw in his eyes was a "vertical" winding line.

Tortuous waterways are the most difficult to discharge floods from.

How to treat this water?

Should we continue to repair Di Gong Gate, follow the old path of Master Di, and mend it every four years like subsequent county magistrates?

Come to Longcheng for a visit, and the young county magistrate who has accumulated merit will ask himself.

Yan Liulang and Liu Ashan were both stunned after listening to Ouyang Rong's very clear explanation in a few words.

Yan Liulang thought for a while and tried to come up with an idea: "How about we... widen the river?"

Ouyang Rong didn't nod, so Yan Liulang realized what he was doing, and said to himself with a sullen face, "No, even if we have manpower, we don't have enough money to support the amount of work."

Ouyang Rong stood up after hearing the words, lowered his eyes and patted the ashes on his clothes: "Who said there is no silver grain? Hasn't the silver grain for water control already arrived?"

"Where is the silver grain mentioned by the Ming Dynasty?"

"Isn't it just down there? Or I grew my own legs."

Ouyang Rong pointed lightly at the county seat at the foot of the mountain, then sat alone again and quietly looked at the scenery at the foot of the mountain. He turned around first and said, "The view here is really broad. Let's go, it's time to go back."

After the young county magistrate walked out of the pavilion, he turned around and glanced at the plaque on the pavilion, and couldn't help but say to himself:

"What a blinding pavilion, it does not cover your eyes at all... There is a saying that you are not afraid of the clouds covering your eyes, because your body is at the highest level."

Already having an idea, he smiled and went down the mountain to eat "meat".

…

Ouyang Rong did not expect that he would be fed a mouthful of "meat" as soon as he returned to the county office.

County government hall.

"What, you said that the Su family came to see me when I was away?" Ouyang Rong felt a little confused, "Which Su family? Why did they come to me?"

He really did not remember that among the thirteen largest local gentry families in Longcheng, there was a family named Su.

Diao Xian Cheng shook his head, "The elder of the Su family said that he came to pay taxes for his family. Before the Ming government audited the accounts, they checked themselves and found that there might be some ambiguous taxes that had not been paid.

So now I submit it to the Ming Dynasty."

Ouyang Rongqi said: "There are actually people who take the initiative to check for leaks and fill up the vacancies for the sake of our government? Um, how much did they pay?"

Diao County Cheng swallowed, "One thousand taels of silver."

Ouyang Rong's eyelids twitched, "What kind of tax is this missing? Pay so much?"

Diao County Prime Minister spread his hands and said: "I asked my men to check the Su Mansion's accounts and found that they pay taxes on time every year, and they pay a lot of money."

"Then why don't you give the money back?"

When Diao County Cheng heard this, he looked at Ouyang Rong with a strange expression:

"But the Su family elder said that if there is no leakage, then donate the money to the county government and let Mr. Mingfu handle it by himself. All they need is a pen and ink from Mr. Mingfu, and they can give it to them at any time.

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Ouyang Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, stood up and went to the table to take a look at this huge sum of money.

The table was a little shaky under the weight of the money.

One thousand taels of silver was worth half of the money he coerced and induced those bully and evil gentry to donate.

The young magistrate threw the money in his hand back on the table, walked into the lobby and walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and couldn't help but look back:

"Do we still have such good and law-abiding people in Longcheng County?" he asked in surprise.

The main reason is that Ouyang Rong has long been disappointed with this group of landowners and tycoons in the county, or in other words, he has no hope for them at all. In these days of battles of wits and courage, it is harder to touch the interests than the souls...

But now, a white lotus suddenly appeared, which was more good than the good people riding horses. It really made men silent and women cry. How could he not be shocked.

Good guy, just thinking about it makes me cry a little.

This wave, this wave is called PUA.

Ouyang Rong sighed.

Diao Xian Cheng remembered something and said: "By the way, Ming Mansion, the Meilu Garden where you and your aunt now live was also donated free of charge by the Su family."
To be continued...