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Chapter 187 The Tranquility Before the Storm

There are no signs.

In the corner of Jiangzhou, Jiangnan Road, it is located in Longcheng County, downstream of Yunmengze.

It has been raining for the past two days.

There was no thunder.

Only rain.

At first, it was sparse and light rain.

The next day, tick tock, heavy rain.

Another day passed, and it was raining heavily.

Just as the people of Longcheng County and the county government were getting worried, the sky suddenly cleared.

The rain stopped.

At dusk, the dark clouds dissipated, and in the sky after the rain, the orange fire clouds were particularly bright.

With the scene of the setting sun.

Extraordinarily gorgeous and gorgeous.

It's like a reward after suffering.

Standing under the wet dripping eaves, the officials and servants of the county government relaxed their expressions and looked at each other with joy.

In many places in the county, in the streets and alleys, this scene of people being relieved and happy happens from time to time.

The beauty of the setting sun made many people under the eaves see God.

Because apart from the ignorant children, the natives of Longcheng, who have been tortured by the moody floods of Butterfly Creek for a long time, are naturally cautious about any rain in the rainy season.

According to the experience of the old people on the 24 solar terms.

This should be the last heavy rain of the rainy season, and now it seems to have finally come to an end.

Until now, the mountain of pressure that has been piled on the hearts of officials and people in Longcheng County since the rainy season has finally been released.

"After three days, it finally stopped. Mingfu, what a sunny day, what a sunny day."

In the lobby of the county government office, Diao Xiancheng's head protruded from the eaves like a duck's neck, and a series of water from the roof hit his eyelids.

The old county magistrate didn't even wipe his face, he ran to the open space, danced and danced, and turned his head to announce the good news to Ouyang Rong and others who were waiting solemnly in the lobby.

The faces of the latter still retained some serious tension from the heavy rain not long ago.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang, Liu Ashan and the others didn't look at Diao Xiancheng who slipped and fell on the wet bluestone slab in the yard, they looked at each other and spit out.

"Mingfu, the solar terms will change in two days. The rainy season is finally over."

Yan Liulang turned his head and smiled.

Ouyang Rong ignored it, tilted his head and said, "Has the latest news about the water level of the Shui Ze Monument in the upper reaches come back?"

Liu Ashan organized his speech, nodded and said:

"My lord, I'm still on the way. The report was sent back half an hour ago. If brothers hurry up, it should take another hour for the next report to come."

Ouyang Rong nodded, and looked around the county government lobby where the atmosphere became relaxed.

In addition to him and Yan Liulang, the magistrate of Diaoxian County, officials at all levels of the county government are also on the alert.

Because Ouyang Rong paid special attention to it when he came down from the mountain to Longcheng, and he took the trouble to warn in advance.

In the past two days, this seemed to be the last heavy rain of the rainy season, and everyone in the Longcheng county government was extremely nervous.

Ready to go, everyone is in position, and we are mentally prepared for another flood.

So the whole day just now, the atmosphere in the hall of the county government office was quite depressing, Ouyang Rong was sitting in the center and mobilizing the command.

And the small officials who inspected the Shui Ze Monument in the upper reaches also worked hard throughout the day, sending people a steady stream of news to update the current latest water level of the Shui Ze Monument designated by Ouyang Rong in a timely manner.

And half an hour ago, when the heavy rain had not stopped, the water level of the latest Shui Ze Monument was quite high, close to the dangerous line.

Right now, the heavy rain has finally come to an end, which seems to indicate that the flooding will stop.

"Continue to monitor the water level, and notify me as soon as there is any news. As for the others..."

Ouyang Rong looked around the hall of the county government office, scanning the tired and relaxed faces, he paused, nodded and said:
"Everyone, let's go back to rest for the time being, have dinner, it's been a hard day, but the colleagues who are on duty at night remember to arrive on time, the county government needs someone to watch..."

Ouyang Rong babbled a few words, a smile appeared on the corner of his serious mouth, he waved his hand, and put everyone on duty.

After ordering and making arrangements, Ouyang Rong was the last to leave the lobby of the county government office, and met Ye Weilai who was visiting with an umbrella at the gate of the county government office.

The latter's small face was full of worry, and his temples were wet, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

Ouyang Rong pursed her lips, lowered her head and rubbed the melon seeds on her white haired head:

"I'm fine, the rain has stopped, don't worry, go, go home."

Ouyang Rong glanced back at Luming Street under the setting sun and dusk, he let out a sigh of relief, turned his head and took Ye Weilai back to the Meilin Courtyard.

In the study room, Ouyang Rong just wiped his face with the hot towel handed over by the white-haired servant girl, Ouyang Rong's ears twitched slightly, and he turned his head to look in the direction of Mei Lin at the back of the yard.

"Well, master, the young lady of the Su family is calling you again."

Ye Weilai, who was on her back in front of the water basin, flicked her ponytails, she turned her head and smiled.

"Talk too much and ask for a beating."

Ouyang Rong curled his lips and threw the towel back to the blinking Ye Weilai, straightened his appearance, picked up a chessboard, turned and went out, following the sound of the piano.

Ye Weilai wiped her hands, and followed behind him with ease

Ouyang Rong brought the white-haired maid to the Yating among the plum forests, and walked around the screen wall.

Sure enough, a pale young girl with plum blossom makeup was playing the piano with her eyes downcast.

The little maid with a bun face was wearing a goose-yellow skirt, squatting with her knees in front of a small red clay stove in the pavilion, blowing air into the silly pout in the stove, and lighting a fire to make tea.

Ye Weilai seemed to have expected it a long time ago, took out a prepared small fan and walked forward, squatting beside Caishou, helping to fan the fire.

But obviously, there was a little idiot among the two.

Ouyang Rong and Su Gu'er didn't care about the two girls.

The two didn't even look up at each other.

Su Gu'er sometimes frowned, sometimes stretched his eyebrows and eyes, and hooked his fingers.

Ouyang Rong sat down opposite her, arranged the chessboard, grabbed a handful of black chess pieces, and turned his head from time to time to glance at the gradually enveloping night scene outside the pavilion.

Willow head on the moon, after dusk.

As long as Ouyang Rong is fine and he is on duty early, the two sides often get together in the Mei Lin in the evening.

After getting along with each other these days, the two pairs of master and servant who are neighbors have quite a tacit understanding.

"Why didn't you come two days ago?" Su Gu'er glanced at him.

"Busy." Ouyang Rong didn't raise his head, and a sunspot fell with a "click".

The man behaved casually, Su Gu'er was used to it, put down the Baoqin, reached out and grabbed the white chess box, ready to talk about a game.

She glanced at the chessboard, and Lianzi's hand stopped.

"Why are you playing backgammon?"

"I'm defeated." Ouyang Rong whispered four words without looking up.

"..." Su Gu'er.

She took a deep breath.

Recently, Su Gu'er was surprised to find that Ouyang Rong didn't know how to play Go, so he planned to teach him, but he led him astray and changed to a crooked way of playing.

What is it called backgammon? The latter also vowed that this is the orthodoxy of black and white.

It's just a magician.

Su Gu'er frowned slightly:
"That day, I taught you some black-and-white chess styles casually, and you can draw inferences from one instance to another. You have such a talent for chess, why are you still obsessed with other messy rural games?"

Ouyang Rong nodded, and said again: "You are defeated."

"...??"

Su Gu'er had a serious face, and the small hands in his sleeves thrust into the pile of white chess pieces in the box, the back of his fair hand made the top-quality white jade chess pieces in the box a little yellowish.

With a "crack", the little girl with plum blossom makeup sitting in front of Ouyang Rong didn't say a word, twisted the white chess with two fingers, and made heavy moves, so strong that Ouyang Rong almost thought she was going to poke the board.

Look at this competitive temperament, knowing that it is a casual aggressive method, but still unconvinced...

Ouyang Rong laughed and shook his head. He played backgammon with Su Baoer on the opposite side.

Ouyang Rong has always been good at dealing with Tsundere, for example, he used to train his junior sister, although Su Guer's Tsundere is very different from his junior sister...

After half a stick of incense.

Su Bao'er got up suddenly, dropped the half-filled chess box with white pieces, walked quickly to the edge of the pavilion, looked around, with a sullen face, raised her fair chin:

"The rain has stopped."

This technique of seamlessly changing the topic made Ye Weilai and Caishou next to her, two little girls who are good at pretending to be stupid, bow down.

"Go down." Ouyang Rong urged.

"You want it to rain?"

"No, I said, hurry up and settle down." Ouyang Rong warmly reminded.

"Oh, no more, it's boring." Su Bao'er curled her lips.

Ouyang Rong smiled lightly, lowered his head and picked up the chessboard without further pressing.

This is a little girl who doesn't accept losing.

From playing chess, you can see the general character.

But she is also extremely intelligent, although she was praising Ouyang Rong just now, saying that he has a talent for playing chess, but in Ouyang Rong's eyes, Su Gu'er has the same amazing talent.

She has only been in contact with this weird backgammon for a few days under Ouyang Rong's provocative method, but right now, she can calculate it mentally at a glance, and she will lose within five moves, so she immediately got up impatiently Run away.

Both of them knew about this, but Ouyang Rong didn't say it in front of Caishou and Ye Weilai.

Su Gu'er couldn't help turning her head, and glanced at the young county magistrate who lowered his head and carefully tidied up the chessboard, slowly and seemingly without anger.

When he raised his head, Su Gu'er looked away immediately, pretending to look outside the pavilion:
"The rain has stopped," she repeated.

"Ah."

"Has the water level of Butterfly Creek stabilized?"

"almost."

"According to your previous point of view, if the last rainy season of this rainy season has passed, does it mean that within this year, there will be no more floods in Yunmeng Lake upstream, and Butterfly Creek will be stable until next year's rainy season? "

Su Guer asked with concern.

Ouyang Rong paused with his fingers, and looked up at the sky outside:

"That's right, you've also seen the map of the upper and lower reaches of Butterfly Creek that I drew before, and the reason is clear at a glance.

"The Butterfly Creek floods over the years are all due to the low-lying terrain of Yunmeng Guze in the upper reaches. During the rainy season, the water flow gathered from the surrounding hundreds of miles of mountains has accumulated. The water will naturally rise, and the water will overflow when it is full.

"And the Yangtze River behind us is the best flood outlet. It's a pity that the boundary of Jiangzhou, especially Longcheng County, is located between the two. The Butterfly Creek is too narrow and too curved to release the flood immediately without flooding us. Drown who."

Su Guer nodded thoughtfully:
"So, you built the Broken Wing Canal and the Digong Gate one after another to deal with the flood?"

She bowed her head and thought for a while, then nodded in agreement:

"This is indeed the principle, the Zheyi Canal discharges the flood, and the Digong Gate resists the flood.

"The former is a radical cure, once and for all, but the construction period is long.

"The latter is an expedient measure, which can be used to fight floods for a short time, and it will be effective in the short term. When the former is completed, it will be done once and for all.

"Your theory of water conservancy is exquisite. If you spread it, it can cure most of the floods in the world today..."

Su Gu'er looked over with bright eyes, and Ouyang Rong found that this young girl of the Su family, although she lived in a boudoir for a long time, always liked to say the word "world".

It's a pity that the younger sister of the Su family, although this kind of mind is big, but the other kind of mind is not big enough, which is in stark contrast to a certain junior sister.

Ouyang Rong nodded and said nothing, and didn't elaborate on it. In fact, they were all old-fashioned topics:
He had said it countless times in front of the county government and the elders and folks in the county, but there were very few who could really chew through it like Su Guer in front of him.

Most people still asked him over and over again, whether there will be floods this year, and whether Digong Gate can withstand the flooding of Yunmeng Lake.

Regarding the flood in Butterfly Creek, Ouyang Rong was quite helpless to find that people in Longcheng County still showed awe in their eyes.

The only thing Ouyang Rong could do was to nod his face confidently, and answer in the affirmative over and over again.

Giving them spiritual peace of mind and uniting people's hearts may also be the greatest role of most parents.

"What is your son thinking?"

"nothing."

Su Bao'er looked at Ouyang Rong's calm face, opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again, and swallowed back the words that seemed to be choking.

A young girl with plum blossom makeup organized her words, nodded and praised:

"No matter what, the rain has stopped now, and the rainy season has finally passed. Young Master's hard work has not been in vain. When it comes to midsummer, the water level in the upper reaches will definitely drop.

"The next time the water rises again, it will be May and June next year. By then, the second phase of the Zhayi Canal will be completed long ago, and the Digong Gate will not have to worry about the task of fighting floods during floods. It will have its own Zhayi He helps to release the flood.

"If that's the case, everything will be over. When the time comes, Mr. Ouyang can spare time to compile a water control regulation and submit it to the court. It's impossible to say that he can become famous all over the world by curing the flood in the south of the Yangtze River."

Ye Weilai, who was helping to light the stove and make tea, couldn't help but turned her head with joy when she heard the words, but together with Su Baoer who was looking sideways, she saw someone with a normal reaction.

"Young master, are you unhappy?"

Ouyang Rong smiled at them: "No, I'm very happy."

Really happy.

But it is the kind of joy of being a "big week civil servant" all year round and finally having a long vacation one day.

Instead of outstanding performance, you are about to be appreciated by the nobles and have a bright future.

After several months, the matter of water control has finally come to an end.

Ouyang Rong's voice was weak, and the mosquitoes murmured: "...Go back, come back, will the wild plants not return?"

Su Gu'er's ears were sharp, and when he heard the speech of returning home, he couldn't help but look sideways at the young county magistrate, wanting to speak.

But at this time, there was a sound of boots trampling heavily on the wet leaves in the forest outside the pavilion.

Everyone in the pavilion was startled and turned their heads.

The travel-stained Liu Ashan and the others rushed to the steps of Yating, gasping for breath:

"Mingfu Mingfu! Something is wrong, upstream... upstream..."

Ouyang Rong put down the chess box slowly without turning his head, "Don't stutter, just talk."

Liu Ashan's pale lips trembled and he spoke:

"The rain stopped for one night, but the water level of the stele still rose sharply! It has exceeded the flood danger line you set, and the skyrocketing continued. Di Gongzha also sent someone to report that the water level is abnormal!"

There was silence inside and outside the pavilion.

Not long ago, the unusually beautiful Huoshaoyun in the evening suddenly became the most terrifying thing in everyone's mind.

One after another panicked eyes focused on a certain young county magistrate in the pavilion whose back was as motionless as a mountain.

Boom--!
At this time, there was a faint sound of thunder in the distant sky.

The wind fills the forest, and the pavilion shakes.

From the pitch-black sky, a few drops of water were blown obliquely into the pavilion, and slapped on the back of a white hand that was about to clean up the chessboard.

Impressively, someone stood up first and plunged into the drizzle and slanting wind.

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