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Chapter 190 Steaming Yunmengze

Next to the blind pavilion.

In the drizzle.

It is obviously a scene where acquaintances meet and exchange greetings for peace of mind.

But the words of a certain white-haired maid came out as soon as she asked.

There was a tacit silence on the field.

Yan Liulang noticed that all the eyes in front of him were directed at him.

Miss Wei Lai, the little sister of the Su family whose boudoir name is unknown, the little maid with a bun face...

In addition, there was another gaze from behind that Wei Lai girl.

She is a pretty and lovely girl.

Yan Liulang was quite impressed when he sent the servants of Meiluzhai yesterday.

It seems to be the cook of Meiluyuan. Hearing Miss Weilai mention it, Mingfu seems to like to eat her dishes.

This handsome cook has been quietly following Miss Wei Lai.

At this moment, Yan Liulang looked twice more at the glare cast by those stream-like eyes.

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

Yan Liulang hesitated for a moment, and said ambiguously:
"Mingfu, Mingfu is dealing with urgent business. He asked me to take you up the mountain and rest in Donglin Temple for two days. Don't go back to Meilu Garden. The mountain is dangerous now."

"What business is Tan Lang doing? The mountain is dangerous. Is Tan Lang on the mountain? Why doesn't Yan Butou follow Tan Lang?"

Ye Weilai raised her small face, her cheeks were full of rain.

The fingers under the sleeves were clenched together.

The night before yesterday, after Liu Ashan came to Meilin to report the abnormal water level, Tan Lang rushed out of the house regardless of his own safety, and has not returned for two days.

Ye Weilai and Xiu Niang thought he was in Dagu Mountain, but the two girls searched up and down for a whole day, but there was still no sign of him.

Right now, there are disorderly refugees everywhere on the mountain, the sky is gray, the rain is wet and continuous, and a haze naturally floods into my heart.

"Yes... Brother Ah Shan is here, Miss Wei Lai doesn't need to worry."

Yan Liulang comforted, and changed the subject:

"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, they are familiar with it... By the way, if there is something missing, I will go and tell the county magistrate..."

"Is Ouyang Lianghan in Di Gongzha now?"

Su Xiaomei, who was covered in purple gauze, suddenly spoke, interrupting the blue-clothed policeman's words.

Yan Liulang: "..."

The atmosphere on the field suddenly froze.

Everyone's eyes changed, Yan Liulang lowered his head silently, and subconsciously clenched the handle of the knife.

In order to appease the people, they can use white lies, but how to hide it when dealing with the family members of the Ming Dynasty.

Su Dalang, who had been listening all the time, frowned and said:

"What did Brother Lianghan go to the Digong Gate? Didn't the people from the county government say that everyone went up the mountain to avoid risks? The rain is still light, so the Digong Gate is not a big problem, could it be..."

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

Su Gu'er's chin under the purple gauze was sharp, and the voice came out, telling the truth:
"The situation is critical, but the rain in the lower reaches is nothing, and it doesn't affect the water level. The Yangtze River is right behind, and the water leaks out quickly.

"But the torrential rain in Yunmengze, hundreds of miles upstream, is the real highlight. Butterfly Creek is so narrow and twists and turns. How to release the flood is the problem.

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

Su Dalang couldn't help opening his mouth: "Sister, brother Lianghan..."

Su Gu'er didn't go to see brother, but glanced sideways at the beacon tower next to Yan Liulang, nodded to the latter immediately, and said crisply:
"There is nothing wrong with the arrangement of your Ming Mansion, and the arrangement is very reasonable.

"Yunmeng Lake is flooded, either blocked or dredged.

"The Digong gate is the way of blocking, and the folded wing canal is the way of dredging.

"Blocking is naturally better than dredging, but the second phase of the Zheyi Canal is only half repaired, and it is easy to give up halfway if it is forced to open, and its flood discharge effect needs to be discussed before it is completed.

"Right now, we can only place our hopes on Di Gongzha, and of course Ouyang Lianghan will go there to support.

"It's just that it's better to be blocked than to be sparse. Even if the Digong Gate is newly built, it has the maximum limit. How high it can block the water level of Yunmeng Lake, and how long the last heavy rain of the rainy season will last, everything is unknown.

"Captain Yan, there is no need to feel guilty. Since he asked you to stay, you and the county magistrate should do what you should do in the rear. It will be the greatest help if you don't make trouble."

Su Gu'er's calm analysis made the atmosphere on the field less rigid.

The young girl of the Su family nodded slightly in the direction of Di Gongzha upstream in the distance, then turned around and left with the little maid with a bun face.

Before walking out of the blindfolding pavilion, with her back turned to everyone, Su Gu'er sighed softly:

"Having Ouyang Lianghan is indeed a blessing to the people of Dragon City."

"Miss, wait for servant girl." Caishou trotted forward to hold an umbrella.

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

Su Dalang hesitated for a moment, stayed where he was, and went up to Yan Liulang to discuss the Su Mansion's donation to the refuge camp.

Ye Weilai and Xiu Niang left the Zhemu Pavilion together with Su Gu'er and Caishou.

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

Like the maids in Meilu Garden, the Su family also settled in Donglin Temple on the mountain, and the benefits of donating a lot of incense money in the past are a little bit reflected.

Su Gu'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 on her lips.

Although Su Gu'er is not very good at comforting people, you can tell from Ye Weilai's forced smile and the distraught walk.

Most of the white-haired maid's petite and slender body was exposed outside the umbrella, and the shoulders of the wide and close-fitting light pink skirt were wet, and a few strands of silver-white wetness stuck to her pale cheeks that still had a little baby fat, adding a touch of beauty, Losing the backbone of life is like being at a loss.

Together under one umbrella.

Su Gu'er looked sideways at this rare and rare foreign white-haired girl.

Ouyang Lianghan likes this?

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

Ye Weilai's small face was stunned, and she took half a step back warily.

Su Gu'er's pretty face under the veil smiled.

In the end, Xiu Niang didn't pay attention to the small movements in front of her. She frequently turned her head to look at Di Gongzha, and at a certain moment, she reached out and grabbed Ye Weilai's sleeve...

On the mountain road, Su Guer's little face under the veil who was walking in the front was a little distracted.

Thoughts a lot.

This unexpected and reasonable flood crisis has delayed the arrangements for her birthday gift that the Su Mansion had originally prepared for her, and it is unknown when the crisis will be resolved.

Su Gu'er frowned slightly, and couldn't help turning her head to look in the direction of Di Gongzha.

But then, she was taken aback.

"Hey, where's Miss Wei Lai? And that cook, where did she go? The one who was following behind just now..."

Caishou, who was holding an umbrella, looked around curiously and muttered.

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

……

Yunmengze not only has water.

And fog.

The torrential rain in just five days not only caused the water level of Yunmeng Lake to rise, but also caused the water vapor to rise from the Yunmeng Lake in the nine hundred miles, making the mist so vast that it is endless at a glance.

If the ears could block the sound of the rain scouring the surrounding world, then the scene in front of Ouyang Rong is indeed a magnificent fairyland described by a well-known literati in the literary world of the Great Zhou Dynasty, "The air vaporizes the clouds and dreams, and the waves shake Yueyang City".

It's a pity that the one who is deeply "shocked" by this scene of Yunmeng's beauty is the Digongzha dam that has all the hopes of the [-] households in Longcheng County.

The literati in Luoyang, Chang'an, are only fascinated by the endless smoke and waves of the Nine Hundred Miles of Yunmeng Lake, and talk about the goddess-like nuns in Yunmeng who are often recorded in the novels of ghosts and ghosts.

It's a pity that these beautiful wishes similar to "poetry and distance" spread in Dazhou city teahouses have become a nightmare for several counties in neighboring Jiangzhou.

This goddess can only be seen from a distance, not to be played with.

Especially in Longcheng County, which is passed by the Butterfly Creek and sandwiched between the drain of the north gate of Yunmengze and the rushing Yangtze River.

Bear the brunt.

The upstream Yunmeng Lake is just like the eccentric Yunmeng nuns in Daze, elusive.

And there is such a regular high tide every year, it's really like a woman's monthly red dragon, with a grumpy temper.

Let other people fall into bad luck.

You are poetry and the distance, and we are the mess in front of you...

On the hillside of Longbei Mountain, Ouyang Rong buried his head in hard work, silent, he didn't even have the energy to scold his mother in his heart.

He was wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was standing on the slope of the bamboo forest.

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

He wiped the muddy water on his face vigorously with his palm, and continued to wield the hatchet, chopping bamboo together with Liu Ashan and other young and brave people around him.

Ouyang Rong felt that wearing the bamboo hat was useless.

It seemed to be raining in all directions.

The strong wind blowing from Yunmengze was very moody.

The rain not only fell from top to bottom, but also from left to right, and even water droplets hit the ground, mixed with mud and bounced back, as if the raindrops fell from bottom to top.

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

If he hadn't repeatedly confirmed to his junior sister that there were no heavenly gods in the sky, otherwise Ouyang Rong would have almost suspected that the water from the Tianhe River had leaked from the sky.

It's endless.

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

Liu Ashan and other men have already started chopping bamboo in the rain with their bare arms and bare arms.

There was another gust of rain and wind, and the bamboo forest on Longbei Mountain next to the Digong gate was rattling.

Ouyang Rong swayed and fell, and the slippery hatchet almost hit his calf bone.

Holding the bamboo pole, he got up from the mud, wiped his muddy face, and was about to continue.

"Master, have a drink!"

Liu Ashan licked his muddy lips, and handed over the only bag of water left.

Ouyang Rong took the sheepskin water bag, opened it, took a fake sip, only touched his lips, then threw it back to the dull man, and hoarsely ordered:
"Give it to the brethren."

After finishing speaking, Liu Ashan asked doubtfully without shaking the water bag. Ouyang Rong inserted the hatchet into the ground, turned around and walked to the hillside not far behind.

He bent down, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath.

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

The rainwater from the shower gathered into a stream, dripping from Ouyang Rong's temples and chin to the muddy ground under his feet.

Ouyang Rong has been working continuously for at least one day and one night without closing his eyes.

Except that when I took the boat up to the Digong Gate that night, I squinted a little in the cabin.

Everything around was raining heavily, and he didn't even know what time it was, he was so busy in the dark.

Ouyang Rong turned his head, opened his mouth and shouted at the men, his hoarse voice barely covered the sound of the rain:

"It's almost finished, let's send a batch of bamboo poles back to the gate for repairs!"

Ouyang Rong picked up the bamboo hat that was rocking like a boat in the mud puddle at his feet, covered it with the top of his head, turned around and took Liu Ashan and other men with bamboo poles full of arms, and returned to the Digong Gate not far below the mountain.

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

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

But it's not cutting bamboo like they did on Longbei Mountain.

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

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

The night before, when Ouyang Rong arrived at the Digong gate, he found that the officials who stayed at the gate were doing nothing.

Or, simply don't know how to do it.

He even went to the doctor in a hurry.

Among them, some actually believed the superstitious words of the old craftsman of Guyue Sword Shop who stayed behind at the sluice gate, and somehow brought a group of temple priests from the Dragon King Temple.

A group of chaotic people crowded on the high platform next to the Digong gate, facing the turbulent Yunmengze, held sacrificial ceremonies, fed pigs, sheep and other animals, trying to calm the anger of the so-called underwater dragon king.

Ouyang Rong, who was so angry that he was dressed in official uniform, rushed forward on the spot, kicked the temple priests who pretended to be gods and ghosts to the ground one by one, howling, and made them cut them off. Soil transportation brought a wave of reform through labor.

Ouyang Rong laughed angrily at that time.

But soon calmed down his anger, and his head hurt slightly.

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

When disaster loomed, it was good enough for these people to resist abandoning the gate and run away, although they were still superstitious about ghosts and ghosts.

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

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

Taking advantage of the fact that the Digong gate can still barely hold on, he began to prepare important rescue materials.

Arrangements were made quickly.

He first ordered the militia team led by Liu Ashan to divide into two groups.

A group followed Ouyang Rong, collecting bamboo poles at Longbei Mountain.

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

The craftsmen from Guyue Sword Shop stayed at the sluice gate to observe and maintain it.

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

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

As for the current militia team that is the main force for rescue, it was actually established by Liu Ashan under the guidance of Ouyang Rong when the twenty relief camps in the outskirts of the city were established. It is similar to the militia, but with a different name to avoid contact. Touch certain decapitation laws of the Great Zhou.

At that time, these militia teams were responsible for the order of work-for-relief, and they also played a role in the subsequent struggle with the grain merchants, the Liu family and other forces. Together with the arresting squad led by Yan Liulang, they could be regarded as Ouyang Rong's right-hand man.

However, the reconstruction after the disaster was almost the same, and the problems of grain merchants and Liu Ziwen were solved one after another. Many victims also left the disaster relief camp and returned to the countryside to rebuild. The elite and young are still there.

Bring them all now.

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

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

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.

After about a stick of incense, Ouyang Rong and the Minyong team rushed back to the Digong gate one after another with the bamboo poles collected from chopping.

However, the scene that caught his eye stunned Ouyang Rong's tired face.

"Why are these villagers and folks all on the gate, and they are gathering more and more. Didn't they let you send them to the Dagu Mountain downstream?"

Ouyang Rong said with a headache.

The senior officials who stayed around looked at each other, lowered their heads, and remained silent.

　Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows.Good brothers who like Xiaorong's style can go to Kangkang if they are interested~
　　


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