Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 328

end of july.

Thick clouds pressed down on the city, the wind howled, and the big raindrops hit the face, which was extremely painful.

Casual clothes, bamboo hats, oil cloth clothes, straw sandals.

In the corridor of Fanglin Gate, Fan Zheng, Lei Qi and Lei Jiu did not stop in their footsteps, they walked northward.

In the tunnel, the right leader of the guard who had traveled to Quailgu County was shouting at the throat: "Mr. Huarong Jianguo County, it's windy and rainy, so don't go out!"

Fan Zheng said loudly: "Good intentions! The officials of the director of Jingyuan and the households are dredging the drainage outside. I can't sit in the office with peace of mind, open my eyes and talk nonsense. What are you shouting: In the wind and rain, we are here! Together."

"My officer, you have to be shameless! If you can't get in the rain together, you are not worthy of being the director!"

Watching Fan Zheng rushing into the boundless rainstorm, Dui Zheng sighed.

These days, there are fewer and fewer such fools!
Hey, what would the world be like without such fools?
The strong wind broke a section of the branch, and the broken section almost fell to the ground with Fan Zheng's face, but fortunately, it did not hinder the passage.

Lei Qi was in front and Lei Jiu was behind, protecting Fan Zheng, walking forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The fields that used to be close at hand seemed far away in the sky.

A flash of fire pierced the sky and illuminated the road, letting Fan Zheng know that he was only a few feet away from Tang Yidian.

After the bright light, there is a brief blindness.

After four breaths, the violent thunder almost burst the eardrums.

The wind is getting stronger, but the rain is gradually thinning out.

Fan Zheng leaned over and picked up the small stones in the small ditch.

Fan Zheng didn't have the ability to lift the big rock, and it wasn't for show, as long as he did his best.

Tang Yidian dug up a stone with a shovel, his voice hoarse, and he roared angrily: "You! Such a big man, lifting such a small stone, what's your face? Hmm, Shangguan?"

Right now, Tang Yidian was extremely terrified.

It wasn't that he panicked because he yelled at Fan Zheng. Although the rain was a little lighter, it was still difficult to speak, so he could only rely on yelling.

Tang Yidian was terrified that if the rushing water in the ditch knocked Shangguan down, he would not be able to atone for his sin with a hundred deaths!
Shangguan has the kindness to promote himself, not to mention, if something happens to Shangguan, who will not be afraid of himself, a person who restrains him in the future?
Fan Zheng struggled to get a stone up, wiped his wet face, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "What are you looking at? Don't do anything!"

Tang Yidian wiped his face, took advantage of the wind and rain, and yelled loudly: "Director Jingyuan, work hard! The director is by our side!"

Although Fan Zheng, the director, does not do as many jobs as middle-aged men, but he is doing it for real, without putting on a show, lifting as much rock as he wants.

No matter in which era, "follow me" is always more appealing than "follow me".

I don't know who shouted the chant, the cooperation in the fields and ditches became more and more tacit, and some words that could make the little lady blush also slipped out.

"Bai Shengsheng's legs, pink and tender mouth..."

The chant was invented by the common people in the process of cooperation. The words they yell are relatively vulgar. They are either delicious food or beautiful women, and they yearn for it because they can't get it.

The reason why Jiannan Taoists are nicknamed zi by later generations is related to the topography of the Bashan Shushui. It is necessary to cooperate when sailing boats and climbing up the mountain with sticks, so that chants can last forever.

Yangchun Baixue is always only suitable for scholar-bureaucrats, and Xialiba talents are the eternal gods of the people—although it is a bit vulgar.

It is a pity that there are always people who think that the whole world is full of sunshine and snow, and want to kill all the lower Liba people with a knife, thinking that the lower Liba people have polluted the world—even these people were originally from the lower Liba people.

Thanks to Guo Jing's reminder and Fan Zheng's decisive decision, the director of Jingyuan has done a good job in preventing waterlogging, and there is not too much water.

Of course, it is inevitable that strong winds will break branches and heavy rain will cause stones to roll into ditches.

Not to mention that Fan Zheng didn't rely on his duties to introduce cement, even if there was cement to narrow the side ditch, it was unavoidable.

Fortunately, Jingyuan director's land, because the winter wheat was harvested in May, the harvest has been handed over to the Taicang Department, and there is no loss at all.

This is called a mistake.

Regardless of whether it is an official or a foreigner, under Fan Zheng's leadership, the efficiency has gradually improved, and the rushing rainwater has gradually flowed into the Longshou East Canal.

The rain was like silk, gradually getting smaller.

Perhaps a little bit out of strength, Fan Zheng's foot slipped suddenly, almost fell into the ditch, but fortunately Lei Jiu had quick eyes and quick hands, and pulled him back.

Tang Yidian was horrified: "Shangguan has stumbled! Pull him up quickly!"

Fan Zheng yelled: "Nonsense! Yeah, yeah, I didn't stumble, I just got wet!"

Tang Yidian's eyes were dazed, he didn't know why Shangguan was swearing, and the recorder Tong Feiyan laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

The oilcloth garment has some effect, but it is limited. At most, it is raining heavily outside and lightly raining inside, and even Fan Zheng's nose coat is wet.

The rain finally stopped, and the chief secretary Guo Jing brought dozens of handymen to push the hot ginger soup to the field, and Fan Zheng drank a bowl with grinning teeth.

Not being hypocritical, Fan Zheng hated ginger soup since he was a child, and always found the taste too hard to swallow.

Not to mention that the children of the poor are already in charge of the family. Fan Zheng's family background, even if he was not rich and powerful since he was a child, is at least much better than when Lu Jia gave birth to them.

Fan Laoshi could eat raw garlic one bite at a time, and he would slurp his mouth after eating, but Fan Zheng didn't want to eat cooked garlic—he just added the raw garlic in the water, and he ate it with relish.

People, there are many problems.

The sun after the rain was so fierce that the wet sackcloth dried in less than a quarter of an hour, and even the calf-nosed coat was not damp.

Knowing that the noise was in my ears, the muddy road gradually dried up.

Fan Zheng leaned against a stone slab, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, listening to the flattery of the chief executive of Jingyuan, he enjoyed it quite a bit.

"This director of Jingyuan is acting like a fool. The law of the ancestors cannot be changed. How can he change millet into wheat without authorization?"

Fan Zheng's eyes widened as the strange remarks caught his ears, and he saw a few old men gesticulating there, looking arrogant and pointing the country.

"Who is this bastard, talking nonsense here, not afraid of being beaten?"

Fan Zheng snorted.

The director of Jingyuan has worked hard for a year, and in exchange for increased food production, the court and officials are full of praise, but someone pretends to be a wolf with a big tail and wantonly belittles it?
"This is an offering from the imperial court. His surname is Zhuang and his name is Jia. Suxi made shocking words, and he claimed that his words were not shocking and he would never stop dying."

Tang Yidian pouted.

The imperial court didn't know what it was thinking, so it just allowed these nonsense nonsense, and even often made statements that were contrary to human relations.

Could it be that the Emperor Zhenguan wanted to play a big game of chess?
"Shoot it out! Put up an eye-catching sign on the ground: Zhuang Jia and the dog, no entry!"

With Fan Zheng's words, Tang Yidian regained his energy in an instant, raised his arms and shouted: "Director Jingyuan belongs, beat these bastards out!"

"It's an insult to the gentleman! It's an insult to the gentleman!" Zhuang Jia and the others hugged their heads and fled in embarrassment, not knowing how many times they were beaten.

Tang Yidian is still too kind, for Zhuang Jia, he should make a shit out of it.

(End of this chapter)