The beautiful pastoral field of Jiangmen girl

Chapter 453 The Method of Water Diversion (1)
Guanshi Ding, who was following Qingshu, stepped forward to pick it up and handed it over to Xiaoyu.Xiaoyu then handed it over to Qingshu.

Qing Shu held it in her hand, and slowly unfolded it by a corner.According to its color and the touch of it, she felt that this large scroll was definitely made of leather.As for what kind of leather it was made of, she didn't know.When the scroll was unfolded halfway, she was dumbfounded, because the drawing on it was either a crooked line, or something dotted with unknown marks, like a map, but not like a map.Well, she admits, she has no idea what ancient maps looked like.But even so, she didn't think it was a map.So she chose not to be ashamed to ask, "Second Brother Song, what is this?"

Song Da replied somewhat cautiously, "This is the sheepskin scroll my father used to mark the rivers and lakes."

"Rivers and lakes?" Qing Shu looked at those crooked lines in surprise. Could it be that these lines marked rivers, while the dots of ink marked lakes?This, to be honest, from the perspective of modern people looking at maps, it is really abstract enough. It is estimated that no one can understand the abstraction except myself.Anyway, she couldn't read it, even knowing that it was a distribution map of rivers and lakes.

Mr. Lu's eyes have been withdrawn from afar, and he is looking at Qing Shu with a smile at this moment, "Shu girl, Mr. is still guessing how many days you can endure before asking questions, but I didn't expect that you only endured for one day, and you will catch up so quickly. Came here to ask questions."

"Mister misunderstood, I was just passing by, I have no questions to ask." Qing Shu said so, because she didn't want to pretend to understand, so she put away the scroll and asked Xiaoyu to return it.

Mr. Lu chuckled, "Stubborn girl! Since you happened to come here, sir, let me tell you that Mr. and Mr. Song are considering a big event. There is no certainty whether it will be successful or not. It is not easy to publicize it. If No, you don’t need to know what we’re thinking about. If it’s possible, the master will tell you. Well, we have to look elsewhere, so go back and stare at those four naughty boys, don’t let them be lazy.”

Qingshu made a female salute, "Sir, Mr. Song, please go slowly."

Song Xian nodded and said nothing.

But Mr. Lu said, "Girl, those four mischievous ones are half-grown, they are not Jingui's girls, how can they only dig two tree pits per day, ten tree pits per person per day is about the same. If you are so soft-hearted, it will be difficult for them to become masters."

After hearing this, Qing Shu said dissatisfiedly, "Sir, you are their teacher. Don't just focus on wandering around all day, but forget your job of teaching them homework. Besides, whether they will become masters or not is all up to you." Not a nice gentleman."

"This girl, you can't take a loss at all, even dare to ridicule Mr. Song. Mr. Song, let's go, if we don't leave, maybe this girl will accuse Lu again, haha..." Mr. Lu laughed and talked to Song Xian walked away.

Song Teng and Song Da quickly packed their things and followed behind them.

Qing Shu watched their figures go away, looked up at the position of the sun, turned around, "Let's go! Young masters are almost done with their work."

He Qingshu's guess was correct, when she walked back, Qingyang and the others had really finished the work.Probably tired, they sat in a row next to the tree pit to rest.Qing Shu personally took two feet long dry branches to inspect the tree hole they dug, and then announced, "Congratulations, all of you are qualified, we will go home right away."

It was still early when we returned to the farmyard we rented in Sunjia Village.Xiaojuan and Yuanbao were actually burying a wooden fence as tall as a person along the right wall.The fence they buried is different from other houses. Not only is it as tall as a person, but there are basically no gaps, and the buried fence is very dense.

Qing Shu got out of the carriage and walked forward, "What are you going to do?"

Xiaojuan wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Miss, you don't know, there are some women who don't have long eyes, who are full and have nothing to do, and they just peek into our courtyard all day long. The maid is afraid that Miss will meet with you." Annoyed, I discussed it with Yuan Bao and came up with a solution."

Qing Shu glanced at the adjacent courtyard on the right from the place where the fence was not buried, "You guys are busy!" Then he called Qing Yang and the others to enter the house.

Steward Ding, who came back with Qingshu, asked Xiaojuan and Yuan Bao to retreat, and took over the matter of burying the fence with the other two servants.

Xiaojuan glanced at the sky, "It's time to make dinner." Then she hurried into the kitchen.

When the sun was westward, Mr. Lu, Song Xian and his son came back.

Mr. Lu seemed to be in a good mood, "Girl, come out quickly, sir has a happy event to tell you."

Hearing Mr. Lu's voice, Qing Shu, who was lying down to rest, got up, and sent Qing Yang out to ask Mr. Lu to sit in the temporary study.

Qing Shu fixed the slightly messy bun before going to see Mr. Lu.

Regardless of Qingyang's presence, Mr. Lu actually teased Qingshu, "Girl, you owe more and more favors to boy Yan. Mister thought that boy Yan only asked for a promise from you. You! No matter how difficult it is to find the palm of his hand, haha..."

Qing Shu quit immediately, "Sir, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Qingyang, who was a little depressed, immediately brightened his eyes, "Sir, is brother Yan back?"

Mr. Lu put away his joking mood, "Since I went to the border, how can I come back in March or May!"

The light in Qingyang's eyes receded a bit, and he was not very energetic.

Qing Shu stretched out her hand to touch his forehead, it didn't burn, "Go and rest when you're tired, you don't need to be with my sister."

"Not tired." Qingyang had no intention of going back to lie down.

Mr. Lu straightened his face and asked the siblings to sit down. Then he got down to business, "Knowing that you want to open up wasteland and plant fruit trees, boy Yan has already made up his mind and thought about the irrigation of the wasteland. He can't stay here for a long time. Some things have been entrusted to my husband. Now that things have taken shape, my husband will not hide it. Mr. Song Xiansong, he is not an old friend of your husband, but a capable person invited by Boy Yan to solve your water source problem."

This news surprised Qing Shu.

"Mr. Song's grandfather was an official of the Ministry of Industry and spent his whole life in water control. Mr. Song's uncle was a small official of the Ministry of Industry. He died unfortunately when he was 39 years old when he was controlling the flooded Mei Dai River. Mr. Song's father is now working in the south. He is leading the military and civilians to develop water conservancy and benefit the common people. Mr. Song doesn’t like being an official, but he learned a lot from his grandfather and uncle, so he applied it to dig ditches, repair dams, and divert water to irrigate farmland. This business is his He has been working for more than [-] years, and he is very famous now. Although he has no official position, he is often invited to work by water control officials."

Qingshu was still in a state of shock, Zhou Boyan actually invited a big man back for her mere thousand acres of wasteland.This is too exaggerated.

"Mr. Song has already taken a general look at the surrounding environment. He has already thought of a solution to the problem of irrigation of the wasteland. He still needs to do some research before he can make a concrete plan for digging ditches. In short, you can rest assured When there is a shortage, plant your own trees, and you don’t have to worry about irrigation.”

(End of this chapter)