Emperor Kangxi: Yuyu Chengxiang

Chapter 15 White-clothed scholars talk about river governance, frivolity, filial piety and incorruptibility (1)
Both Jin Fu and Feng Zhiren were taken aback. When they looked back, in the shadow of the lights and candles, there was a black and thin man in a soap robe standing with a smile on his face. There was nothing surprising about him except for his eyes. place.Chen Tianyi, who has been famous for a long time, is so ugly, how can anyone trust him?Feng Zhiren blinked his eyes treacherously, and said with a smile: "Oh... Your honor is Mr. Xinyi's younger brother, and I have admired him for a long time! It has been three years since my cousin Ming Cuigong was promoted from Gaoyao County. Where does he work now?"

Chen Huang couldn't help being startled when he heard this, and then he laughed heartily and said: "Sir, you are checking my resume! Chen Xinyi is from Shaoxing, and he is far away from the Qiantang Chen family. My brother Chen Boren is the one who keeps his name. As for you I don’t know who he is talking about, Mr. Ming Cui!” Jin Fu blushed in embarrassment when he saw Feng Zhiren, and hurriedly covered it up: “Brother Zhi made a mistake. Mr. Tianyi, to be honest, I am Jin Fu. Going to Beijing to receive training, and will be appointed as the supervisor of the river. I just want to ask Mr. about the art of river control - such a fate is really lucky for three lives, please move to the posthouse to talk about it?" Chen Huang smiled at Feng Zhiren indifferently After that, the three of them went back to Linmingguan Station.

It has been three days since Chen Huang returned to Huangliangmeng from Henan, but he dared not go to Congzhong because he knew that Axiu lived in Han's house.Go in and meet, how to deal with this impolite princess?He deeply regretted that he was in a hurry before leaving and left the manuscript of "Hefang Shuyao" in Han's house.If you don't take it back, it will embody my hard work of more than ten years, and I won't let it go.After hesitating again and again, Chen Huang stayed in the inn temporarily, trying to slowly try to get out the manuscript.I happened to meet Jin Fu tonight because I came for a walk to relax.

A cup of clear tea and a plate of dim sum.In the main hall of Linmingguan post station, Jin Fu and Chen Huang were sitting a few times apart, with Feng Zhiren accompanying them.Jin Fu didn't exchange pleasantries, and asked as soon as he opened his mouth: "Today, Zi Shengming regards river governance as the top priority of government affairs. Sir, he has learned from the past and the present, so I don't know how to teach me?"

Chen Huang was very excited, sipping his tea, looking radiant as he looked up: "Lord Zhongcheng, since I'm here to ask you, how dare Chen Huang tell you frankly? The Yellow River must not be attacked. This is a cliché, but it is also a well-known saying. The Yellow River has been known as the River of Worry since ancient times. It flows from Guide, Qinghai, through the Loess Plateau of Gansu, Shaanxi, and flows down the torrent. Sand ranks sixth in a bucket. After entering Kaifeng, the terrain is flat , the water flow is slow, and the sand is silted up on the river. Eastern Henan, northern Anhui, southern Shandong, and northern Jiangsu have become the places where it rages. Since the Xining period of the Song Dynasty, the river has moved southward, and the Yellow River and Huai River have converged and merged in the Qingjiang River, all flowing into the canal , causing sediment deposition in the canals, collapse of embankments, and blockage of water transport grain roads. The reason for such evil results, although there are natural reasons, is actually due to the incompetence of river management officials and lack of water skills.”

"Huh?" Jin Fu nodded while listening, and said with a smile, "I would like to hear more about it."

"I heard that Zhongcheng wanted to move the River Governor's Mansion from Jining to Qingjiang, and I foolishly thought that my lord's knowledge is higher than that of Jackie Chan." Chen Huang coughed lightly, and said, "Although Yu Chenglong has the ambition to control the river, he has no ambition to control the river. Art. Since the first year of Kangxi to the present, the Yellow River has breached every year, with 37 breaches in Huai River and Gaoliangjian, and seven breaches in Gaojiayan. After entering Hongze Lake, it no longer returns to the sea, and flows across Suqian, Shuyang, Haizhou, Andong and Xiahe seven states. The canals are tightly blocked. Yu Gong used Dayu's thousand-year-old method of water control to clear sand and discharge silt , It cost tens of millions of manpower, but when the flood season comes, it will disappear. It shows that he is not academically proficient, he is not careful about things, and he cannot see the root of the disease."

Chen Huang said that it was indeed the root of the disease, and Jin Fu couldn't help but feel a sense of acquaintance. Even Feng Zhiren, an old river management official, felt refreshed after hearing Chen Huang's analysis.But Jin Fu's dilemma is also here, and he sighed: "Yu Gong also has his difficulties. If you treat it slowly from the root, it will be difficult to conform to the holy will. Even if Zhili is fine, it has to transport 400 million shi every year. Food, let alone—” He suddenly remembered that Kangxi was in Baiyangdian, and Weishan Lake’s naval training was still a top secret, so he stopped, and only said, “It’s impossible if the water transportation is blocked!” "Chen Huang said coldly, "Grand Yu just blindly opened the river. Can the silt in the Yellow River be cleared manually? After clearing and silting, and silting and clearing, it can't be cured even after 1 years! The emperor took him away. The governor of the river is really a god."

Seeing Chen Yan's fierce words, Feng Zhiren glanced at Jin Fu uneasily, leaned over and asked, "What do you think?"

"Four words," Chen Huang said with a wave of his hand, "Shudi rushes to the sand!"

Shudi flushing sand!Jin Fu's eyes jumped sharply, he stood up, rubbed the ends of his braids with his hands behind his back, took two steps, and turned around suddenly: "Please speak, well said!" Said, "This is not my own creation. Pan Jixun of the former Ming Dynasty has written about it. The embankment is strengthened and heightened, and the river channel is clamped. The water potential will increase and the flow speed will speed up. Not only will the new sand not sink, but the old sand will also be swept into the sea. The river bed must be getting deeper and deeper, and the river channel must be getting lower and lower, so that there will be no danger of breaking the embankment..." I couldn't help clapping my hands and laughing. King Yu, isn’t that just looking for fish from a tree?”

"Brother Tianyi," Feng Zhiren leaned forward and said, his heart fluttered when he heard this, "Your high-sounding remarks really have the effect of enlightening the mind. But the troubles in Mr. Jin's job are hard to describe..."

"Why not..." Jin Fu patted his forehead, and said to himself sentimentally, "The river is in serious trouble. The yellow water flows backwards, the Yellow River and the Huaihe River flow eastward, and Huaiyang has become a state of Ze..." He said dejectedly Sit down and stop talking.Feng Zhiren smiled wryly and said: "The affairs of the two rivers are really difficult to deal with. The governors of the river have been changed one after another. No matter whether the officials are honest or corrupt, they are capsized here. Those who hear it feel cold, and those who see it are terrified!"

Chen Huang smiled slightly when he heard this, sat back on the chair, crossed his legs, took a sip of tea, pressed his cup and said, "It was just a small talk when we met by chance. A certain Chen was insignificant, talking nonsense and talking on paper. Jin Zhongcheng Quanzuo didn't hear anything. " After saying that, he got up and left, "It's late at night, Chen Huang is leaving!"

"Mr. Tianyi!" Jin Fu shouted hastily, "Please stop!" Chen Huang turned around, and under the shadow of the lamp, the three of them looked at each other, their expressions kept changing, and no one spoke for a while.When the time shifted, Jin Fufang said: "The Sacred Heart has decided on the management of rivers and canals. We talked about these difficulties before we talked about them. I said frankly: I am afraid that mistakes in water management will cause disease to the country and harm the people. I will fail the emperor's entrustment." Heavy!"

"Are you afraid that you will miss Zhongcheng's fame, fortune, family and life?" Chen Huang smiled and changed his face and said, "The river affairs are difficult, the tasks are heavy, and the accumulation is hard to return. Is there any reason not to be afraid? But the situation of Zhongcheng's river governance in Anhui , Chen Huang knows that if he can do things with such sincerity, there is nothing impossible to do in the world——I am talking with you openly tonight, just for the sake of long live my eyesight, and I have chosen you! When there is a loss of governance, someone must rise up to take it. The public can take on this huge responsibility, so why look forward and backward, and be afraid and hesitant?"

Tears flickered in Jin Fu's eyes, he rushed over in two steps, grabbed Chen Huang's shoulder and asked, "Mr. Chen, this is really a heartfelt word! I have read your book, and I want to meet him after reading it, and now people can see it too... ...Will you help me?" Chen Huang felt a fever in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Huang is a humble man who has the ambition to make meritorious service, but has no way to get in. A man who dies for his confidant, Huang is willing to travel to the bank of the river with his father all his life!" Feng Zhiren, who was next to him, heard Chen Huang say that "if you want to make contributions, you have no way to get in." Thinking of his family's poor reputation for half his life, he couldn't help crying.

At the moment, three like-minded people with different identities had a small talk over a drink, and you and I discussed in detail what should be played when meeting Kangxi.Unknowingly, it has become even worse.Chen Huangfang wanted to go back to rest, when the gatekeeper of the post station came in, took a package, and said with a smile: "Master Chen, just now the Congzhong Han family sent someone to deliver this, saying it belongs to you..."

"What about others?" Chen Huang asked in surprise.

"Leave things behind and go," the gatekeeper said with a smile, "He said to ask Mr. Chen to open the package and take a look to understand."

Chen Huang opened the package suspiciously. On the top was his own manuscript, and on the bottom was a folded piece of Xue Tao's poem. When he unfolded it, there was no writing. Forget-me-not flowers.That night, Chen Huang was in such a mess after thinking about it, that he never joined him.

Erudite Confucianism and Confucianism were held at the same time, causing a sensation in Beijing.This erudition school was opened once in Tang Kaiyuan in 19 years, and it was opened again after Song Gaozong went to the south. It has been more than 17 years since then. "Renamed "Hongru".Those who take the exam, whether they pass the exam or not, have the status of "Hongru". Such a status is very honorable.Since the summer and autumn of the [-]th year of Kangxi, there has been an endless stream of Xiaolians taking the bus test, gathering in Beijing, all kinds of sedan horses, vehicles and boats have filled the streets, temples, restaurants, and teahouses in Beijing and outside Beijing have become literati boarding houses The place of meeting friends.The most prominent ones are the erudite scholars and scholars recommended by various places to take the exam.These people came by water, and they took the high-rise ships of the officials of the frontier; Inserted the apricot-yellow tiger head cards of "taking the exam by order" and "avoiding quietly"-they didn't stay in the store when they came to Beijing, and lived separately in the homes of high-ranking officials and nobles.

Compared with these masters and scholars, the Juren who participated in the Beiwei are much more shabby.

(End of this chapter)