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Chapter 25
Where did Brother Lianghan go?

Xie Lingjiang hadn't seen Ouyang Rong for several days.

After she settled down in Su's house, she went to the county government to look for Ouyang Rong several times in the past few days, but she didn't see anyone, and she didn't see him come to her.

The last time we met was three days ago, Zhen Shi sent someone to invite her to Meiluyuan for lunch, halfway through the meal, Xie Lingjiang was still dealing with Zhen Shi's accusations, when he saw the young county magistrate hastily put down the bowl and left the table, he thought he was going I was anxious, but I never saw anyone come back in the second half.

On a sunny afternoon, Xie Lingjiang practiced long-range shooting in the back garden for a while after having dinner with the Shibo family in the Su residence. She guessed that the county government's lunch break would soon be over, so she declined the invitation from Aunt Su's family for afternoon tea. , rushed to the county government one step ahead of schedule.

But Xie Lingjiang waited for a long time, and all the people in the yamen were on duty, and Ouyang Rong was nowhere to be seen. He asked a yamen servant, but he didn't know.

What about people?

She rushed to Meilu Garden and found Mrs. Zhen.

"Auntie, do you know where brother Lianghan has gone?"

"Tan Lang is not in the county government office?"

"No, I haven't seen anyone else for several days."

"So you miss him?"

"..." Xie Lingjiang said with a straight face: "No. I'm his staff member, why don't you call me if you have something to do?"

"It's okay, wait for him to come back at night, and my aunt will teach him for you."

Mrs. Zhen smiled, but she also knew that the seriousness of this noble daughter of Mrs. Xie could not be teased too much. Mrs. Luo Qun thought for a while, and said:
"In the past few days, I have seen Tan Lang in a hurry, walking with wind, returning late every day, and I don't know why he came back dirty, and once he brought a whole body of yellow mud...Yesterday morning Yan Liu Lang came to pick him up, I heard they were talking about camps in the outskirts of the city, so you can look for them in the outskirts of the city."

"Thank you auntie."

Without saying a word, Xie Lingjiang turned around and left Luming Street, asked the way, and then rushed to the outskirts of the city, but the scene along the way surprised her a little:

I still remember some time ago, when she and Ouyang Rong went down the mountain to send her father to the ferry, no matter in the busy streets of Longcheng County or the official roads outside the city, there were a large number of refugees with their families everywhere.

But Xie Lingjiang walked all the way today, not to mention that all the refugees on the street disappeared, but there were not many left, and most of them were women and children, old and weak, and some children running around. The dazed and ashen look of being staggered around hungry on the ground a few days ago was hardly seen on his face.

In addition, perhaps there are fewer young and middle-aged people among them, and the law and order along the way has improved a lot.

And some of the young and middle-aged refugees she occasionally encountered were also moving bricks and tiles, or carrying loads to fetch water, passing by her in a hurry, or busy on the ruins of some damaged houses by the roadside.

Xie Lingjiang looked surprised, but waited for her to come to the outskirts of the city.

She finally knew where most of the refugees had gone.

Xie Ling and Jiang Fujian stood on a small hill where the Earth Temple stood, looking into the distance.

In the outskirts between Longcheng County and Dagu Mountain where Donglin Temple is located, there is a large field after receding water. The golden sunshine is like a spoonful of hot oil pouring on the crispy yellow pancakes.

And the large groups of refugees who gathered or scattered in twos and threes to work hard, and the newly erected greenhouses and thatched huts are like hot oil on a freshly fried pancake. The lady's eyes are beating actively, a kind of vitality that is completely different from "the overgrown vegetation and spring mountains can be expected", is bravely bursting out on the land in front of her.

Xie Lingjiang felt that this was not like the sad spring day now, but like the industrious golden autumn she had seen when she was a child when her father took her to the family manor in autumn.

This kind of vitality that changes the seasons of mountains, rivers and fields made her silently jump off the hills and approach them spontaneously.

Xie Lingjiang entered the disaster relief camp that was being built in full swing. She saw women and children delivering water and picking up fruits, men driving pilings and building sheds, and cooks boiling water. , and don't forget to inquire about Ouyang Rong.

"Miss asked the county magistrate? I met him and Captain Yan eating on the field ridge at noon. They seemed to go to the newly built Frostfall camp in the afternoon. The Frostfall camp just started to be built yesterday. The county magistrate chose the latrines of each disaster relief camp. The site is very strict, and it is not allowed to go to the toilet indiscriminately, and each battalion must personally supervise the construction.”

"Frost's Fall Camp?" Xie Lingjiang was curious.

"Shuangjiang camp goes to the south. The disaster relief camp under your feet is called Gu Yu, and the one next to it is called Lixia camp. These are the names given by the county magistrate. He said that 24 disaster relief camps will be built on the outskirts of the city. They are named exactly one for each solar term. Or the county magistrate is educated..."

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but bid farewell to this little official in green clothes, and continued to look for someone in the south...

Xie Lingjiang found Ouyang Rong in the evening.

When she first rushed to the southernmost Frostfall Camp, which had just begun to be repaired, the "carrot county magistrate" that the refugees talked about was not here.

According to the little official who stayed behind in this camp, not long before she came, there was news that a working man was injured in the Qingming camp in the north, so the county magistrate hurried to find the doctor.

So the two brothers and sisters missed it perfectly.

So in the afternoon, he circled around again, and it was almost sunset when Xie Lingjiang found someone resting on a field ridge full of yellow mud not long after the water receded.

The latter didn't seem too surprised to see her, and wiped his hands on the hem of his clothes that had already been stained with dirty gray and yellow mud, smiled, and took the clean water bag she silently handed over.

"you……"

Originally, Xie Lingjiang was still complaining a little bit, this guy was running around and asked her to look for it all afternoon, but when she saw him looking up like a thirsty man pouring water directly into his stomach, he changed his words again, Ask softly:
"Why do they call you 'carrot county magistrate'?"

Hearing this, Ouyang Rong suddenly felt a little emotional: "At first I thought the pickled radishes from Donglin Temple were delicious enough, but I didn't expect the pickled radishes brought by the aunts and aunts to be even more delicious. I couldn't help but eat more these few meals. Brother Jiang, it seems that the masters are all among the people."

One of the attendants who were resting tiredly lying on the field ridge beside him couldn't help but interject:

"Mingfu takes us to drink porridge with the victims every meal in the outskirts of the city these days. Master Yan couldn't stand it, so he went to find some pickled radishes. The Mingfu eats them for every meal. The county magistrate is respectfully called by the people and is also in the city. Word spread outside the city."

Xie Lingjiang was a little dumbfounded, why did he feel that he was taking this pickled radish as a reward?

She directly said to Ouyang Rong: "Then I have to try dinner tonight."

Ouyang Rong nodded helplessly. Seeing the sun setting to the west, he had been busy all day and carefully instructed the officials behind him about the disaster relief camp, and everyone left under orders.

On the ridge of the field where the setting sun was slanting, there were only two brothers and sisters who were born in Bailudong Academy, and their two slanting shadows.

Xie Lingjiang didn't care about the dirt, and sat down beside Ouyang Rong.

With her sword across her knees, her starry eyes stared straight at the red sun hiding behind Dagu Mountain. From this angle, the ancient temple on the mountain belonging to the Southern Lotus Sect was pitch-black, only outlined by the golden light.

"Are you busy with these these days? Are you organizing them? Is this what you said... Relief with work?" The noble daughter of the Xie family asked.

"1 people." The young county magistrate suddenly said without answering.

"What?" she wondered.

"In April of the first year of the Holy Calendar of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yunmeng Lake was flooded and Longcheng was flooded. As of noon today, 1 people were affected, accounting for nearly two-fifths of the county's population.

"Among them orphans, old people, sick, weak and other people who cannot support themselves, there are four thousand three hundred and seventy three.

"About 100 people are missing. Among them, those who fled to other counties are unknown; they are dead, unknown."

Xie Lingjiang was silent, and turned to watch him continue to count:
"As of yesterday, there are 810 and [-] shi of grain stored in the warehouse...

"It is estimated that 24 disaster relief camps will be built, 33 of which have been roughly built, and [-] food distribution points and porridge sheds have been established. It is stipulated that each person receives one liter of relief food per day, and children half a liter.

"In order to prevent trampling, men and women receive rations separately, and receive rations for two days at a time... Do not leave the relief camp for no reason, otherwise no rations will be given...

"As of today, 700 young and strong people have been recruited to work for relief, and [-] of them have been labored, and they have been hired with chestnuts and rice.

"There are another 930 young and strong, who built collapsed houses for [-] wealthy households in and outside the city who still had surplus money, and took [-] labors. The wealthy households paid for themselves..."

Ouyang Rong reported these numbers that had been calculated countless times in his mind in one breath, then let out a long breath, turned his head and said seriously to his little junior sister who was staring blankly at him:

"This stall is basically revitalized. Go forward according to the rules and regulations established these days, let women, children, old and young eat their stomachs, young and middle-aged people should not be idle, use work for relief, work, harvest surplus food, and rebuild their homes when the disaster is over. ...

"Right now, we only need to wait for more disaster relief food from the imperial court and Jiangzhou, and start rebuilding new flood control buildings."

In the last ray of setting sun, Xie Lingjiang saw the young county magistrate getting up excitedly, pointing at the hardworking people in the fields, and asked in confusion:
"So, why do you want to beg those local tyrants, gentry, and good men to give kindness and reward gruel? They are given alms and kept in captivity like animals? What these people need is not a little food that is exploited from them and then given back. Hard-working and capable What they need is a field that can be plowed, a small home that they can build piles with their own hands, and a job that can give full play to their own hard work, and they don't need anyone's handouts."

Then, Xie Lingjiang, who was getting hotter and hotter by the cold wind, saw the brother who had turned into a pitch-black figure together with the mountain and the ancient temple calm down and said:
"Fuck you good man."

She saw "Qi" again.

(End of this chapter)