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Chapter 69 New construction, completely smashed!

A cold common sense.

Many ordinary people who came to Luming Street County Office to watch the young county magistrate's decision, actually wanted to watch the repertoire of the last criminal wailing at the execution.

As a result, more and more people are gathering in Luming Street.

In Jiangnan, where the spiritual life of the poor is scarce, the entertainment novelty index of watching the county magistrate is second only to Caishikou beheading stage.

Herd mentality, and love to watch the excitement.

Should we mourn and reflect?

Seems to be the point.

But it is these simple and conformist "fools" who have something called justice in their hearts.

Seeing that not only villains were exiled and evil people were punished, the young county magistrate even whipped his confidant female teacher himself. He stood under the plaque with the words "Longcheng County" at the gate, and every whip he raised broke the silence. Air.

Not at all perfunctory.

Crowds crowded the streets and alleys, some looked at it curiously, some were in awe, and some couldn't bear to look down.

Among the group of grain merchants and squires who watched from the beginning to the end, some who were hesitant about the new construction of the lobby just now also looked calm.

Regardless of whether you are pretending or sincerely, in any case, you must hold back your emotions and act according to the rules. This is always the best sedative.

It is more powerful than all the words that were said and all the big cakes that were drawn just now when the door of the county government hall was closed.

Because everyone knows that you are a fastidious person, so naturally you will only do fastidious things.

Why was Liu Ziwen able to unite all the squires in the county to speak out?
In addition to the fact that the Liu family is the most powerful and has inherited his father's connections to run Dragon City for many years, it is also because Liu Ziwen was also particular about his work before.

It's just a pity that after the new county magistrate took office, Liu Ziwen did not lead the squires to deal with the conflict with the Longcheng county government. He did not put everyone's interests first, and wanted to bring the county magistrate to his knees. In fact, that's all there is to it, but Liu Ziwen has been slow to fight against the new county magistrate.

This is very careless.

For the country gentry who acquiesce in the new creation of making money at the moment.

A grain merchant tilted his head and joked in a low voice:

"Shopkeeper Wang Shao, your brother-in-law is right, he is principled and flexible, the key is to be able to do things, and to be able to do things well.

"This is just the beginning of his official career, and he doesn't lack any stepping stones to be a Jinshi Qingliu. If he really cures the flood in Longcheng County for many years..."

The corners of Wang Caozhi's eyes couldn't help twitching, everyone admired him, but the one who was whipped was Wang Xie's disciple.

The other grain merchant was suddenly enlightened and said in surprise:

"It turns out that the new business created this time is just a bonus, and it is the favor of this lord that really makes money."

Wang Caozhi was silent when he heard the words.

His colleagues were indeed right, but he never expected that Ouyang Rong would dare to treat Xie's daughter like this.

Although Wang Caozhi shouted "brother-in-law and brother-in-law" happily these days, it was just a joke that he liked.

Because he always thought that Ouyang Rong was pursuing Sister Ling Jiang. After all, the first daughters of the five surnames are more attractive to the weak scholars.

Ouyang Rong is very lucky to be able to worship the great Confucianism of the Xie family as his teacher, and he has a young junior sister who is already very lucky. He can get the moon first, so why not pamper and protect his junior sister?
But looking at it now, why is it a little different from what Wang Caozhi imagined, this is... Sister Jiang, the discipline order?

And he didn't expect that sister Ling Jiang would be so obedient and obedient. After being whipped seventy times by Ouyang Rong, she was nailed to the spot without moving a step.

This damn information is a bit big.

Ouyang Rong didn't know what the people below were thinking.

After each whip, he could hear the little junior sister who buried her face make a slight "hmm", so it was not considered silent, and only Ouyang Rong who was the closest could hear it.

After he put down his whip with trembling hands, and got her very obedient reply after he finished his questioning, he could already see some blood stains oozing from the cloth on Xie Lingjiang's back.

There is no need to remove the clothes for the torture of scholars and women. Xie Lingjiang's clothes are also made of high-quality silk and satin, and there should be a corset that is not thin inside, so the outer clothes are not damaged, but are made of soft materials. , which also caused the force of each whip to be drawn to the flesh.

The flogging was finished on one side, and the seventy spankings on Liu Zilin's buttocks on the other side had also been done without delay.

The latter went from begging for mercy in the beginning, to swearing in the middle, and then to howling in misery...

Now that Yan Liulang and others have put away the board, he has become physically silent, and the air coming out of his mouth like a gossamer is not much more than the air coming in...

An old yamen servant took out a piece of gray cloth and casually covered the bloody buttocks of the third young master of the Liu family, and the servants of the Liu family rushed to save him with mournful faces.

Ouyang Rong took from Yan Liulang a clean and plain white robe that he had left in the county government office, and put it on the back of the little junior sister who was holding back her pain.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly heard him whisper in a soft voice: "Next time someone says that you don't pay for buying a slave, you can cut off his head and throw the money on his face, saying, what a cheap life, you I bought it."

Xie Lingjiang was stunned, and couldn't help but look at his senior brother's expression... Dressed in an official uniform, he pursed his lips and said nothing, his face seemed calm. After putting on his clothes, he turned around silently, and the sun greeted him as he climbed the steps... just now She who didn't shed tears after being whipped suddenly wanted to cry.

Ouyang Rong stood on the three steps in front of the county government gate, facing the people who were about to disperse in the whole street, he said loudly:
"It happens that everyone is here! I have something to announce."

The flow of people on Luming Street stopped and flowed back like water hitting a solid wall. Many people turned around in a daze and looked at the slender figure in the light green official uniform.

He said calmly:

"Since I took office, although I have opened warehouses to release grain, built disaster camps, provided labor relief, and adjusted grain prices... I have made little progress in disaster relief, but the root cause of the flood in Butterfly Creek has never been solved.

"I am very ashamed that I have been doing nothing with the salary of the official food for the people."

"It should be noted that the flood in Longcheng County is by no means as simple as appeasing refugees, cleaning up dilapidated houses, and revitalizing commerce and trade! If you only provide disaster relief but not flood control, if you only pray for the fate of God instead of man-made efforts, if you only bury your head in fear instead of standing up to your chest.

"Then today's officials and the lords have worked so hard to regain everything on the ruins today, your pots and bowls, your hotbed, your farmhouse, your wife and daughter... will surely come to an end in the next round. The torrential water encountered was destroyed and turned into nothing again!"

"Flood in Dragon City is definitely not destiny, if you don't act, it will be a man-made disaster!"

The audience was silent.

In the ears of everyone, the voice of the young county magistrate was not impassioned, not even sonorous and powerful, but his eyes were firm, and he was stating a word that he was absolutely sure of.

It is to tell all the people of Dragon City a very common but extremely cruel truth.

This kind of calm words spoken by the speaker himself is very contagious.

Some Longcheng people whose houses were washed away and their relatives were taken away in the last big flood couldn't help crying, the silence of the crowd on the street was broken a bit, and grief is also the most contagious.

All the people gathered in Luming Street at this moment were all absorbed, their gazes fell on the young county magistrate as directly as the sun above their heads.

Liu Ziwen, who had flung his sleeves away and wanted to go back to the carriage, also stopped in his tracks. The more he listened, the more he felt a bad premonition, and he couldn't help but stare back at the pretending county magistrate.

"Then how to control the water?" Ouyang Rong nodded, "You must be very eager to ask this question, should you continue to repair the Di Gong gate?"

"No." He shook his head firmly: "Di Gongzha treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

"Why?"

The young magistrate pointed his index finger to the west:
"The Butterfly Creek, which twists and turns and can't release the flood into the river, is the origin! Every time the flood of Yunmeng Ze overflows the river channel of Butterfly Creek, the gentle river that has nurtured generations of people in Longcheng in the past will turn into devouring creatures when the flood season comes." beast!
"This beast, baring its teeth and claws, is extremely presumptuous!
"If we don't tame this beast, the flood in Longcheng County will never end, the rich can still move and flee, and the officials can still leave their posts for rotation.

"But what about you? What about your children? What about your children's children? Do you live in perpetual fear of the quadrennial flood?"

"Maybe some of you are used to it, have accepted your fate, and even regarded it as usual, but I am not used to it, I don't accept my fate, I don't regard it as usual, as an official, I don't say it will benefit one party, but I must ask for a clear conscience. Do your best!

"And I also firmly believe that there are some of you sons and daughters of Wu and Yue who will never get used to it, accept your fate forever, and treat it as usual!"

"If you are not such a person, then you can go home on your own right now, because what I will say next is only for the people of Longcheng who refuse to accept their fate! The next thing can only be done by us!"

The crowded crowd was motionless, staring up intently, no one lifted their feet, and some even couldn't help but make a weak voice:

"My lord, what should we do? How can we block the water if we don't repair the Di Gong Gate?"

"Good question."

Ouyang Rong nodded, turned his head and glanced at Yan Liulang, who immediately led the arresters up the steps to push open the main gate of the county government behind Ouyang Rong.

The main entrance had been closed tightly during the promotion, but now it was finally opened with the joint efforts of all the policemen.

Soon, the scene of the open space in the back yard was revealed in front of everyone:

There is a huge sand table about eight meters in length and width in the courtyard.

The sand table simulates the general landscape of the upper and lower reaches of the Butterfly Creek where Longcheng County is located.

And what is even more amazing about this micro-landscape sand table is that the well water drawn from the well is poured into it in a circular manner, and under the control of the equipment of Liu Ashan and others next to the sand table, it is poured into the water flow of the "Butterfly Creek" on the sand table. Very turbulent.

It stands to reason that if the winding channel of Butterfly Creek is completely simulated, then the torrent of water will probably rush out of the channel and submerge most of the sand table.

But at this moment, no matter how much the water flowed in, no matter how fast it was, it passed through the huge sand table steadily, and no river overflowed.

Among the doubtful people standing on tiptoes competing to probe the street, those with sharp eyes suddenly noticed that the Butterfly Creek channel on the sand table seemed to be a little different.

It seems that there is an extra "straight line"-like river channel, which directly ignores the butterfly-wing-like river channel that twists into two "ji" characters, and connects the two ending ends, turning into a "concave"-like river channel pattern.

The section of the river where Peng Langdu was originally located, which resembles the wings of a butterfly, has become a tributary.

The extra "one-horizontal" mainstream below allows the river water rushing down from the upper reaches of Yunmengze to pass through Longcheng County in the middle reaches and into the Yangtze River in the lower reaches without hindrance.

The more people looked at it, the more amazed they were. It was the extra simple "one horizontal stroke", which seemed to be a magical workmanship, which made Butterfly Creek, which was prone to swell and violent, succumb to a delicate little sheep!

The simulation of the sand table may have the meaning of talking on paper, but a certain rule of time and the twilight of despair slowly emerge from it, like the first light of the sky before dawn.

Ouyang Rong looked at the people in Longcheng whose expressions were beginning to change. He pointed at the sand table behind him without looking back, and said with high spirits:

"Since it is difficult for Yunmeng flood to enter the river every time, let's open a river and let it enter the river! Since the Butterfly Creek is winding and winding, we can straighten it and let it discharge the flood obediently! To the extreme, let the government and the people wave their shovels to dredge and expand until it is dug through and subdued!"

As soon as this remark came out, it shocked the audience like thunder on the ground, and many people were speechless. Even Xie Lingjiang, Yan Liulang and Wang Caozhi, who had already digested the shock, subconsciously looked sideways at a certain young county magistrate.

But even if it is convincing, there are still people in the crowd who look worried and ask:

"My lord, if a new river channel is opened up, what about the current Penglangdu...and the ancient sword furnaces on the west bank? Wouldn't it divert the water of the Butterfly Creek? I heard from the old people that the water in the Butterfly Creek has a dragon spirit, The position of the sword furnace cannot be moved, let alone changing the river course..."

The young county magistrate stretched out two slender fingers and interrupted in a cold voice:
"First, Peng Lang Ferry did not give up, it was still built too small, the county government just built another ferry to divide the pressure;
"Secondly, may I ask whether the swords of the dignitaries in the distance are more important, or the wives and daughters of the common people in Longcheng."

The person who asked the question immediately shut up.

From the tone of the young county magistrate, it seems that this is not a multiple-choice question, but a death-death question... No, it's a sub-question.

The only problem was "solved", and the audience returned to tranquility. The people who had been devastated by the flood for generations looked at each other in blank dismay, and thinking that this vast and novel "uncanny work" was about to begin, many imaginative people's breaths gradually became thicker.

Under the scorching sun at noon, the young county magistrate, who was sweating from the sun but kept his eyes on the ground, resounded through the audience:
"My official announces that from now on, the Longcheng County Government will take the lead in recruiting the young and strong in Longcheng, and unite with dozens of merchants and gentry to start the water conservancy construction of the Butterfly Creek! We will dig in the east of Luming Street. Create a brand-new river channel, build a brand-new ferry and several brand-new wharf commercial streets!

"I understand that this move is unheard of by you gentlemen. Before Longcheng County, Jiangnan Road and even the entire Great Zhou Dynasty had never happened, but I firmly believe that this water conservancy is absolutely beneficial for the present, and it will also contribute to future generations! Hope everyone You actively help, and together we will thoroughly control the flood in Longcheng."

"In the end, I also know that there may be some people who have a little objection, but... this is a notice, not a discussion."

In the last sentence, Ouyang Rong seemed to be pointing something, turned and left.

Behind him, most of the people on Luming Street were extremely excited, and many people flocked to study the water conservancy sand table displayed.

But behind the bustling crowd, a young head of the Liu family had cold hands and feet in the sun, and his body was crumbling. Fortunately, a lame servant beside him held his arm.

Liu Ziwen took a deep breath, he suddenly understood one thing:

This Ouyang Lianghan didn't come to snatch that thing, he came to control the water in his mother's way, and he didn't even hesitate to... completely smash it for it!
　Four thousand words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)