No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 71
"After I go back, ask them to change the name. Don't make a mess of it for me. What kind of Lianghanqu is called flattery."

"Mingfu, in fact, they also have good intentions. After all, it is an unprecedented water control measure. It is only natural for Mingfu to leave a name."

"Could it be your kid who took it?"

"No, no, I don't have this literary talent... I got it from Mr. Diao. Mr. Diao is famous in our Longcheng County and knows how to name it. In the past, many neighbors and pavilions in the county used to ask him for inscriptions."

"Does he know how to choose names? He knows how to get promoted. No wonder there are so many streets and lakes in our county. If they are not called Di Gong or Tao Gong, those who don't know will think that we are the hometown of these two celebrities. The result is that they have served as county magistrates... I guess their hometowns are not as active as ours in Dragon City."

"..."

"Don't use my name anyway."

"Yes, Mingfu."

Light rain.

Halfway up Dagu Mountain, Zhemu Pavilion.

Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang, and Liu Ashan once again rested their feet to avoid the rain in this pavilion with a wide view, but this time, the three of them did not go down the mountain, but climbed it.

Yan Liulang handed Ouyang Rong a copy of the county government's naming proposal on tailoring and building a new building, and was criticized by the latter after reading it.

"Forget it, I'll get it."

Ouyang Rong sighed, handed back the document in his hand to Yan Liulang, walked to the front of the pavilion, and leaned on the railing to look into the distance.

The pavilion was quiet for a while.

He squinted at Butterfly Creek who was about to be 'straightened', patted the railing with his right hand and said:
"Since the meandering river used to be like a butterfly's wing, now we cut the bend and straighten it, which is a broken wing, so it is called... Broken Wing Canal."

Yan Liulang's eyes lit up slightly, he nodded and muttered: "Zhouyiqu... a great talent in the Ming Dynasty! Bring your new name with you when you return from your humble position."

After a pause, he smiled wryly again:
"By the way, the Ming Mansion also has the name of the new ferry. They said before that since there is already Peng Langdu, the new ferry is called Tanlangdu. But the Ming Dynasty just requested that this name is not acceptable..."

"Okay, okay, let's discuss this another day."

Ouyang Rong turned his head helplessly, and dismissed the past vaguely. In fact, he is also a waste of names, so he just wastes his brain and gets one.

The young magistrate looked out at the dark sky under the eaves of the pavilion and murmured softly:

"Zhouyi Canal is the most important thing. Once it is dug through, the sea and the sky will be vast. Xindukou and New Commercial Street are just the ripening behind it. Take your time, it's still early."

In fact, Ouyang Rong didn't say anything: Maybe by then, he would have already returned home.

The enthusiastic Yan Liulang didn't know this, he just felt that he was full of energy to follow Mingfu.

These days, he has experienced the brand-new atmosphere after the Zhanyi Canal was excavated, his face was very excited, and he nodded vigorously, "That business is all under the Mingfu's order."

"How about the grain from the free warehouse?"

Ouyang Rong turned to ask again.

Yan Liulang smiled and said:
"Report to the Ming Palace that the shipment has already started, and it will be shipped out of Dragon City in a few days.

"According to your previous instructions, we left 15 shi in the Longcheng Yicang for disaster relief and digging the broken wing canal. The extra 16 shi of grain will be used to support Jiangzhou City and other disaster-stricken counties and towns."

Ouyang Rong nodded and exhorted:

"Remember, it is first to send the books of the grain tanker to Mr. Shen, the inspector of Jiangzhou City. Mr. Shen will handle the grain. Before that, don't send it to other counties on your own. Also, pay attention to safety on the road .”

"Of order." Yan Liulang nodded, blinked his eyes and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Mingfu, the burning of the grain boat... let's play with the rest."

Ouyang Rong glanced at him, didn't speak, and turned to Liu Ashan who was motionless and asked:

"Is there any movement at Liu's house?"

Liu Ashan shook his head, "Only some old swordsmiths complained, and they haven't noticed any actions of the Liu family. The sword shop on the west bank remains the same."

Ouyang Rong nodded thoughtfully.

Yan Liulang couldn't help but glanced sideways at the stiff, thin and tall man.

He is mainly in charge of county government affairs by Mingfu, and he is more inclined to public affairs; and some private matters that are not convenient to be disclosed, Mingfu is handed over to this brother Ah Shan.

There are some things that even his confidant is kept in the dark, and he only faintly realizes them afterwards.

I remember that before the death of Liu Ashan, the Ming government did not let him join the county government system, but sent him to the disaster relief camp to organize a group of young and strong people.

Therefore, the arresting squad under Yan Liulang can be regarded as two groups of people, both working under Ming Fu, one in the light and the other in the dark, and it was the first time they cooperated when they warmly entertained Wang Caozhi and other foreign grain merchants not long ago.

But now it seems that Brother Ah Shan has wider connections and sources of news in Longcheng than he does, at least in the Gu Yue Sword Shop where he has been a cook and slave for many years.

"You don't need to follow me later, Liu Lang and I will go find the host, and you go home and visit your mother and sister."

Ouyang Rong told Liu Ashan that he could not refuse, and then he took the two of them out of the blindfolding pavilion and continued up the mountain. Some wild flowers and grasses protruding into the middle of the road beside the blue stone steps wet the three people's robes.

In the past few days, there has been a lot of rain in Longcheng, and it has been falling and falling.

Right now, it's just past noon, and you can clearly see the sun hanging high when you look up, but the drizzle above your head is still capricious. Taking advantage of the intermission of the sun rain, Ouyang Rong and his party continue to rush to Donglin Temple.

Going up the mountain today is also a business.

With the excavation of the Folded Wing Canal this time, the straight channel bypassed the main buildings in the county and crossed from a position not far from the foot of Dagu Mountain.

A young county magistrate who just wanted to make money thought, since he will enjoy the convenience of water transportation in the future, and the incense will be more prosperous, why should some ancient temple of a big dog have to invest some money and make some effort? Join it, official monk Build it together.

So today is considered to have scored twice and came to play the autumn wind again. No, it was the parents and officials who came to the grassroots to ask about their health and experience the food in the temple courtyard.

Thinking of the holy face of the enlightened and generous Master Shandao, the young county magistrate who was rushing on the mountain road couldn't help but show some embarrassed smiles.

But it's not his fault that he was thinking about it, because now Empress Wei's blatantly supporting Buddhism and suppressing the North and South Taoist sects that are closely related to the Li's royal family, led to the prosperity of Buddhism in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the temples in various places were indeed very rich.

After driving most of the way, before arriving at the ancient temple, the drizzle fell again.

Fortunately, although Liu Ashan was seldom but experienced, he went out with three oil-paper umbrellas.Ouyang Rong took a red umbrella and opened it.

The three of them walked forward with umbrellas, trying to find a pavilion to rest.

Maybe it was an illusion of clear weather in the morning, or maybe it was some special day today, the three of them saw many wealthy pilgrims from Longcheng County going mountaineering along the way.

Especially for the ladies and wives of rich families, there are many girls wearing hats and maidservants to climb mountains and burn incense in Donglin Temple.

However, the sun and rain in the middle of the journey obviously messed up the hands and feet of most of them.

The three of them walked for a while, and finally came across an empty kiosk next to a bamboo grove. They wanted to go there to rest, but Ouyang Rong saw many pilgrim girls without umbrellas running towards the kiosk.

He, Liulang, Ashan and the others looked at each other, but didn't go over to take their place.

Ouyang Rong led them, and stood a little further away under a cluster of thick bamboo leaves on the side of the road, resting their feet with an oiled paper umbrella.

During this period, many female pilgrims who passed by found the kiosk one after another, and trotted in hastily.

Seeing that the small pavilion was gradually being filled up by Yingyingyanyan's girls, who were free and idle, Ouyang Rong cast his eyes over it.

Looking at it, Ouyang Rong was attracted by a rather conspicuous figure.

This is a girl wearing a peach-colored chest-length skirt and a white gauze veiled cap. She is invisible, but she has a slim figure, standing quietly in the rain.

She was followed by a little maid with a bun face anxiously, trying to squeeze into the crowded booth, but like the other girls on the edge, of course she couldn't squeeze in.

And if that's all, Ouyang Rong, who has a critical eye, won't pay too much attention.

But when he was bored during the rest, he found something different.

For example, at present, Xiaoting has been filled with excellent positions by other rich ladies and wives leading maidservants.

The girl in the peach skirt and the little maid with a bun face could only stand on the last step outside the pavilion, which was out of the reach of the eaves, and most of their bodies were gradually drenched.

However, compared with the other anxious girls who were also squeezed out of the pavilion, the girl in the peach skirt had a very peaceful posture, wearing a veiled hat that could not cover much of the rain, she couldn't see her expression, and she stood still in the drizzle.

Not long after, the sun and rain outside the pavilion slowly stopped, and the ladies and wives who were hiding from the rain stretched out their hands. When they were surprised to find out, they hurried out of the pavilion with their maids and trotted towards the ancient temple.

The girl in the peach skirt still didn't move. Instead, she turned around calmly and walked into the empty kiosk, which was crowded before, and patted her sleeves with a puzzled expression.

But at this time, the sun and rain suddenly fell again, and they came as soon as they said. The ladies and wives who had just run a little way saw that the ancient temple was still far away, so they hurried back. When they returned to the pavilion by the same route, they were all wet .

The girl in the peach skirt standing in the middle of the pavilion didn't gloat, she just turned around silently, took out her handkerchief, and lowered her head to help several girls who seemed to know her to wipe the rain off their dresses.

All these fell into the eyes of someone who was resting not far away.

The very different performance throughout the whole process, it is hard not to be conspicuous when placed together with other herd girls who are in a hurry.

Even if some women can't see their faces, their temperament alone is enough to make people look sideways.

Under the misty rain, a young county magistrate thought for a while, calmly put away the red umbrella, and handed it to Liu Ashan.

"Send it to the pavilion."

"Master, how do you divide up just one umbrella? Let's forget it, you are busy."

"It doesn't matter, just send a servant girl to the monastery to ask monks to borrow umbrellas."

Ouyang Rong shook his head lightly and said, then turned to gather an umbrella with Yan Liulang.

Liu Ashan was taken aback, nodded, and rushed to the small pavilion with a vermilion oil-paper umbrella.

Without saying a word, he stuffed the umbrella to a little maidservant in the rain outside the pavilion, and left immediately, turning around to chase after Ouyang Rong who had turned and left.

Treating it as an episode, the three of them continued on their way to Donglin Temple without looking back.

In the kiosk behind him, other girls looked shyly or curiously at the back of the handsome gentleman who gave the umbrella without leaving his name. Su Gu'er slightly lifted the white gauze under the cap with two fingers, and glanced at the red umbrella.

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　PS: JK and the maid, brothers, choose one and go to place an order... Actually, I don't want to, but the promise when it was put on the shelf, it was done (sorrowful)
　　
　
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