Three Kingdoms: I rely on system loopholes to survive

Chapter 69
"Ping, but disrespectful."

Zhong Ping sorted out in his mind the information on the impact of the Song Dynasty "qushe" on the management of balanced water distribution in the field.

Adjusted according to the situation in Dongjun, and after confirming that there were no theoretical problems, he cleaned up his face and accepted the invitation to return to the mansion with Cao Cao.

Speaking of the management of farmland irrigation, at least as early as the Wei and Jin Dynasties, it has been recorded that there were full-time personnel responsible for the distribution of relevant farmland irrigation water.

For example, in the Han Dynasty documents in the second year of Taishi (266 AD) and the third year of Taishi, the official position of Shui Cao was clearly recorded.

At that time, the "Book of Zhou · Foreign Regions" in the sixth century AD recorded that Gaochang State "each city has household Cao, water Cao, Tian Cao..."

In the Song Dynasty, the composition and functions of grassroots organizations managing farmland irrigation became more specific, and the more representative one was the "qushe".

"Qushe" is roughly composed of about [-] beneficiary households, and the person in charge is called "recorder".

When a flood occurs, the recorder will notify the "canal people" to go out to work for flood control. After the news is conveyed, the canal households will pass it on again.

The flood fighting team can be mobilized from top to bottom in the shortest time to improve the overall efficiency of flood response.

Moreover, when there are dangers in various channels on weekdays, the "recorder" will also notify each "channel person" to bring their own tools and materials, and go out to repair regularly.

Although this form of organization is non-governmental in nature, it has the support and guarantee of the government, and has its own reward and punishment system. Those who do not work on time will be punished according to the usual practice.

The promotion of "Channel Society" is of great significance for maintaining the normal operation and long-term use of the channel, and it is also of great reference value for the current Dongjun County.

Well, if you want to set up a "Qushe", you still have to go to the fields and villages by yourself to get a solid understanding of the situation.

"Boheng is busy all the way, and take a good rest. At night, my uncle and nephew will have a detailed talk."

Cao Cao stopped and asked kindly.

Zhong Ping thought about it all the way, but Cao Cao's voice brought him back to his thoughts at this time, and he was a little surprised for a while.

Well, that's it?

He looked up and saw that the opposite side of the street was occupied by a estate.

The pillar walls are carved and painted with red lacquer. The solid wood gate is carved with hollow patterns and painted with colorful clouds of fairy spirits.

As expected of Boss Cao, this aesthetic is simply top-notch, but this Qiwen... is very similar to the ones in Situ's Mansion, and most of them are like this when you come to a rich and powerful house.

Zhong Ping admired the Qiwen on the door, and couldn't help but think of the situation when he first visited Wang Yun. He felt a little sad in his heart, and stood silently in front of the door, and stepped into it after a while.

"Mr. Xiao, please come with Ang."

Cao Ang saw his mansion with his own eyes and volunteered to be the guide for Zhongping.

He took Cao Cao's position very smoothly, and walked into the mansion first, completely ignoring Cao Cao's dark complexion again.

Zhong Ping nodded slightly, thinking that it was Cao Ang who was going to lead him down to rest, he raised his feet and stood behind the opponent, and then walked in.

Cao Ang walked ahead happily and scratched his head.

Strange, how can I feel a thorn in the back.

Cao Ang didn't think too much, he introduced the layout of the mansion to Zhong Ping as he walked.

Zhong Ping was worried that if he lived in Cao Cao's mansion, wouldn't it be impolite if he accidentally bumped into the female relatives on weekdays?
Naturally, they were extremely focused at this time, remembering the various places mentioned by Cao Ang in their hearts, and the two talked and listened to each other, and they insisted on leaving Cao Cao at the door.

Cao Cao: I suddenly feel that it is not impossible to not want this son.

"Mr. Xiao, this is the study room. My father handles official business here on weekdays..."

Zhong Ping walked through the long corridor and looked towards the place Cao Ang pointed at, but he didn't notice where the study was at first glance.

On the contrary, seeing the verdant greenery in the side courtyard not far away, it is extremely quiet, and I am quite satisfied with it.

Although Cao Ang's actions and words give people a rough and careless appearance, he is very careful about the people he cares about, and he naturally feels a kind of peace of mind.

"This side courtyard is usually uninhabited. Occasionally, when my father is interested, he will enjoy the scenery in the courtyard with Mr. Cai... This place is elegant and unique, and it is very suitable for Mr. Xiao to live in. What do you think?"

"The two of us are similar in age, so we can just match each other by words."

Zhong Ping was uncomfortable when Cao Ang called him "Little Mister" one by one, so he smiled helplessly.

"Haha, Mr. Xiao is really unrestrained and unrestrained, not bound by customs!"

Cao Ang laughed at first, and then said solemnly, "Mr. Xiao will be Master Ang. If Ang doesn't pay attention to etiquette, don't neglect sir."

Zhong Ping was taken aback.

No wonder Boss Cao loves Cao Ang so much. Take Cao Ang's ability to control his emotions, this is like his father!
Cao Ang didn't stay for too long, he ordered the servants to tidy up the room, told Zhongping to rest more, and then retreated.

In fact, he would like to stay and chat with Zhongping for a while, but Zhongping is indeed a little sleepy, and his injuries are not fully healed, and his spirit is not good.

Cao Ang heard the inadvertent hoarseness in his ending voice, and after exiting Zhongping's room, he called a maid and asked her to tell the kitchen to make a bowl of rice milk and send it to Zhongping.

The maid took the order and was about to leave, but Cao Ang called her, and said earnestly: "If Mr. Xiao has fallen asleep when you come back, you don't need to send it again. I'm afraid it's not fresh. Wait on the side first, and wait until Mr. wakes up, and then tell the kitchen another Do, understand?"

"promise."

Zhong Ping doesn't know how much Cao Ang cares about him.

He was lying on the bed, although his eyes were sore from sleepiness, his mind was full of thoughts.

Tossing and turning, I couldn't fall asleep anyway, so I had to keep my eyes wide open and stare at the window in a daze.

This room is not big, about the same size as a flat university dormitory.

The walls were painted a light yellow color by some kind of paint, matching the tender green leaves outside the window.

The window lattices are carved with small prismatic lattices, and there is no window screen, so you can see half a branch of peach blossom slanting into the window.

When the wind blows, the peach blossoms sway lightly.

The sunlight was divided into many small square pieces and sprinkled on the bed, Zhong Ping stretched out his hand to catch it out of boredom, his fingers passed through the sunlight, but happened to catch a falling peach petal.

He tilted his head to look suspiciously, but he saw an old tree in front of the eaves, with thick shade covering the window, and people's faces were green.

"Who?"

He casually grabbed the copper lamp on the side and stuck it on the door bolt. After confirming that outsiders could not enter his room, he moved to the window again.

The people outside the window were startled by Zhong Ping's shout and raised their heads in panic.

The eyes are clear, the eyebrows are light, the green clouds are high, the hairpins are clustered with small dragonflies, and the peach blossoms are full of peach blossoms.

"Lang Jun."

The woman lowered her head half shyly and half respectfully, revealing a neck made of snow, carefully took off the peach petals from her clothes, and bowed to salute.

Zhong Ping had never seen this scene before, he was at a loss for a while, and it took him a long time to remember to wake up the other party.

According to the other party's attire, Zhong Ping also guessed that this woman should be the maid arranged for him by Cao Ang. He coughed slightly: "Who are you?"

"My maidservant, Tannu." The maidservant slightly bent her knees, her voice was like rings touching each other, and the spring water was lingering.

"Tannu?" Zhong Ping wondered, isn't the maidservant in the costume drama called "Qiuyue" and "Xiang'er"?
This "Tan Nu" sounds extraordinary. Could it be that Boss Cao gave her the name?

That's not right, boss Cao is so free?

Tan Nu looked at her words and knew that Zhong Ping was confused about her name, but she just pursed her lips without answering, and instead asked, "What is your order?"

Zhong Ping was not sure about Tan Nu's identity, so after thinking about it, he opened the door and let the other party come in first, instead of talking through the window.

"Well, I'm a little thirsty, please tell me where the kitchen is."

Tannu was quite surprised when she heard the words, and stood there hesitantly.

Zhong Ping was very puzzled: I thought I didn't seem to ask any wrong questions, did I?Why such a surprised expression?

However, looking closer, this woman has black hair like sandalwood and brows like ink, which is probably the origin of the name "Tannu".

"Your Majesty, just tell your maidservant to do so, please wait a moment, Your Majesty."

Tan Nu was amused by Zhong Ping's bewildered look, she hurriedly covered her lips, thinking that this young gentleman really looks like a fairy, he is a fairy-like figure, and he doesn't understand anything common.

How can one go to someone's house as a guest, not to be served by others, but to find water to drink by oneself?

Zhong Ping was so confused that he sat on the bed and waited for Tannv to come back from fetching water, and couldn't help but miss Niu Fu again.

Uncle Niu won't be a riddler like this sandalwood girl, why don't I just ask the kitchen, what's so funny?
It's because my father had the foresight to never send me servants since I was a child. How happy I am to be alone in the small courtyard...

Speaking of it, costume dramas are really untrustworthy. From Uncle Niu to Tan Nu, most of them speak elegantly, and they are often influenced by watching them.

It's not the image of the servant who speaks vernacular in the TV series at all.

Not long after, Tan Nu turned in from behind the door, holding a bowl of rice milk, ready to serve Zhong Ping to drink.

Seeing that Tan Nu raised her hand, Zhong Ping took the rice milk from her hand and poured it down in one gulp.

Call ~
It's so refreshing.

"Thank you."

Zhong Ping lay back on the bed contentedly, but soon fell asleep, leaving Tannu alone in the frozen place.

After receiving this thank you, Tan Nu felt complicated and didn't know how to feel.

She slowly took back the bowl on the table and remained silent for a long time, and couldn't help but look at Zhong Ping on the bed:
Mr. Xiao Lang is unrestrained and unrestrained, a real fairy!
The main thing is to fight against the flat appearance, but anyone who changes to something ugly...

No matter how good-natured Tan Nu is, she can't bear such a set of unreasonable etiquette.

What's more, Tannv is not an ordinary servant, she has been trained since she was a child.

Now that she was given the name by Cao Ang and came to serve Zhong Ping, Tannv naturally has a little tenderness for the person she wants to serve.

During Zhongping's sleep, he dreamed vaguely that he was under a flourishing lilac tree, holding on to the branches, and was about to pluck flowers.

Suddenly a huge bamboo slip fell from the sky and hit him directly on the head. Zhong Ping broke out in a cold sweat and sat up suddenly from the bed.

What is this all about...

Zhong Ping wiped the sweat from his forehead, covered his face to wake up.

Through his fingers, he could see the lights in the house, and Zhong Ping knew that he had slept for a while, and it should have been midnight by now.

"How is Boheng resting? But he's new here, feeling a little uncomfortable?"

Zhong Ping was startled by the sound again, he quickly realized Cao Cao who made the sound, and wanted to get off the ground as soon as he lifted the quilt.

Cao Cao pressed Zhong Ping quickly with his hands and eyes, and said with a smile: "I have disturbed Boheng's dream, and the dew is heavy, how can I let Boheng suffer from the cold again?"

Chong Ping was held down by Cao Cao and couldn't move, so he could only smile wryly: "Forgive Ping for being rude."

"Uncle, Ping has a plan in his mind about Qushe. It's just that 'it's not easy to understand on paper, but I know it has to be done'. If possible, Ping hopes to go to the fields to observe the terrain and go deep into the villages to understand."

"Oh?" Cao Cao savored the two lines of Zhongping's poem, "Bo Heng is also good at lines?"

Zhong Ping was a little guilty, but he actually quoted Lu You's "Winter Night Reading Shows Ziyu".

The original meaning of this poem is that the knowledge obtained from books is not perfect after all, and one must practice it to understand things thoroughly.

Although in the first year of Yuanxing (AD 105), Emperor Hanhe ordered the promotion of Cai Lun's papermaking method, making paper used inside and outside the court.

However, this paper is still widely used in government offices, mainly to reduce the inconvenience caused by writing on bamboo slips.

Why didn't He Ping directly change "what you get on paper" to "get it on silk", because he remembered the ancient prose he had done.

In the "Book of Jin" written by Wang Yin of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, there is a saying: "The ancient plain silk, according to the length of the book, cut the silk according to the situation, and the number of pieces is repeated, which is called banner paper."

Fan Hua of the Song Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties also said in "The Book of the Later Han Dynasty": "Since ancient times, the book deeds have been compiled with bamboo slips, and the ones that use silk are called paper."

It can be seen from this that "paper" can also be used as a synonym for cloth, so Zhong Ping dared to use the original sentence directly without modifying it.

Zhongping quoted this sentence, naturally the meaning of the second half sentence is greater than the first half sentence, under this situation.The meaning of this sentence is kind of twisted into:
"The strategy written on the cloth is still too shallow and superficial, and the effectiveness can only be known after personal practice."

I'm sorry, Mr. Fang Weng, the reputation of these 20 is really not enough for commentary.

If I want to establish a sect to spread my "rebellious" thoughts, the only way is to copy poems and become famous.

Zhong Ping silently apologized to Lu You from the bottom of his heart. He has already set his own development path:

He entered Cao's mansion, and he also saw that Cao Cao didn't mention the matter of Chang'an, probably because he didn't intend to send troops.

If it is disappointment, it is not necessarily the case. He can also understand the reason behind Cao Cao's inaction at this time.

He guessed that Xun Yu might have said something to Cao Cao.

Since it is impossible to borrow troops for the journey now, he can only use Cao Cao to make a name first, and then try to rescue Zhong Ji and Cai Yong.

As long as you finish annotating "East View of the Han Dynasty" together with Cai Yong, your qualifications in Confucian classics are enough.

Although there is still a long way to go before writing a book, but after two or three years of study, he can still be named a Confucian.

Later, you can settle down to write a book commentary, give advice to Cao Cao in order to obtain system rewards, and save more life.

If we can do what we can, we can improve people's livelihood and do some practical things.

"It's just rough knowledge, it's not elegant." Zhong Ping showed a symbolic modesty, after all, Lu You's poems were elegant, and Zhong Ping had his own conclusion.

Naturally, Cao Cao could also hear the elegance of this verse. He squinted his eyes and stroked his beard in admiration: "Boheng Wenbing Diaolong, come and go, come, my uncle and nephew will fall asleep , Chatting at night is also a beautiful thing."

In the middle and outside, it means that if a person has talents and virtues inside, he will have literary talents, which will naturally be exposed.

Usually people who have both ability and political integrity are praised. Cao Cao praised Zhongping in this way, which can be said to be very fancy to him.

However, Zhongping was not very happy...

Urgent, I’m in the Three Kingdoms, I just received an invitation from Boss Cao to go to sleep, now the two are fighting, and my mind is not in the same place... Come to Ji Bochang to save me, teach me how to choose to survive successfully! ! !

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