The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

At this time, he was holding a fan and teasing the parrots in the birdcage hanging in the flower hall. When he saw Lu Taixuan and others coming in, he raised his head and smiled and said, "Long time no see, fourth brother Lu."

"Why are you?" Lu Taixuan frowned, and asked, "Fang Miaolian, what are you doing here?"

The woman named Fang Miaolian had a natural oval face and a straight nose.Compared with the beauties of the Han family, the facial features are more three-dimensional, and the outline is deep with a touch of exotic style.The eyes under the willow eyebrows are big, sharp when they are wide open, and lazy like a cat when they are squinted.

Her lips are also extremely plump, but there are no dry cracks and fine lines on the lips, but they are more bright red.

Although she has a deep profile, her facial features have the softness of Jiangnan women, and her skin is more delicate than that of Fanbang women. It is obviously due to mixed blood, and she is more inclined to Han women. It can be seen that this woman's exotic blood has gone through several generations and has gradually faded. .

Looking down, Linglong's figure is covered in loose robes, and the mountains and valleys are still hard to hide, and she is quite upright.It's hard to avoid daydreams, what kind of twin pills, exquisite and embossed it would be if it were stripped naked.

Such a stunner, even in men's clothing, can be regarded as a disaster. As a man, Lu Taixuan is a little irritable, very impatient in his words, and even a little bit of fear.

Fang Miaolian's appearance has some characteristics of mixed blood, but her voice is the orthodox Wu Nong's soft language, and she just smiled without being annoyed: "It's been a long time no see, why is Brother Lu so fierce, he is begging for food on the white boat, The fourth brother has become a high official in the court, so he has forgotten about the younger sister, and he is not even allowed to enter the door."

Lu Taixuan snorted, looked left and right, and found that they were all his confidantes, and then said in a low voice: "In the battle of Taiping Prefecture, many of our brothers died. Back then, Monk Li was the guarantor, and the two families crossed the river. Related, after so many years, what are you going to do again?"

"Fourth brother Lu, why bother to stare and bark your teeth, let you go ashore in vain, and stop my little sister from doing the blood-licking business? Now we are buying and selling grain in Bianliang, and a few days ago, Brother Yang Tong's son, A lot of food was taken away, and tens of thousands of money was lost for no reason. Brother Yang is rich and powerful, so why bother with a weak woman like me, let alone we are old acquaintances."

When Lu Taixuan thought of this old acquaintance, he couldn't help but think of the bloodiest and most difficult time. The fight between salt dealers was much more threatening than the government, and people were often killed.

The power behind this woman is unfathomable, her background is mysterious and strange, her actions are extremely ruthless, her subordinates are not afraid of death, and there are many people. Back then, they fought on both sides of the salt field in Taiping Prefecture. Six brothers became sworn brothers, and two of them died in their hands. inside.

Some time ago, Lu Taixuan didn't know much about the grain collection, but he didn't want to have any grudges against the poisonous snake because of the tens of thousands of pennies, so he calmed down and said: "Brother, he has returned to Yangzhou, you wait a few months for this matter, my Yang Lin's nephew Zhihe is back, come again. Now that we have repaired it, we won't restart the war for tens of thousands of small money, and the money will come back safely after a few boat trips."

"Jiehe?"

Lu Taixuan hummed, and said: "The flood is so severe, my nephew is a member of the imperial court, and the current right-hand man of the emperor, naturally he has to go out of the city to govern."

"Brother Yang has such a son, it's really enviable." Fang Miaolian's words were not only mixed with envy, but also had an indescribably desolate tone.

Lu Taixuan thought that the days back then were really unwilling to be recalled, and the sympathy for the same sickness reduced the malice by three points, and said: "How about this, you give me an address to send the message, and when Lin'er comes back, I will be the first to notify you to see him. Arrive Sometimes I will say something nice for you, hehe, Lin'er, he still listens to our old fellows very much. Tens of thousands of money is not a big sum for you and me."

Fang Miaolian raised her eyes, and said angrily, "This is not a matter of tens of thousands of guan, my fourth brother, that one of yours is also a bit domineering, and his eating looks a bit ugly. Didn't he stop after earning tens of thousands of guan? , but to kill chickens and eggs, and label most of our grain shops in Bianliang as "black shops". They say that everyone is in trouble for the country and want to limit the amount of grain that everyone buys every month. We can only buy three hundred shi of grain every month. , Why are you selling so hard, my shopkeepers can’t get enough to eat. Then your Yang family’s grain shop opened up, and there are already dozens of stores in Kaifeng alone.”

Lu Taixuan blushed, this was indeed his nephew's style of doing things, so Bianliang's population of one million would really have to rely on the Yang family for food.

Although Fang Miaolian does not rely on the grain shop to make money, it is her secret channel for raising grain, and she will never give up on this point.That's why he was willing to take a strange risk and come to the old enemy's lair.

Feeling guilty, Lu Taixuan said, "I can't decide this matter, you'd better wait for him to come back, after all, repairing the river is a major matter for the court."

Fang Miaolian was helpless, sighed and walked out of the flower hall, Lu Taixuan wiped his forehead, and said: "This kid is too haha, blue is blue."

Turning his head to look, several confidantes were staring at the distant figure, refusing to look back, as if they would suffer a big loss if they missed a glance.

"The thief kills the talent!" Lu Taixuan slapped one on the head, and cursed: "Do you know who she is? This is Wannian Zhuyeqing, you may be poisoned just by looking at it."

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Outside Kaifeng Mansion, in Xianping County, the road is still muddy and difficult to navigate. A group of local magistrates surrounded Yang Lin and watched by the river.

The turbid river rolled down, hitting the boulder with a huge sound, and there was no doubt that if you fell, you would be crushed to pieces.

There are many gaps in the river banks on both sides, and the river water can only be diverted by digging ditches outside. It is wishful thinking to block the river banks in this era.

From a distance, the mother river that irrigates the Han culture looks like a giant centipede, with small rivers draining from it on both sides.

The height of the river is constantly increasing, and now it has the appearance of a river on the ground, so it is inevitable that it will be easier to burst the embankment.

The thousand-year-old problem of managing the Yellow River was placed in front of Yang Lin's eyes, which gave him a headache.

"Treating the river requires brainstorming, otherwise it will be futile and will cost a lot of money in the treasury. Immediately notify all the counties and counties along the river that the officials in charge will come to Xianping to discuss the plan for river governance."

Chapter 122 Strategies for River Control

"To control the river, we must first control the sand, otherwise no matter how hard it is reinforced, it will sometimes rise above the dam. The accumulation of sediment is the root cause of the river's troubles."

The Xianping county government office was packed to the brim. Many majestic county officials squatted aside, and Yang Lin sat in the middle.

Hundreds of people squeezed into the small county yamen, making the hall a bit stuffy, even though some people were staring at a middle-aged county magistrate talking eloquently.

Yang Lin asked: "What you said is quite insightful. What's your name, and which county are you from? And there's sand control, how to do it."

Seeing Shaozai's support, the little official became more energetic, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Returning to Shaozai, the next official is Zongze, the magistrate of Yanjin County. The next official thinks that to control sandstorms, we must build embankments to collect water, and use water to control sandstorms." .”

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the audience, and many people had already started to laugh out loud.

Yang Lin heard the name slightly familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while, waved his hands, and said cursingly: "Could it be that you, the county magistrate, have lost your mind, and it's fine if you don't widen the river, but you still need to draw water?"

Confining the water means narrowing the river channel. Now that the flood is rushing everywhere, it will definitely be more difficult to control if the water is constricted again.

Zong Ze Yuanyou has been a Jinshi for six years, and it has been 16 years now, that is, when Yang Lin was born, he was a Jinshi.He is still the county magistrate until now, so it can be seen that this person is not very good at drilling camps and has no background. He was not panicked when he heard the denial of the Shaozai, but he argued loudly: "Just think about it, the river is wide and the flow rate is small. The accumulation of sand and sediment will only increase. The narrow river channel means the flow speed is fast, and the sediment lift speed will be reduced under the impact, so there is no need to raise the river embankment, and we will have enough time to treat it.”

When Yang Lin heard this, he fell into thinking. He really couldn't tell if there was any reason for this matter.

If the river is narrowed, it will really have the effect of washing away the sediment, and of course it is feasible.

But if you take it for granted, once the water is narrowed and the floods deepen, it will become a laughing stock through the ages.

Looking up, Zong Ze's face was resolute and resolute, and then looking at the group of county magistrates next to him, Yang Lin slapped the table, stood up and said, "Damn it, don't worry about it, let's take a gamble. Anyway, how bad can it be? Go, if it succeeds, it will be a long-term solution.”

At that moment, surrounded by county lieutenants, county magistrates, and masters from sixteen counties in Kaifeng Prefecture, a detailed river control plan was formulated.

The first is to plant trees and grass in the upper reaches, ordering to go directly to Yongxing Army Road, and send people from the police station to supervise.

Secondly, rebuild the embankment along the river to narrow the river channel and accelerate the flow of water to impact the sediment.Then build the flood control outer river outside the river and build the flood diversion area.

Then let the roads in Hebei advocate drainage, reduce sedimentation, and organize people to dredge and build embankments.

"As for the civilian husbands, they are recruited from among the refugees, and they are paid according to their work every day, one day at a time."

In this flood, countless people were displaced and many houses were destroyed. Yang Lin took the opportunity to order that more bricks should be used for building houses, and less wood should be used.

On the one hand, it can cut down some trees less, and it is also for fire prevention and waterproofing.

Give an order, and some county magistrates have begun to take it seriously, thinking that Shao Zai is on the right track, and even believed Zong Ze's words.

As everyone knows, in the river governance of later generations, the method of flushing sand from the Shuhe River was all adopted.

In Yang Lin's view, as long as the upstream water and soil are strengthened, the sediment will be reduced.Then wash and salvage the silt, and the disaster of the Yellow River will be greatly reduced.

After the meeting was over, Yang Lin patted the county magistrate Zong Ze on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Work hard, and if there are results in the future, I will guarantee your promotion."

Zong Ze smiled and walked out of the yamen with fists in his arms. Yang Lin pursed his lips and said, "A junior official of the seventh rank has a lot of backbone."

Suddenly, Yang Lin remembered, Zong Ze?Isn't Nima the famous general who called across the river three times?

Unexpectedly, a generation of famous generals, who have been in the ups and downs of the officialdom for more than ten years, is now a county magistrate