From the end to the other world

Just wandering around, Qin Luochuan and Shang Qingyue only brought Suxue and Tingyu along, they didn't even have a carriage ready.

After going out, the few people wandered aimlessly along the street. Qin Luochuan walked in a hurry when he came back yesterday, and later went to Buzhuang in a carriage. This was the first time he had carefully appreciated the scenery of Rongcheng.

Judging from the style of teahouses, restaurants and houses on the street, although they are not as magnificent as those in the capital, there are some similarities, but they are far from the typical Jiangnan style in Yuxi Town.

The folk customs are even more different. Yuxi Town gives people a soft and reserved feeling, while Rongcheng is more enthusiastic and unrestrained.

Two more young girls who seemed to have just reached Chi walked past them, and Qin Luochuan couldn't help taking another look.

With the current relationship between the two, Shang Qingyue wouldn't think that he had any thoughts, but she would inevitably tease her, "How do you think the girls in Rongcheng compare with those in Beijing?"

"Be bolder," Qin Luochuan replied without thinking, "the rules are not as many as those in the capital."

As soon as they came out, they had already met many women and Shuang'er who were wandering in the street. If it was in the capital, unless it was a festival like Shangyuan or Qixi Festival, there would be very few unmarried women going to the street. Like Shang Qingyue grew up in the capital, before Qin Luochuan took him there, he had never even seen the sunrise at Bibo Lake in the suburbs of Beijing.

Shang Qingyue shook her head and laughed. Based on the situation just now, most people would probably answer the girl's appearance or temperament, but his husband could find the difference between the customs of the two places from the girl.

After pausing for a while, he still followed Qin Luochuan's train of thought and said, "I was also surprised when I first came to Rongcheng, but now that I'm used to it, I think it's very good."

Qin Luochuan grew up in an environment where everyone is equal and free, so he naturally prefers a more open folk style, so he nodded, "That's pretty good."

"Yes," Shang Qingyue smiled, and stretched out her hand to scratch Xiaotuanzi's chin, "I'm afraid that if we continue to live here, the threshold of our family will be broken through in more than ten years."

Qin Luochuan was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the scene when the woman yelled at them to return to the capital as soon as possible when they left the capital, so that Xiaotuanzi could marry her daughter, the hand holding Xiaotuanzi tightened unconsciously, The capital is still like that, after waiting in Rongcheng for a long time, I'm afraid it will be worse than that.

But Qin Luochuan thought about it, after he was promoted in the capital, he was just a fifth-rank servant, and there were not many officials with higher rank than him, and there was even the big Buddha of Princess Ning, so even if others coveted Xiaotuanzi, he couldn't do anything .

Rongcheng is different. He is now a fifth-rank prefect, and the magistrate higher than him is not in Rongcheng. In addition, General Sun's family does not have children similar to Xiaotuanzi's age. With his position here, he must be able to protect Xiaotuanzi. When the dumpling grows up, it depends on his own wishes.

After figuring this out, Qin Luochuan relaxed a lot.

After wandering around the street for half an hour, I bought a few toys for Xiaotuanzi, and bought some small things, and it got a little hot.

It's okay for them adults, but the little dumpling can't stay in the sun for a long time, so Qin Luochuan suggested: "Let's find a teahouse to rest for a while, and have lunch late by the way."

When they came out, Shang Qingyue told Zhou Xun that she would not go back for lunch at noon, and touched Xiaotuanzi's sweaty forehead, "Let's just go to the teahouse in front, last time I came to eat with brother Xun , the taste of the food is not bad, and there is also a private room upstairs."

Whether it tastes good or not is second to none. They bring small dumplings out to eat, whether it is for their own convenience or not to disturb others, they must have a private room.

They came early, and it was not time for dinner. There were many people drinking tea and listening to books in the teahouse. Hearing that they wanted a private room, the waiter took them up to the second floor with great enthusiasm and said: "Now these few private rooms They are all empty, if the guest officer wants to listen to a book, he can choose the room on the right, where the sound of storytelling downstairs can be heard very clearly, and the scene downstairs can be seen after removing the screen."

"Just this one." Qin Luochuan agreed without waiting for the buddy to introduce others.

He has heard the stories in Yuxi Town and the teahouses in Beijing, but he doesn't know what's different here.

As a result, he walked into the private room, and the storytelling downstairs came to an end, but seeing that the guests downstairs hadn't left, they were still waiting with great interest, presumably there was another round.

Sure enough, after resting for a while and drinking another cup of tea, the voice of the storyteller came back downstairs.

The buddy did not lie, and they were able to clearly hear every word of the storyteller in the private room, "There is not much time left for storytelling today, and there is not enough time for a story, why don't we tell something new."

It is estimated that most of the people who come to the teahouse are regular customers. Hearing that the storyteller wants to say something new, it caused a lot of commotion.

Qin Luochuan was also a little curious, opening his ears to hear what he was going to say.

As a result, the storyteller's next words almost made him spit out the tea he just drank. He only heard the other party say: "Let's talk about Sanyuan Jidi last year, and now Master Qin Luochuan who came to our Danzhou to control the water."

When I came to the teahouse to listen to the book, it turned out that what the storyteller said was about himself, Qin Luochuan inevitably felt a little embarrassed, especially after seeing Shang Qingyue's eyes full of interest, Qin Luochuan cleared his throat, put down his teacup and said, "Listen , I’m going to feed Xiaotuanzi something to eat.”

Shang Qingyue glanced at Qin Luochuan who was playing with Xiaotuanzi in embarrassment, thought of something, lowered her head and smiled, and then told Suxue and Tingyu, "Move the screen away."

Qin Luochuan turned his head abruptly, "Would it be too noisy if I moved it away?"

"No," Shang Qingyue said sincerely, "I want to see their expressions when they hear about your husband."

"...Okay." Qin Luochuan compromised, and his husband always had to satisfy this request.

At the moment they were talking, the storyteller downstairs had already started, Shang Qingyue led Su Xue and Ting Yu, and the three of them listened attentively.

Although Qin Luochuan was teasing Xiao Tuanzi, he was still distracted and listening.

He had already guessed that the storyteller would exaggerate, but he did not expect to be so exaggerated, from the time he took the imperial examination, to studying in the Imperial Academy, to helping disasters in Xigu two months ago.

The storyteller spoke impassionedly, and everyone who listened was excited. If it wasn’t for him being the protagonist of this incident, Qin Luochuan might also be attracted by this story, which is like Ziwei’s descending to earth. But when the protagonist is himself, especially Shang Qing When Yue was still there listening fascinatedly, even though Qin Luochuan boasted that his skin was not thin, he still felt embarrassed.

Amid the applause from downstairs, there was even an urge to bury her face in Xiaotuanzi's soft belly and pretend she didn't hear it.

Fortunately, the storyteller did not speak for a long time, and then changed his words, "Master Qin is a talented person, and since he came to Danzhou, he has been diligent in governing for the people. Everyone in Danzhou knows these things, but today we That’s not what it’s about.”

Immediately someone from the bottom shouted, "Is there anything better than this?"

The storyteller was not annoyed, "Everyone knows that the Yunjiang Plain, which belongs to the same Danzhou as us, suffers from floods every few years, and the officials sent by the imperial court to relieve the disaster will stay here for at least one year. Governance, Lord Qin should be no exception this time."

Someone from the bottom asked: "Do you mean that Mr. Qin can control the flood of Yunjiang?"

"On the contrary," the storyteller shook his hand, "Although Mr. Qin was gifted from heaven, he is still young after all. The management of floods is not only based on talent and learning, but also depends on experience and vision. In the past so many years All the senior officials are powerless to deal with the Yunjiang River, no matter how knowledgeable Mr. Qin is, he may end up with the same result as those officials before him who came to control the water."

The person who spoke before was not convinced, "You also said that Mr. Qin is talented, so why can't he cure the flood that those officials in front of him didn't cure?"

"Of course it's more than that," said the storyteller, "I have a distant relative who has made a living fishing in the Yunjiang River for generations. I'm afraid no one is more familiar with the water properties of the Yunjiang River than him. According to what he said, the current It is impossible for the imperial court to solve the water shortage of the Yunjiang River by opening an artificial river downstream, and the upper reaches of the Yunjiang River are all stretches of high mountains, and it is even more impossible to open a river."

The storyteller paused for a moment, then sighed and said, "That's why I said, Mr. Qin wants to cure the flood in Yunjiang, it's very difficult!"

After the storyteller finished speaking, the corners of Shang Qingyue's raised lips gradually tightened, and her expression became worried.

"What are you thinking about?" Qin Luochuan reached out and stroked his frowning brow.

Shang Qingyue trembled and almost jumped up, "Husband, aren't you playing with Xiaotuanzi?"

"I called you just now and you didn't answer, so I came here." Qin Luochuan shrugged.

In fact, Qin Luochuan came over when Mr. Storyteller talked about water control, but Shang Qingyue was so focused on downstairs that he didn't notice it at all.

Seeing that Shang Qingyue was still in a low mood, Qin Luochuan asked Suxue and Tingyu to block the screen, and asked, "Are you worried because of what the storyteller said just now?"

"En." Shang Qingyue nodded.

"What's there to worry about?" Qin Luochuan laughed, "What others can't do doesn't mean your husband and I can't do it either. I studied the History of the Former Dynasty in the Hanlin Academy before. It's because others haven't done it for so many years. For my husband and Yang Xi It took them less than a year to finish it, so you have to believe in your husband."

Shang Qingyue was also taken in by the storyteller's words just now. He naturally believed in her husband's ability. Hearing the words, the corners of his lips raised and he looked at Qin Luochuan with a bright light in his eyes, "Well, I believe in my husband."

Qin Luochuan pondered for a moment, touched his chin and said, "However, the distant relative that the storyteller mentioned may be someone who can be used."

Qin Luochuan's understanding of the Yunjiang River comes from maps and other people's reports. If he really wants to cure the flood, these are obviously impossible. Before that, he planned to find a few farmers or fishermen who were familiar with the water properties of the Yunjiang River to cooperate in the survey. I think there is a candidate here.