Lang Jun is coming

Huaijing has been in a drought for a long time without a single drop of rain falling, but they don't know that Ningzhou, the old capital of the Heng Dynasty, is already in a miserable state.

On the city wall of Jiangnan Mansion, even if someone was holding an umbrella, they still couldn't resist being soaked from head to toe by the wind and rain.Zhizhou Wu Shunqin wiped the rain from his face, and all he could see were the refugees blocking the gate of the city in the rain.

"Have you checked it out?"

His crimson official robe was crumpled and clinging to his body, and his usually plain face was dignified and tense as he asked the judge behind him.

The status of the signing judge in the state capital is second only to the prefect and the general judge, and it is to do things for the prefect.

It was very easy to catch the questioning under the torrential rain. Regardless of the rain dripping from the hair into the collar, he bowed his head and replied: "Ningzhou escaped. I heard that the torrential rain lasted for many days, and the water of the three rivers converged. , the dam was severely damaged. There are also..."

In the end, when it came to the local officials in Ningzhou, the signing judge hesitated and stopped talking, causing Wu Shunqin to turn around and ask.

"What else?"

He frowned tightly, focusing on the refugees, and didn't feel wet and cold on his body.

The judge faltered for a long while, and simply comforted himself with the rainwater entering his eyes. He closed his eyelids, deliberately missed Wu Shunqin's gaze, and said desperately: "Ningzhou seems to have skyrocketed in rice prices, and many people died. The government does not allow refugees. Flee. Those under our city gate are just fish that slipped through the net after risking their lives."

Only the fish that slipped through the net can block the gates of Jiangnan City, which shows how miserable Ningzhou is.

Wu Shunqin's heart sank, and he quickly walked down the city wall with a flick of his sleeves, not forgetting to order, "Open the city gate."

The signing judge was slightly startled, and hurriedly caught up with the rain to persuade: "No, my lord! The three rivers broke through the dam, and the refugees in Ningzhou may be far more than we thought. If the city gate is opened, the refugees will swarm in after hearing the sound, even if our Jiangnan granary Enriched, it won’t last long! What’s more, the food is used for emergencies.”

Wu Shunqin was disturbed when he stepped down the stone steps, and he was even more disappointed after hearing what the judge said.

"If you don't open the city gate, do you want to watch them die here? The grain in the granary is used for relief. The life of our Jiangnan people is our life, isn't it the case in Ningzhou? This is the people of a country, How to distinguish each other!"

Thousands of words of concern were blocked in his throat, and his chest heaved when he signed the sentence. After all, he stopped talking and only shouted at the defenders at the city gate, "Open the city gate!"

The magistrate in front of him wants to be a good official and an upright official, but how can it be so easy to be an upright official since ancient times?Leaving Huaijing under the foot of the emperor, the officials of the local state capital are mixed up, and not all of them can understand the suffering of the people.

Under Wu Shunqin's order, Jiangnan accepted all the refugees who escaped from Ningzhou, and specially repaired a ruined temple as a temporary refuge, and gave porridge every day.

Seeing that the huge temple could no longer hold people, Wu Shunqin's son finally arrived in the capital.

There is no complaint in the letter, but only the general situation of Ningzhou and the current practice of Jiangnan.

Until now, officials in Huaijing, who are suffering from drought, know that the old capital Ningzhou is suffering from floods.God this joke is not funny at all.

"Liang Dousi and Zhu He have already left the capital to deliver grain and grass to the Yu prison. There are not many granaries in the capital and nearby state capitals. They are still dry and cannot be embezzled."

In the warm pavilion, the ice cubes in the ice mirror had long since turned into a puddle of water.The officials fiddled with a document submitted last year to accurately find out the weight of Ningzhou's report, but they felt extremely puzzled.

"Under the new system, according to the letter submitted last year, Ningzhou clearly has a good harvest and the granaries are full. How could the refugees flee south along the road to Jiangnan?!"

The voice was faintly thunderous, and Li Yuanshi, Pei Lian, Xie Qian and others who were sitting on the wooden chair were all listening silently.

Last year, the Third Division drew up a new system for farmland.The common people who had a bad harvest in that year borrowed money from the government to spend the end of the year, and then paid back the money when there was a harvest in the next autumn.This was originally intended to increase the harvest of the state capitals of the Heng Dynasty and enrich the granary.It's better than the common people mortgage their land to the local landlords, and end up turning from people to slaves.

Of course, the effect is also gratifying.The harvests and granaries of the state capitals have indeed increased considerably.The situation in Ningzhou Daily is also that the granary is full.As a result, there is a flood now, but it is impossible to deal with it, which is really strange.

Huaijing and the surrounding state capitals cannot be moved, so we can only start from the vicinity of Ningzhou.

Because of being cautious, Pei Lian stood upright, her buttocks were already sore.This matter also involves the implementation of the new system. He concealed his discomfort and suggested, "I feel that the most urgent task in Ningzhou is to rebuild the dam and block the river first. At the same time, allocate funds to properly arrange for refugees. As for food, we need to investigate the situation of Ningzhou's granary before making a decision." Whether to transfer food relief from Jiangnan, Yizhou and other places."

Li Yuanshi saw the timing right, and echoed him: "I feel that Pei Sansi is very thoughtful. Since the reopening of shipping, the national treasury has gradually filled up, and it is more than enough to rebuild the dam. If the government makes an order, the minister will be able to transfer the money to the workers on the same day. department."

Qixi Festival Extra Story Me and You Know

"Jianyuan's restructuring involved agriculture, military affairs, politics, etc., which to a certain extent eased the financial pressure of the Heng Dynasty at that time, ensured the development of agriculture, and restrained land mergers..."

It was already autumn, and the sun outside was still very strong. Fortunately, the lush trees outside covered a lot of the heat, and the voices of the people standing on the podium giving lectures were clear and clean, which made people feel less restless.

The professional books stayed in the "Jianyuan New Deal" unit, and the vertical air conditioners in the front and rear were blowing coolly. Many students were already falling asleep in front of the pictures of those historical figures in their seats.Under his gaze, Xindang's face was doubled.

For history students, there is simply too much to memorize.About restructuring is even more boring.Especially those illustrations of the New Party characters, at first glance, there is nothing eye-catching, they are nothing more than the costumes of other historical celebrities.

When talking about the specific content of the reform, the associate professor of the history department in a plain white shirt cleared his throat, and subconsciously picked up a water glass to drink water to moisten his throat, only to find that the glass was empty.He was going to fetch water from the drinking fountain next to him when he heard the get out of class bell ringing happily in the corridor.

The originally drowsy student regained his energy in an instant, staring at him with eyes, ready to pack up and go to the cafeteria at any time.But there is also some reluctance, after all, Associate Professor Meng's appearance is exceptionally outstanding among the bald professors.

Hearing the ringing of the bell, Meng Ruanqing was slightly stunned, but she stopped talking about the Jianyuan reform in the middle, closed the textbook leisurely, and said with a faint smile, "That's all for today, let's continue in the next class."

The classroom burst into cheers.

The study committee member held the course record booklet and walked to the podium for him to sign.

Professor Meng has an outstanding appearance, and even his demeanor has a gentle and jade-like flavor, which makes those who approach him feel like a spring breeze.Once you put it outside, you can tell people with your temperament, "Oh, this person must be a teacher."

An associate professor in his 30s is considered young and promising.Coincidentally, Associate Professor Meng, who focuses on studying the history of the Heng Dynasty, has the same name as the one from the New Party.Coincidentally, another Associate Professor Chen who also likes to study the history of the Heng Dynasty also has the same name as a Jianyuan New Party.

Wait for the black pen to write the name smoothly on the form, and close the pen cap.While taking the pen, the study committee glanced at the handwriting with Hengchaotaige's taste, and suddenly asked: "Professor Meng, have you read the new book recently published by Professor Chen?"

In addition to the coincidence of the same name, the two have a relationship, and their opinions on the restructuring of Jianyuan are slightly different.Even in an interview, Professor Meng euphemistically said that he did not agree with some of the other party's views on the restructuring of Jianyuan.

But the two are also gentlemen enough, and never praise or criticize each other at will.It's just that if one party publishes a book representing his own point of view, the other party can follow suit.

Probably this is the lightness of literati...

Meng Ruanqing closed the computer for a moment, and didn't mind the sudden question from the study committee member, and replied with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth: "I've been busy recently, so I haven't read it yet."

I thought the topic would end here, but I didn't want the study committee member to take out a brand new unopened book from his cloth bag and hand it to him.

"The title of the book is "Forgotten History". I happened to buy an extra copy. If the professor doesn't mind, you can take it and have a look."

Halfway through, the study committee member Amway said cautiously amidst the excitement: "I think Professor Chen's writing is very good..."

Looking at the book that happened to be overbought, Meng Ruanqing's heart was complicated.

The cover of the book is written in gilt letters on a red background. Judging from his whereabouts, it is the man who wrote it himself and did not run away.

Unable to discourage the enthusiasm of the students for loving the history of the Heng Dynasty, Associate Professor Meng still accepted the book and expressed his thanks and promise.

"Thanks, I'll see."

Meng Ruanqing also remembered one thing because of the book presented by the study committee member.

Today is the day when he and that Professor Chen will have a showdown.

Just last weekend, the site of the former capital of the Heng Dynasty was accidentally discovered in this city, and the excavation work has already begun.There has always been a lack of historical materials in the Heng Dynasty, and people who study the Heng Dynasty have various opinions because of the lack of strong archaeological arguments.And the research on Jianyuan reform can be roughly divided into three kinds of viewpoints.

The first one is that Jianyuan reform is positive and far-sighted for Hengchao.

The second type is that the Jianyuan restructuring is not perfect and there are many loopholes.

The third type is that there are more or less factors in the demise and restructuring of the Heng Dynasty.

Unfortunately, Professor Meng and Professor Chen belong to the first two categories respectively.Fortunately, they all refute the third view.

Except for this afternoon class, Meng Ruanqing has nothing to do today.The live broadcast of the excavation of the former capital of Heng Dynasty began at [-]:[-] p.m., and he arrived at Professor Chen's house an hour earlier.

Both of them belonged to half-public figures, and they had different opinions. When they heard that they had discovered the capital of Heng Dynasty, they immediately met online privately to watch the live broadcast.

It is a historic moment, we must witness together.That's where the Jianyuan restructuring took place.

As for the reason for making an appointment at Professor Chen's house, it was just a short walk back from school and it was close...

"Sit first."

Chen Juncong did not seem surprised by Meng Ruanqing's early arrival.Pushing his glasses, he greeted the other party to sit down as usual, as if he was only facing ordinary customers.

Tea has been brewed on the Chinese-style tea table. Looking at a series of tea sets, it should be a serious way of ordering tea in the Heng Dynasty. There is also a leisurely and interesting way of painting a lifelike plum blossom on the white tea foam with green tea powder. .

Meng Ruanqing twitched her lips secretly, and said in her heart: Could it be that this is a blow to power?

Before he had time to think about whether he was going to show off, he saw a book in the corner of the sofa in a blink of an eye.

Meng Ruanqing's heart skipped a beat, feeling that the cover of the book looked very familiar.

Chen Juncong didn't pay attention to the other party's flickering expression, and only confessed: "Wait a moment, I haven't made dinner yet."

The implication is that you came too early, I haven't had dinner yet.

Meng Ruan Qing, who was trying to read the book, straightened her sleeves, which were not wrinkled at all, and nodded in embarrassment.

When the people left, he couldn't wait to pick up the book.

The cover is an off-white background with a Hengchao ink painting, and the title of the book is "Eight Years of Jianyuan".

He wrote it.

To defeat the enemy, one must first understand the enemy.

This man came prepared!

In Building No. [-] of the school dormitory, Song Yiqing, who had just decided on the topic of her thesis, opened the browser on her computer, ready to search for relevant literature.The pop-up window that comes with the browser pops up and covers the page.

"Shocked! Our city found out last week..."

For this kind of headline news, Song Yiqing has always crossed it without even reading it.But when the mouse moved to the x, he did not press the left button for a long time, but instead searched for videos related to the title.

Ranked first is the official "Hengchao Capital Excavation Live Broadcast", which is very popular and many people watch it.

The history of the Heng Dynasty has always been a point of interest to Song Yiqing. He didn't close the pop-up window just now because he saw the word "Heng Chao", and he didn't think it was true.

As soon as I clicked on the live broadcast, what caught my eye was the staff who were building simple sheds and digging meticulously.

"This is Changning District, Huaijing City, so what is behind me now is the excavation site of the former capital of the Heng Dynasty..."

It was raining lightly outside, and the reporter walked back slowly, wearing a transparent raincoat and holding the microphone.

The general area of ​​the old site has been marked and the isolation belt has been drawn.The shed for rain and sunlight is also half built.The excavators were busy with their work until a person wearing a black disposable raincoat came in from outside the shed. The reporter's eyes lit up and he went to interview him immediately.

"Hi, I'm a reporter from Huaijing TV station, may I have your name?"

The person who came pulled off the black raincoat hat that covered the outside, revealing the white work clothes that were still stained with mud and the hair that was wet by the rain, and said in a deep voice, "Pei Lian."

Seeing that the word Pei Lian was added to the conversation banner below the live broadcast, Song Yiqing almost choked on a saliva of water stuck in his throat.

The world is so small, so many people with the same name.

But when Pei Lian who was being interviewed looked up, Song Yiqing fell silent.

Does archeology need such a high appearance now?

The reporter asked many questions excitedly and excitedly.Song Yiqing only listened to the general idea, and his mind was filled with the calm and fluent appearance of that person.The only disappointment is that he still has a shovel in his hand.

Until the reporter asked one of the most anticipated questions.

"Then does the excavation of the old site this time have great reference value for the study of Jianyuan reform?"

In front of the camera, Pei Lian raised his eyebrows, and with a narrow smile on his lips, he said something that would make most Heng Chao fans vomit three liters of blood.

"As far as the current situation is concerned, there are many cultural relics unearthed, but very few of them involve the reconstruction of Jianyuan."

Song Yiqing: "..."

Except for his face, he looked lonely.

Meng Ruanqing fell asleep.His head was tilted on the armrest of the sofa, and the book "The Eighth Year of Jianyuan" that he wrote was still on his lap, and he didn't even know that his glasses fell on the carpet unknowingly.

Chen Juncong saw this scene when he came out.Apart from the fact that other people's opinions are leftward, this is the first time he has seen his opponent's appearance in private.Quiet and not annoying.

"You can eat."

After hesitating for a while, Chen Juncong still broke the silence.He was too embarrassed to let the other party watch him eat.

"What..." Mi Meng's words were halfway through, when Meng Ruanqing opened her eyes and found that her vision was blurred.

He is highly myopic, and he can't tell the difference between humans and animals without glasses.

Aware of his abnormality, Chen Juncong, who is also nearsighted, kindly stepped forward and bent down to pick up the glasses for him.

Meng Ruanqing also subconsciously squatted down and groped on the carpet.

Two associate professors in their thirties were looking for things on the ground while poking their buttocks in suit shirts, not aware of the inexplicable childishness and joy.

"Give."

Facing a person with poor eyesight, Chen Juncong naturally picked up the glasses first.

After realizing that he had lost his composure, Professor Meng, who was indifferent in class, took off his glasses in a panic, "Thank you."

Just as he was about to put it on, he raised his head and hit the coffee table with a "bang" sound, and the celadon cup on it made a crisp sound when he lifted it up.

This is really all kinds of disadvantages.

He covered the back of his head and grinned, thinking that the wood used for this table was very honest, without adulteration at all.

Seeing his movements, Chen Juncong leaned forward and asked politely, "Are you okay?"

As a result, when the other party looked up, he was stunned.

Xu Shi bumped hard, tears in Meng Ruanqing's eyes could not be shed, coupled with his hazy vision without glasses, he looked over in a daze, innocent and wronged.

The two are so close that they can feel their breath.When the eyes met, Chen Juncong's eyes darkened a little unconsciously, and he raised his hand to gently rub the back of the other's head, and asked slowly, "Does it still hurt?"

The posture is a bit weird, like a hug that wants to refuse or welcome.Meng Ruanqing was awakened by this sentence, quickly put on her glasses and stood up.

"You...you are reading my book..."

He deliberately found a topic to ease the embarrassment.

Chen Juncong also stood up, glanced at half of the books in Meng Ruanqing's bag on the sofa and asked, "Aren't you reading my books too?"

Meng Ruanqing: "..."

He swore that he had never been so embarrassed to run away in his life.It's all a coincidence!

But the misunderstanding has already happened, and there is no way to explain it.Meng Ruanqing inexplicably sat down with the other party for dinner in the tormenting silence, and finally watched the live broadcast.

Of course, in the end, the staff member named Pei Lian slapped him to bits.

Seeing that the serious excavation news has turned into a report on the Qixi Festival, couples gather on the beach to fly sky lanterns, and the two associate professors who are clamoring for a duel are in very complicated moods.

On the second day, half of the Jianyuan restructuring failed to continue.Professor Meng informed that the U disk was forgotten at home, and the course was adjusted to tomorrow.

And Chen Juncong was sitting on the wooden chair on the balcony, with his right hand in his pocket, rubbing the USB flash drive, watching Professor Meng in the early morning sunlight looking around for something in his hand.

In fact, the book "Eighth Year of Jianyuan" is not bad.

But his own "Forgotten History" is slightly better.