Well, well, well - yours, yours, everything is yours!
Yang Si looked at the bamboo slips, which were almost as tall as a person, and felt a little depressed. He didn't know what had gotten into him just now. He agreed to be a part-time worker on a whim. What kind of part-time worker could come into contact with these messy but important internal affairs?
He turned his head and saw Wei Ci sitting by the tea stove, leisurely brewing tea and sipping it.
Yang Si raised his hand and pointed to the pile of bamboo slips that were as tall as a person. He asked with a grim smile, "Didn't you say you were very busy?"
If such a tall pile of bamboo slips fell, the weight could seriously injure a person.
He really did not know how a small Chengan District could have so many trivial matters. Yang Si wanted to capture Wei Ci and interrogate him properly.
Wei Ci pursed his lips and smiled shyly. He said embarrassedly, "I'm weak, I can't do it for a long time."
Yang Si secretly gritted his teeth. He sneered and said sarcastically, "It's fine if you lie to others, but you can't lie to me."
What weak?
Wei Ci's body was very weak, but it was not to that extent.
"Jing Rong, I really didn't lie to you. Last winter, I was trapped in the deep mountains. It was snowing heavily and cold air entered my body. My body is not like before. " Wei Ci still had a gentle smile on his face. His words sounded pitiful, but there was a hint of slyness in his eyes. "If you're too busy and fall sick, all the miscellaneous things in the government office will be piled on you. In this way, I can't bear to do it. "
Can't bear to do it?
"Touch your conscience. When you said this, did you mean it?"
Everyone knew each other well. Others said that Wei Ci was noble and virtuous, but he knew that this person was also full of evil tricks.
"Every word I said, absolutely not a lie," Wei Ci said.
Yang Si chuckled. He no longer had the strength to continue to refute.
He was really afraid that this fellow would really "fall sick and fall sick." Then, the trivial matters of the government office would be piled on him.
As for Jiang Pengji?
After capturing Yang Si as a free laborer, she was completely liberated from the government office.
Yang Si worked for three days in a row. He found that Jiang Pengji seemed to have disappeared from the world. Except for appearing on time at mealtimes, she was nowhere to be seen at other times. For lunch, Jiang Pengji carried a pile of bamboo slips into the kitchen as soon as the food was served.
At this moment, Yang Si realized that she was not wearing her usual wide-sleeved cloak. Instead, she was dressed in a neat brown dress. Her trousers were rolled up high above her knees, and her sleeves were rolled up, revealing most of her arms. Her feet seemed to have been soaked in the water for a long time.
Yang Si glanced at the bamboo hat on her head, and there was a strange look in his eyes.
Such down-to-earth attire did not resemble Liu Xi at all!
Didn't they say that Liu Xi came from a noble family in Hejian County?
"Your Highness, Ci will help you."
Wei Ci got up and wanted to help her take the heavy things. She looked at his body and walked around him.
Kuang –
The bamboo slips were placed on the table, giving off a dull and loud sound.
Jiang Pengji clapped her hands and said, "There have been more and more refugees entering the city recently. How's the progress of reclaiming the wasteland?"
Wei Ci did not feel awkward and replied, "According to the plan, about 30% of the wastelands have been opened up. It is estimated that it will take another two months for the wastelands to be completely opened up. Every mu of land has been recorded, and it will be distributed after the household registration is completed. "
Hearing about the household registration, Yang Si, who was at the side, really wanted to slam the table and leave.
There were more and more refugees outside, which meant that the work of household registration would become more and more onerous, not to mention the subsequent sorting and induction. If something went wrong, it would be troublesome to deal with it again in the future. Even a person like Yang Si could not bear it anymore.
Jiang Pengji felt Yang Si's resentment and said, "There's no hurry, as long as it can be completed before spring ploughing next year. The household registration is very important. It's fine to work slowly, but it's better to be slow than messy. Compared to this, I'm more worried that there will be a drought this year. "
Wei Ci and Yang Si were both stunned. "A drought?"
Jiang Pengji took a ceramic bowl, poured some cold water into it, and gulped it down.
"Yes, I've found a few experienced farmers. They also think that the weather this year will probably be hot and have little rain."
Jiang Pengji judged based on her own experience. In addition, her brain was strong, so she could see details that ordinary people could not.
However, in terms of farming, she still had to listen to the opinions of the old farmers.
Combining the information from both sides, Jiang Pengji felt that this year was probably not good.
The water conservancy facilities in Xiangyang District had taken shape. If they took good care of the crops in the fields and got through the summer, the autumn harvest this year should not be too bad.
However, the situation in Chengan District was different. There were not many crops, but more and more refugees gathered.
They could not possibly not drink water for the whole summer, could they?
She checked the files of the past and found a lot of things.
It turned out that Chengan District also had a few large-scale droughts. The fields were cracked, the rivers dried up, and the crops basically withered!
Wei Ci said, "If there's really a drought, I'm afraid the progress of reclaiming the wasteland will be delayed."
After the Tsing Yi Army wreaked havoc, the spring ploughing in Chengan District was basically scrapped. There were basically not many crops planted this spring.
If there was a drought this year, they did not have to worry about the crops in the fields. They only had to solve the water problem.
"It's okay, there's still a lot of time. Take it slowly." Jiang Pengji poured another bowl of water for herself. "I've brought a few farmers to the nearby mountains to look for water sources these few days. I'm trying to see if I can open up a canal. It just so happens that Xiheng's waterwheel can also come in handy …"
Zhang Ping, courtesy name Xiheng.
Ever since he was tricked into the fire pit that was Xiangyang District by his good friend Wei Ci, his daily life had been very "fulfilling."
Hearing what she said, Yang Si secretly looked at Jiang Pengji's feet.
No wonder her feet and calves looked pale from being soaked in the water. It turned out that she had gone deep into the mountains to look for water.
The audience in the streaming room had been following the livestream. Naturally, they knew how long Jiang Pengji's feet had been soaked in the water. Their hearts ached when they saw it.
Ouhuang Gangbazi: "Streamer, if the drought this year is very serious, I suggest building a smaller reservoir to store water!"
Jugao Gao: "Get rid of me. Look at the situation now. Digging a reservoir is not something that can be solved in a few days." That's easy to say. Where is the most reasonable place to dig a reservoir? How is the best place to build a reservoir? These are all things that require knowledge. It's not something that can be solved just by talking. If the reservoir is not built well, it can't be guaranteed that one year there will be a flood and the reservoir will collapse. When that time comes, won't those in a lower position drown? "
Rencaicheng Huanda: "Tsk, then it's very reasonable for the streamer to prepare to dig a canal? Is it that simple to dig a canal?
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