"The government office is flooded … The rain is too heavy."
Yang Si tied a knot at the hem of his shirt, revealing his two bare calves soaking in the water.
He moved the bamboo slips and documents to the cabinet for a long time. He was so tired that he was panting and could not straighten his back.
Wei Ci sat on the two stacked tables and looked at him with a smile. "Jing Rong, you eat and drink all day without doing any work. Are you suffering now? Look at how many bamboo slips you've moved, but you're so tired that you can't straighten your back. This won't do. "
Yang Si was so tired that his forehead was sweating. Unfortunately, Wei Ci was still making sarcastic remarks. He could not help but glare at him fiercely.
"Don't be so arrogant, you fox. When this matter is over, I'll go far away and never see you again, you black-hearted fox."
Yang Si and the boy servant panted as they moved the bamboo slips. Wei Ci sat on the table to avoid the water. What was this?
Unfortunately, Wei Ci was weak. If he was asked to do the hard work, he might fall into the water.
Wei Ci lifted his sleeves to cover his lips and smiled. "You can say this if you can walk away."
He had boarded Her Majesty's pirate ship and still wanted to leave. How could there be such a good thing in the world?
Yang Si's anger rose. He regretted coming to Chengan District for the umpteenth time.
If he had known earlier, he would have stayed under Prince Changshou's tent.
It was not worth it to sell himself to Jiang Pengji, Zhou Bapi, just for a few meals.
"You fox, if you don't restrain your nature, others will be so scared that they won't dare to come over."
Yang Si knew that Wei Ci had sent letters to many of his good friends with the intention of recruiting them.
But this was a trap. Once he jumped in, he could not get out.
Wei Ci blinked and said innocently, "Jing Rong, you don't have to worry about this. Looking at the time, the fat fish may have taken the bait."
Yang Si was strangely silent for a while and asked, "You mean the fat fish?"
So the friends that Wei Ci made were fat fish that could be tricked in his eyes?
Wei Zixiao, doesn't your conscience hurt?
What made his heart hurt was that he seemed to be one of the "fat fish" in Wei Ci's eyes.
If he had not walked right into the trap, he might have received a recruitment letter from Wei Ci.
Thinking of that scene, Yang Si felt that he was about to have a mental breakdown. He wished that he could throw Wei Ci into the water.
"You damned fox, see if I don't crush you to death today — I'm enforcing justice on behalf of heaven!"
Yang Si rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was going to fight Wei Ci to the death.
Watching the two teachers bickering and fooling around, the errand boy felt extremely tired.
When it came to hard work, his master had only helped a little. The heaviest work still fell on him.
The drainage pipes in Chengan District had not been paved yet. The previous drainage ditches were broken and old. After two days of heavy rain, the entire city had turned into a vast ocean. Fortunately, the water was not deep. Yang Si led the people to drain the water urgently. By noon, the water in the city had basically been emptied.
The situation in the other two counties was worse than Chengan District, but compared to before, the situation had improved a lot.
This heavy rain alleviated the drought in the north. The dry and cracked farmland was soaked in a layer of water. The dry and hard soil also turned into soft silt.
Yang Si and the others began to get busy. On one hand, they had to keep an eye on the construction of the houses in the city. On the other hand, they had to keep an eye on the burning of the hollow pipes. After the burning was done, they had to lead people to dig the ditches, drain the water in the ground, dry it, and then bury the hollow pipes …
Because Chengan District was this year's experimental county for farming, the number of wastelands reclaimed was huge. The people still needed to work day and night.
In addition to these trivial matters, they had to handle the resettlement of the refugees, the distribution of wastelands, the registration of personnel, the provision of porridge … all the trivial matters had to be handled.
I really hate that I didn't give me more hands when I was born!
These days, Yang Si was so busy that his eye sockets were sunken, his eye bags were dark, and his eyes were bloodshot. Even if the government office specially assigned a private chef for him, he could not be happy … because he was so damn tired that he did not even have time to eat. Wasn't this a trap!
Yang Si said shakily, "I'm going to write a letter and tell them … this is a trap, don't walk right into it …"
The originally calm and composed strategist was now as aggrieved as a child.
Wei Ci smiled and said, "That's not right. The more people there are, the less work to be shared."
If no one came, wouldn't he be the one who would be tired?
Yang Si looked like he had nothing to live for. "The thing I regret the most in this life is getting to know you. If there's a next life, remember to stay far away!"
Wei Ci smiled faintly and said mischievously, "It's useless for me to stay far away. The main point is to avoid the lord."
Thinking about his previous life, in order not to be a burden to Yang Si, the two of them had little contact in private. Did that mean that Yang Si did less work?
He was still so tired that he wanted to go on strike every day.
Her Majesty was too ambitious and had too many things to do. She looked like she could not wait to finish the things that would take thousands of years in a few decades.
Her Majesty was busy day and night. Which of the officials under her did not keep up with her bitterly?
If they wanted to be free in their next life, they had to first open their eyes wide to see clearly where Her Majesty was and avoid her. Only then could they be free.
Yang Si was so choked that he could not breathe.
After a while, he muttered, "Who do you think that fat fish is? Do I know him?"
Everyone's circle of friends was different. Wei Ci's friends might not be Yang Si's friends.
Wei Ci said, "You may have heard of this person. His name is Feng Zhen. His courtesy name is Zi Shi. He is from Zhangzhou's Anshan County. "
Zhangzhou's Anshan County?
Wasn't that Prince Changshou's fief?
According to Prince Changshou's previous role as a 'virtuous king', there was no reason for him to let a talent slip away from his hands.
"Zhangzhou's Anshan County. That place is very far from here. It takes at least half a year for your letters to come and go. How did you get a reply so quickly? "Yang Si frowned." I have heard of this Feng Zi Shi. His character is not very good. "
The key was that this Feng Zhen also seemed to be a sickly person.
Unlike Wei Ci's weak body that was acquired, Feng Zhen's weak body was brought out from his mother's womb.
Two sickly people gathered together. Were they trying to kill him, Yang Si?
Wei Ci said, "Zi Shi is a carefree person. He always likes to say, 'Happiness should be enjoyed in time, how can it be delayed?' His body is not good and he was born weak. It's not bad to have such a carefree personality. It's much better than being depressed in his heart and being young. "
Yang Si raised his eyebrows. It seemed like Wei Ci was also a person who liked to be stubborn and depressed all day long. Did he have the cheek to say this?
"Hearing you say this, I'm a little interested."
Wei Ci was silent for a while and looked at Yang Si with pity.
This kind of 'interest' was not good.
If not for Feng Zhen's ability, Wei Ci would not have been able to write letters to his friends in Zhongzhao. He really did not want to recruit Feng Zhen.
One Her Majesty was hard enough to serve. Now that there was Feng Zhen, his days would really be chaotic.
To put it nicely, Feng Zhen's temperament was carefree. To put it bluntly, he was unrestrained!
The Feng Zhen that Wei Ci knew in his past life could be described with one word – unrestrained!
Because doctors always said that Feng Zhen's body was weak and that he would not live long, Feng Zhen felt that life was short and that he had to enjoy himself. So this person courted death in all kinds of ways. He ate Hanshi powder like it was rice. He slept with women every night and drank until he was unconscious. He was proficient in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling. He thought about how to court death all day long and how to court death. He greatly damaged the atmosphere of the group under Her Majesty.
What was the result?
In his past life, Wei Ci had knelt down and Feng Zhen was still alive and kicking!
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