Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 557
I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

There are willows on the embankment, and Sun Changzhou boarded the embankment, overlooking the flood discharge area below. Although the acre of land is barren and precarious, there are still people who are tirelessly cultivating it.

"The Yellow River is finally stable now."

After a year, Sun Changzhou, as the governor of water transportation, actually put the main direction on the Yellow River.

After all, although the water volume of the Yellow River is small, the reason is wider than the canal. It is not known how much more convenient it is for the money and food in Henan Province to pass through the Yellow River.

Coupled with the flood discharge that year, Kaifeng was destroyed, and the efforts made in a year are only seven or eighty-eight, and we will continue to work hard in the future.

"Why is it so lively there?"

At this time, I suddenly saw a group of people, carrying something unknown, came to the bank of the Yellow River excitedly.

"I guess it's a wandering god!" The official on the side blurted out.

"It's spring plowing time, how can you be wandering?"

Sun Changzhou waved his sleeves and said in a cold voice, what a fool.

After saying that, regardless of his annoyance, he walked straight down the embankment and came to this group of people.

I saw there were men, women and children, about a hundred of them, in ragged clothes and straw sandals. Seeing a group of high officials coming, they knelt down slowly and put down the things in their hands.

Sun Changzhou took a closer look, and saw that what was placed on the ground turned out to be a wooden thing, square and square, with buckles at the end and the joints, as if they could be joined together.

Even seven or eight-year-old children joined hands to lift it.

"Old man, what is this?"

Sun Changzhou asked softly, regardless of the mud on the ground.

"Master Huiguan, this is a waterwheel sent by the county government."

An old man with white hair and beard, who is not young and has a lot of experience, said tremblingly:

"In the past, such good things were only available to wealthy families, but now the county government leases them to us, half a bucket of grain every day, and we will return it when it is harvested..."

"Water wheel?"

Sun Changzhou was stunned.

Even in Shaanxi, he was dawdling in the city. Wherever he has been to the countryside, he has only heard of such things, let alone seen them.

"It seems that your magistrate is really good!"

"That is, in Henan Province, we have been exempted from tax for three years and half-taxed for two years. The folks in the valleys and grasslands have all returned. They have land to plant, so who wants to drill into the woods."

Sun Changzhou smiled, shook his head and left.

The subordinate officer on the side frowned and said, "Governor, the Yellow River has little water. If these mud-legged people use it, it will be difficult for the tank boats to move."

"Didn't it still work in the past?"

Sun Changzhou was puzzled.

"That's because there is no waterwheel, and the waterwheel can draw water from the embankment several feet deep."

Another person explained: "In the past, some gentry could use it, but now ordinary people can also fetch water. The number of people fetching water has doubled. I'm afraid the river is not enough..."

"Nonsense—" Sun Changzhou raised his eyebrows, couldn't help it anymore, turned his head, and scolded directly: "The river water is for food, how can the people farm without water?"

"If there is no food, how can we transport it by water?"

Several subordinate officials hurriedly apologized, but there was still one person who said unyieldingly: "My subordinates think that the marriage of Nongsang and Sang is the responsibility of the local officials, and our Water Transport Yamen is in charge of water transportation."

"To put it bluntly, even if there is a bumper harvest in Henan's counties and counties, but the water transportation is insufficient, the governor's office will suffer."

Hearing this, Sun Changzhou was dumb and opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but he couldn't say anything.

Can he be blamed?People are thinking about themselves and the Yamen, and they are right.

Thinking, his eyes rolled, and his eyes gradually focused on this person.

The overwhelming pressure was directly on his body, but he still bent over humbly, his face remained motionless, stubborn and stubborn.

At this moment, he already understood that the person was just sensationalizing and attracting his attention.

"If you say that, there must be some way to get the best of both worlds?"

Sun Changzhou asked in a deep voice, staring at him fiercely, thinking that if he couldn't tell Zi Chou Yinmao, it would be revenge.

"Although the subordinates are humble, but after thinking about it, if the people use more water, it will definitely affect the water transportation."

Tang Bin forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and said bravely: "Now there are only two strategies. One is to regulate the water consumption of the Yellow River and its tributaries so that it will not affect the water transportation."

"Secondly, it is to dredge the sediment of the Yellow River, but it costs a lot..."

"All right!"

Sun Changzhou waved his hand to show that he understood, carefully weighed this person, and asked: "You are the master at such a young age, you must have achieved fame!"

"He is a Juren in the first year of Shaowu, named Tang Bin, in Suizhou City, Henan Province..."

Tang Bin half bent over, not daring to get up easily.

"Why did Juren come to the Yamen?"

Sun Changzhou asked curiously.

"I heard that my family is poor and I have nowhere to go, so I came to the yamen temporarily to take up a job, presumably waiting for the exam!"

"Ok!"

Only then did Governor Sun nod his head, and said, "Although you are a bit of a sensationalist, your heart is commendable."

"Speaking out at this time must be to wait for the disaster to happen in advance, so as to prevent the people from suffering! The little master has such thoughts."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

No wonder they felt that Tang Bin was a low-key and diligent person, so why was he so eager for quick success today and didn't follow the rules!

Tang Bin cast a look of gratitude.

Governor Sun's words can be said to have saved his reputation. How can he not cherish his reputation in Shilin?

Afterwards, Sun Changzhou did not continue to say anything, but sent someone to send 100 yuan silver dollars, asking him to study hard and strive to be admitted to Jinshi.

Tang Bin was naturally grateful.

At this moment, a noise came from Tang Bin's ears.

When he hurried out, he saw a few yamen servants who pasted official documents in front of the public notice board.

Walking forward crowded, two large characters came into view.

Provincial Examination——

"Can a scholar be an official?"

"Why not? How many scholars can a county have?"

"It's all right now, Mr. Xiucai is also very popular."

People talked about it and reported the greatest pleasure of eating melons.

But Tang Bin looked at it seriously and sighed: "Unfortunately, they are all secondary officials. Although there are ranks, it is difficult to improve—"

"Brother Tang, there is a lot to gain in your career, and I can only make a living."

At this time, several classmates and friends came over, all of whom had failed in the rankings, and they were all beaming.

"You can't underestimate it."

At this time, Zhao An, who usually didn't get along well with him, bit the bullet and said: "The sixth house of the county government has also entered the rank stream now, and in a few years, he can also be a county magistrate!"

"It's hard, it's still not as good as Jinshi!"

A few talents got together here, and people consciously gave way to the space.

At this time, the yamen servant came over and smiled flatteringly: "Several scholars, the provincial examination is very impressive, and His Majesty set it up himself."

"Once you pass the exam, you will immediately become the scribe of the sixth house of the county government. That power is not small, and you will also be the eunuch's family in the future."

"Fart, that's the official's house." At this time, Tang Bin and the others couldn't help but swear.

(End of this chapter)