Bachelor

Chapter 427 Qing Jiangpu ([-])

Looking at the high platform, I think about it, weeping and weeping.
Trees circle the outer road of Huaiyin embankment, and the wind connects the boat in front of Qingkou station.
The clear smoke is warm and clusters of people gather, and every draw loses to the national chip.
Most of all, at the north and south of the throat, Guanliang drives the torrent day and night.

The rain outside the window is still falling. In April, the peach blossom flood has come down, and the water of the Yellow River is getting higher and higher day by day. Even though the rain is pattering, but at night, the sound of surging waves is still thrillingly heard from afar .

The ink in the inkstone was dry, and after writing the last word, Fang Shangzu, the magistrate of Suining County, Huai'an Prefecture, put down the brush in satisfaction, rubbed his hands, and shouted: "Fang Yong, I have finally written a poem. A passable seven-character poem is a big deal. Hurry up, bring me the top-quality daughter red that I have treasured for many years."

Fang Yong is the uncle of Fang Shangzu, a scholar who was originally a talented person.It's a pity that since I was selected as a scholar at the age of 26, I have been taking the exam for 30 years in one breath, but I can't win the Juren.In addition to having no children, Fang Shangzu saw that he was pitiful, so he recruited him to use in the curtain.Now, Fang Yong is working as a house master in the county government office.Because he is on his own and has no reliance, he lives with Fang Shangzu Fangzhi County on weekdays, and serves Fangzhi County's food and daily life by the way.Although Fang Yong is old, he is in good health and is proficient in local government affairs. He is the most useful person under Fang Zhi County's subordinates.

Fangzhi County believes that although Fang Yong is his uncle, he has a good personal relationship with him, and he often discusses poetry and prose on weekdays.As soon as Fang Zhixian wrote something new, he immediately wanted to let Fang use it to taste it.

But he shouted twice, but did not hear Fang Yong's voice.

Fang Shangzu had no place to scratch the itch in his heart, he just felt a burst of annoyance in his heart, and unconsciously increased his anger: "Fang Yong, Fang Yong, ouch, my Uncle Fang, please come out soon, my lord can't wait!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of laughter like silver bells.A pretty smile appeared in front of Fang Shangzu, but it was Fang Wei, the 16-year-old daughter of Fangzhi County.

Fang Wei giggled, and hugged his father's neck: "Daddy, you are not in good health, so you can't drink."

Fang Wei is the only daughter of Fangzhi County, 16 years old this year.Probably inherited all the advantages of her father, this girl has a straight and handsome face, a tall figure, and fair skin.You must know that the selection of officials in the Ming Dynasty still paid great attention to appearance, especially local officials like magistrates who are not talented, so it is impossible.As for the court, there are even more beautiful men like Yang Shen and Lu Bing.

Fang Weiren is beautiful and very smart. He was raised by his family as a son since he was a child. After reading a lot of poems and books, he became even smarter, which made Fang Zhixian feel very happy.

However, this God will never concentrate all the advantages on one person, after all, he will give her some disadvantages.Miss Fang is smart and beautiful, but she is not healthy and has some lung problems. When she catches a cold, she coughs painfully, and sometimes even coughs up blood.

The Fang family also asked the doctors to show it to Fang Wei, but all the doctors couldn't help shaking their heads after getting their pulse, saying that Miss Fang would not live to be 20 years old.

Originally, Miss Fang lived in her hometown.It just so happened that this year, Li Yanwen, a master of medicine in Hubei, lived in Suining with his three-year-old son. Fang Zhixian told Mr. Li about his daughter's condition with the attitude of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.Li Yanwen thought for a while, and said, since he didn't see the patient, he couldn't prescribe the medicine.However, I think Miss Fang must have suffered from heat in the mother's womb, hurt her lungs, and fell ill in the womb.In this way, first prescribe a prescription and take a few doses.

The county magistrate got the prescription, and someone bought the medicine and sent it back to his hometown.

In less than two months, a letter from my hometown said that the young lady has recovered from her illness.

The county magistrate rejoiced in his heart, and remembered Mr. Li's words, so he asked someone to pick up his daughter from his hometown, so that he could be treated nearby.

Li Yan saw someone, and based on his pulse, he said that there is no cure for this pathogen.However, if the general rests well and takes his prescription again, it is possible to live another 30 to [-] years.

People in the Ming Dynasty didn't live long. Miss Fang is already in her teens this year, and if she lives another 20 years, she will be regarded as the end of her life.

The county magistrate was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly took medicine for his daughter to take care of her body.

Now, three months have passed, and seeing her daughter's face turn red and plump day by day, Fangzhi County is so happy that she is about to shed tears.

Fang Zhixian was hugged by his daughter's neck, his heart felt sweet, he hurriedly pulled her arm away, and said with a smile: "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, what will it look like if other people see it. Hey, since you came to Suining , as a father, I haven’t drunk alcohol for several months. I finally wrote a proud poem today, why, don’t you want to break this alcohol prohibition?”

As he said that, Fang Zhixian cupped his hands again and again: "Daughter, you should be pitiful as a father. The wine worms in my stomach and I are about to crawl out."

Miss Fang pouted: "No, it just can't. Isn't it just a poem? According to my daughter, it's just a middle-aged figure. There's nothing to celebrate."

Even though he said that, Fang Zhixian was still very happy: "My precious daughter's eyes are higher than the top, and ordinary poems and essays will naturally not be able to enter your eyes. I am also very pleased to be evaluated by your appearance."

Ms. Fang put away her smile, and said seriously: "Indeed, I don't like ordinary words. My daughter's evaluation of her father is also very high in the eyes of all scholars in the world. If Sun Dan's poems count First, then, Young Bachelor Yang is the second. Father should be the third."

Fang Shangzu shook his head again and again: "As a father, I can't compare to those two great talents in the Imperial Academy, so you don't have to forgive me." Having said that, he asked again: "Daughter, what have Sun and Yang been up to lately?" Is there a new work coming out?"

Miss Fang giggled, and replied: "Little Bachelor Yang doesn't have any new works, but Sun Jingyuan has a good poem published, and the artistic conception in it is similar to my father's new poem."

Hearing this, Fang Shangzu became energetic: "Read it quickly and listen to it, it seems like it."

Miss Fang picked up the pen and started writing quickly on the paper.She is handsome and slender, but she writes beautiful Su Dongpo script, which is thick and full, quite imposing: "The same is about leaving sorrow, and the same is about southern scenery, but in Sun Jingyuan's pen, there is another charm."

Soon, Sun Dan's poem was recorded.

Fang Zhixian saw it and couldn't help but read out loud:
"The day is slanting in the mighty sorrow of separation,
Yin whip east point is the end of the world.
Luohong is not a heartless thing,
Turn into spring mud to protect flowers"

"Good poetry!" Fang Zhixian patted the table and gasped loudly.

Miss Fang's eyes were also full of crystal light: "It is indeed a good poem."

Fang Zhixian suddenly picked up his poem draft, put it on the candle and lit it.

Miss Fang was shocked: "What is father doing?"

Fang Shangzu sighed: "Daughter, what a middle-of-the-road posture, what is the third place. After reading this poem, as a father, I realized that you are just lenient my heart. In front of Sun Jingyuan's words, what I wrote is still not as good as it is. It's really worse than shit!"

Miss Fang said seriously: "Father doesn't need to be so angry, how many Sun Jingyuan are there in this world, how many Yang Shen are there?"

Only then did Fang Zhixian laugh again: "That's the truth." After laughing, he remembered something: "Where did this Fang Yong go?"

Miss Fang replied: "Seventh Uncle went up to the embankment to see the water situation as soon as it was dark, didn't he tell father?"

Only then did Fang Zhixian slap his forehead: "Father is really busy these days, but I forgot about it. Alas!" He looked out the window hesitantly, it was still pitch black outside, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but the sound of rain It's endless, and there seems to be no sign of stopping.Amidst the rustling rain, there was a rumble of water coming from the east. It was the roar of the Yellow River.

Hearing the sound of pouring water, Fang Shangzu suddenly raised his heart to his throat.The reason why Suining is named Suining County is to take the meaning of "Suishui is peaceful". In fact, it is not peaceful here.From ancient times to the present, it has been flooded for ten years and nine times, and the Sui River has rushed into the city every now and then since the Warring States Period, sweeping away Suining County.

Fortunately, during the Song Dynasty, the government repaired the river embankment every year, but it also controlled the flood.But in the Yuan Dynasty, the world was in chaos, and there was no one to control the water.In the early Ming Dynasty, when the Yellow River seized the Huaihe River and entered the sea, it even flowed through here.Therefore, Suining is fine if there is no flooding. Once a flood occurs, the intensity of the disaster will be much greater than before.In August of the fourth year of Longqing, the Yellow River broke down, and the north and south collapsed. The general trend was from the shallow white waves in Suining to the Suqian Xiaohe, where the ancient Sui River entered Si.

Up to now, the city walls of Suining County have still had time to be rebuilt.

The weather this year is very strange. From last winter to March this year, there has been no rain, the ground is so dry that dust can be raised, and the cracks are as wide as a hand.

The ancients said that after a long drought, there must be a big flood.

Sure enough, since April, it has been raining non-stop for ten days, and the water of the Yellow River is almost swollen over the dam.

The county magistrate knew that the Yellow River would not have breached its mouth. Once breached, it would be a catastrophe for more than 3 people in the entire Suining County.Therefore, he sent people to look at the water on the embankment every day, and he did not dare to relax at all.

When will this rain stop?If you don't stop, once you break your mouth, then...

Fang Shangzu touched his forehead and felt cold sweat.

At this time, suddenly, there was a commotion in the yamen, and more than a dozen yamen servants shouted at the same time: "Master Fang, Mr. Fang, Master Fang is dead!"

As soon as the words were finished, more than a dozen yamen servants rushed in carrying a bloody man.

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