The red sun slowly poked its head out from the east, and the moon in the west quietly disappeared. It was dawn. Zhong Shiheng hurried to the bridge in Tianjin and said to Xu Ping: "Du Cao came to patrol, why don't you tell your subordinates to accompany you?"

"It's not considered a patrol, but I got up early today and came here to relax."

As Xu Ping said, he signaled Zhong Shiheng to go to the steps of the bridgehead and down to the beach of the Luo River together.

To build a dam upstream, the Luo River waterway in the city must be cleaned, dredged and deep, and steps must be built in several important areas as a sign to indicate the water level. In winter, the water is shallow, and the upstream begins to block water. Here, as long as a temporary drainage channel is dug from the side, the water is diverted away, and the riverbed is exposed, then the construction can be carried out.

Since the Tang Dynasty, although Tianjin Bridge was destroyed and repaired, the river channel was rarely cleaned, and the riverbed was wide open. Every summer and autumn, it would flow everywhere. At this time, the water receded, and the river beach was full of pebbles, walking on it, one foot high and one foot low.

The water vapor is everywhere on the Luo River, like heavy fog and like water is boiling. In the winter in the north, when the weather is sunny on the day without freezing, it will be like the water surface. It is often difficult to have an illusion, as if the water is very warm.

The wind was blowing from unknown direction, and it swept across the river with the water vapor in the river and hitting its face, which made people feel refreshed, but it also felt particularly cold.

Seeing that Zhong Shiheng was wearing thin clothes, Xu Ping said to him: "It's cold, Zhongping also wears more clothes and be careful of catching a cold."

Zhong Shiheng bowed and said, "Report to the capital, the matter of clearing the river is on the lower officials, and it is like fighting a war. The lower officials are waiting for the dawn every day. The soldiers said: The army well is not reached, and the general will not say thirst; the military station is not done, and the general will not say tired; the military stove is not cooked, and the general will not say hunger. The winter is not covered with fur, the summer is not carried out, and the rain is not covered with covers. The subordinate officials supervise the river work and keep this statement. Now the people who build rivers only have thin cotton coats to keep the cold. How can the subordinate officials not share the joys and sorrows with them!"

After hearing this, Xu Ping looked at his thick clothes and waved his hand with a smile: "Okay, if you have this heart and can obey the orders, you will be able to do this well. It's just that when you say that I'm wearing a bloated dress here, it's inappropriate."

Zhong Shiheng hurriedly said: "Du Cao is the head coach of this matter, how can he use the general rule theory? A body of thousands of gold will naturally be safe!"

"No matter what you say, I won't take these things seriously. But I tell you that the body is the capital to do things. Whether it is your own body or the body of the Hegong, you must ensure that you are healthy and free of illness or disasters."

Zhong Shiheng responded loudly.

Although Xu Ping had led troops to fight wars, he never thought he was a military general and asked him to see any general, but he just looked at it and did not do it accordingly. In his heart, he still believed that a strict system was the most important. A scientific system could make the entire army strictly obey and do things according to the system, which was more reliable than relying on officers to take the lead.

Generals directly lead troops to charge into battle. They must endure hardships and enjoy themselves later. Only by considering everything for their soldiers can they gain the trust and respect of their subordinates and work hard when fighting. This is what the traditional Chinese military strategy has always emphasized. Military orders must be strict and the morale of the army must be consistent. All of this must be set an example. However, things often go against their wishes. Most of the time, they are corrupted from the generals first. Generals are greedy for life and afraid of death, so soldiers will naturally not do their best.

At this time, the sun had risen, and the camps of river workers began to make breakfast. It is said that breakfast should be eaten with some thinness, but these people do heavy work that consumes energy, and the oil and water in their stomachs are not useful. They eat big bowls of rice and steamed buns with big mouths in the early morning. It looks simple, and this is something that most people in this era cannot eat.

In order to increase the nutrition of these people, Xu Ping specially collected soybeans from around him. One was to squeeze out oil to fry fried dough sticks, and each person had to divide two breakfast pieces. The other was to make soybeans into tofu, mixed with various dishes and let them cook them to dinner tonight.

At this time, soybeans are rarely used to squeeze oil. Except for some tofu, most of them are used as feed for horses, donkeys and other livestock, so they are not expensive. In addition, beans are often used for rotation and are adjusted with other crops. The yield is not low, so it is easier to buy.

However, the fried dough sticks fried with soybean oil are a bit earthy and fishy. Xu Ping ate them for many days before he could not feel the taste.

The river workers all recognized Zhong Shiheng. When they saw him walking behind Xu Ping, they knew that the person who was coming was a high-ranking official, and they all stood up to salute. Xu Ping was walking while greeting them and looking around casually.

Wang Xuezhai took two fried dough sticks in one hand, took a bite, and then took a bite of the steamed bun in the other hand, feeling extremely sweet. Some people actually said that the pasta fried with soybean oil has a taste, it is really pretentious, it is very fragrant, but what does it taste like!

Liang Guancheng squatted on the side, holding a big bowl with one hand, drinking porridge while sucking and eating steamed buns with the other hand. The two fried dough sticks were soaked in the porridge by him. After eating, he raised his head and said to Wang Xuezhai, who was standing: "Scholars, you can drink a sip of porridge, eat it so hard. After drinking the porridge, you will be careful to swell your belly. You are obviously a scholar, so why do you eat like a coolie? Scholars should be more gentle to eat?"

Wang Xuezhai said indifferently: "If you were like me, you wouldn't have eaten a full meal for a few months, you wouldn't be so chewing slowly. I tell you that on the way to escape from famine, sometimes you really rush to eat. If you eat a bite, you will have that bite of food in your stomach and it will be gone if you are late. As for drinking porridge, it will be the same sooner or later, and maybe it will be thicker below!"

"It's not that I'm running away from the famine now. Don't you care about enough food every day. You don't have to be so anxious until you have enough food. Besides, eating so much dry food in your stomach will make you swell after drinking porridge."

"I feel more at ease when I get angry, and I feel powerful when I work. You haven't suffered any disaster, you don't understand this principle!"

Wang Xuezhai had a big mouthful of steamed bun and a small mouthful of fried dough sticks, and he ate happily. Liang Guancheng shook his head, not knowing what to say.

Seeing Xu Ping and Zhong Shiheng coming from afar, Liang Guancheng stood up from the ground and said to Wang Xuezhai: "Look at that side, the officials from Cao are here. Oh, don't eat like this anymore, what do you think of the officials?"

Wang Xuezhai’s fried dough sticks came to his mouth. After hearing this, he was stunned for a moment and asked, “Who is Ducao official?”

Liang Guancheng came to Wang Xuezhai and pointed at Xu Ping and said, "It is the young official walking in front of the official. I heard that when he was an official in Lingnan, he once defeated Jiaozhi, captured Jiaozhi, and was granted the title of Marquis of Yongning County. Now he is the transferee of the capital of Jingxi Road."

"Oh, I know, in order to destroy Jiaozhi, I once told the world that it was the Marquis of Yongning County who came."

Liang Guancheng took a sip of porridge and kept whispering: "I heard that the Ducao official sold alcohol at home. Because he passed the Jinshi, he went to Lingnan to become an official, and he made such great achievements in an instant. You are also a scholar. Will you also be a Jinshi in the future and make such great achievements and become such a high official? If you are rich and noble, don't forget each other, don't forget me at that time."

Wang Xuezhai laughed silently: "Every few years after the imperial examination, how many of the hundreds of people who have passed the imperial examination have made such achievements? If every imperial examination has destroyed a country, I don't know how many countries there are in the world, but they are invincible."

"How come you know it's not enough? I heard that outside the Song Dynasty, there are huge places, and there are thousands of small countries."

Wang Xuezhai shook his head: "Where did you hear the idle talk? To the north and east are the Khitan, to the west are Dangxiang, and to the west are Tubo, where do you come from the thousands of small countries?"

Liang Guancheng smiled and said, "You scholar are not knowledgeable, right? You only know how to go north! Let me tell you, the border between the Song Dynasty and the south is all the sea. You take a boat out of the sea. I don't know how many lands there are on the island!"

"There are all illusory things on the sea, how can we take them seriously?"

"Why can't you take it seriously? Henan Prefecture is a big place. Some people go out to do business in the sea. I have seen it with my own eyes, so there is still fake!"

Wang Xuezhai smiled and shook his head, not knowing whether he believed what Liang Guancheng said or did not want to argue with him.

As he walked along the way, seeing that the spirit of the Hegong was good, Xu Ping slowly relaxed his heart. What he feared the most was that the Hegong was listless and resentful. People were forced to do hard work, so they should have subjective initiative.

After walking for a hundred or two hundred steps, Zhong Shiheng pointed to the front and said, "The one standing there is Wang Xiucai, whose real name is Wang Xuezhai, from Rencheng, Jeju, Jingdong Road. This man is very knowledgeable in his stomach. Most of the official documents that come and go in the river craftsman are replied through his hands. It is clear and clear, and it is very rare."

Xu Ping nodded: "Oh, it's really not easy. Before the disaster, did he take the initiative in the village?"

"I heard that his father was still alive at that time and his family could only provide one person's career, but he did not accept it."

Xu Ping said: "If it is really good, after the river is completed, you can recommend it to the Imperial College for study, which is easier to explain."

Zhong Shiheng agreed and wrote down this matter.

It would be a great idea if these victims were able to become a Jinshi. Xu Ping would support everything he did in the future, which was much more convenient. Identity was not a problem. When Du Yan was young, his mother remarried and was abused by two brothers at home. He ran to his mother's stepfather but refused to take him in, so he wandered between Mengzhou and Luoyang. Later, he passed the Jinshi and now he has become the Chief Censor.

When they arrived in front of Wang Xuezhai and Liang Guancheng, they hurriedly put down the food in their hands and came up to greet them.

Xu Ping said: "No need to be polite. I just ask a few words and don't let your meal cool down."

The two of them said together: "What's the point? If you have any questions, please give me the order."

Xu Ping asked about their identities, first casually asked about Liang Guancheng's life experience, and then Wang Xuezhai.

Wang Xuezhai answered one by one.

Xu Ping nodded and asked casually what books Wang Xuezhai read and what knowledge he learned. Xu Ping did not want to take the knowledge of Wang Xuezhai. He was not interested in it, but mainly to see whether Wang Xuezhai's thinking is clear and whether he has cleaned his words.

After hearing Wang Xuezhai say this, Xu Ping nodded: "Yes, Zhongping said that you are very capable of handling official documents and have helped a lot. After the scriptures, you will definitely not treat you badly."

Wang Xuezhai hurriedly thanked.

After leaving the two, Xu Ping said to Zhong Shiheng: "Talents are rare and people with capable personnel are available, so you have to find opportunities to use them."
Chapter completed!