The sound of the ocean tide washing the beach is monotonous and long-lasting. Various seabirds still fly tirelessly over the port. Ships of materials from overseas are moved around and then sent to various places.
The fishermen who fished in the coastal waters went out on a boat every day and saw that some fish and shrimps were dead. They immediately found the local medical clinic nervously and told professionals about the tragedy of the fishes and shrimps after their deaths. With a look of patience, the fisherman presented the dead fish and shrimps and felt a little relieved when they watched the other side slice the fish and shrimps one by one, and put them under the weird-looking objects.
The large fishing boats fishing in the far sea leaned on the shore specially provided for them, and the fish that had been dug out and wiped with salt were put on the dock at the fastest speed for sorting.
Pick out the rotten fish and put them aside for other treatments. If the fish is not salted enough, re-salt them, and then expose them to the sun or take them to a special ventilated room to dry them in the shade.
The fishy smell is permeating, and the dried salted fish and salted shrimp are sent to the logistics distribution center and sent to places where there is less Datang fish and less salt. As for whether others are eating it steamed or fried, it is not what fishermen care about.
The railroad tracks at the freight terminal have been paved. After the efficiency has been greatly improved, some port porters have become unemployed. They will go to the state capital's vocational school to learn new survival techniques.
For one hundred days, they will receive almost the same additional government subsidy as the removal work. After that, they will be assigned to a designated location by the government to work. Within one month, if they still cannot adapt to the new job, they will be re-assigned. When they study in the school, the three-month subsidy is halved. At the same time, the officials who arranged them to study specific technical subjects resigned.
Xu Mingyang, the governor of Luzhou who caused all this, is still standing in front of his knife and penman at the dock, recording the number of working people working, and occasionally chatting with the locals.
The sea breeze and the sun printed the traces of time on his face, but his fair skin gave him a touch of health. Compared with the previous days, he felt that his life was much more fulfilled.
I don’t know when Xu Mingyang became keen to write about his life. He wrote down his daily loss, gains, and feelings on paper. The same is true of my wife and concubine.
It was not until one day that he was on vacation, drank too much wine, and wandered around in the gentle village of a few women such as his wife and concubines, did he speak of his motivation to write about his life. Beckham promised him that he was willing to print what he had written into a book, the title of the book. I have all thought about it, called "The Spring and Autumn of a Cishi's Mind". As for why it is not "Winter and Summer of a Cishi's Mind", that is because Xiaoyuan said when he asked that there is no winter, summer and Warring States in history, only Spring and Autumn.
Mother, Xu Cishi was scolding mother in his heart at the time. He thought it was about the four seasons. I would have known it a long time ago, and I would be despised by others.
What can comfort the soul is that Xiaobei promised to print 200,000 copies first, and each copy was sold to Datang officials with consistent money, and two hundred wen were distributed to him, which is 40,000 tons of income. If there is no corruption, no bribery, It is difficult to make this money just by being an official.
If you can embezzle and accept bribes... forget it, it’s too dangerous, because the book he wrote, Xiaobei, said that he first sold 20,000 copies to Si Cao Cengjun in Quanzhou, because he was too rich, and he threw away countless food at a cocktail party. .
At that moment, Xu Mingyang was mentally balanced. He was very grateful to the unborn children of Zhang Wang’s family. If they hadn’t existed, perhaps the knife of Datang’s inspection envoy would have fallen on him, and now he has a chance to change. For the Quanzhou army, if he can't get news in advance and asks for a leave of absence, he will start to go to hell when the four little guys descend on the earth.
"Nine, stop, slowly put down the box you are carrying, find someone to carry it with you, and let me find out that you carry more things, I will deduct your wages today."
Xu Mingyang, who was thinking about what to write in the evening, was awakened by the action of the stevedore at an exit in front of him, raised his eyelids, and said with an awkward smile.
"Not sinking." Yiyan No.9 put down the box, wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied with a silly smile.
"Don't sink your legs, why are you trembling? When the official is not literate? The big words on the box are written,'Overseas a box of ore must be inspected', it seems that you are not satisfied with the life of night school, blame the official, one month After that, the first 150 cross officials in the children’s enlightenment will test you personally. If you can’t write a single word, you will go to the official’s house in the future, and the official will teach you personally. Stay away from me, you silly dog. "
Xu Cishi, who was talking to porter No.9, raised his foot and kicked a male dog who used his leg as a vent for his physiological needs. Then he continued to say to No.9: "That’s it. This dog is Whose home?"
"My lord, it's a life-saving dog." No.9 said with a sad expression, obviously not wanting to learn.
"Allow it to change positions. People who need to be rescued in the water can't wait for it to tremble. When it snows, it will kill and eat meat to make up for it."
Xu Mingyang glared at the dog again and said.
"It's snowing? Okay, my lord, you're so kind, stupid dog. You dare to go over and take you to the north of the Yellow River. It's really snowing there." No. 9 cursed a skinless dog and greeted another. The porters lifted the box together and left.
Xu Mingyang shook his head slightly, and continued to record the work of the porter. As for the dog, he admitted that the cook in his home had never made him eat non-disgusting dog meat.
"Perhaps it can be handed to Zhang Xiaobao, he has research on this." Xu Mingyang's thoughts flew up again and muttered.
"Thank you for the compliment. I can really make dog meat delicious, but I don’t like eating dog meat. I use a lot of processes and seasonings. It is troublesome. As long as there are other things, I try not to eat dogs. Still used to life?"
Just after Xu Mingyang muttered, a strange and familiar voice sounded behind him. It is strange because this voice does not appear in his ears from time to time. What is familiar is that even if this voice appears once, he must keep it in mind because it belongs to Zhang Xiaobao, a guy who kills without seeing blood.
"Zhang, Master Zhang." Xu Mingyang turned his head and said in a trembling voice.
"Don't, don't call me that. I'm not my adoptive father. Some people call him Gao Ye. I'm just the Jiedu Envoy of the Bohai Governor's Mansion.
Zhang Xiaobao, who took Wang Juan for a stroll, said sincerely, but hearing his words in other people's ears always made people feel very hypocritical.
Xu Mingyang was the one who felt hypocritical. He stood up and tried his best to make his smile more natural. He nodded to Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan, respectively, and said, "I don't know why Zhang Jiedu and Wang Deputy Jiedu come to the dock?"
Xu Mingyang regrets it again when the words are spoken. Shouldn't he say this, shouldn't people come to the dock? The wharf is not owned by your Luzhou governor. What's more, you always feel that your governor does not have a proper name and words, even though the official seal and documents clearly state that you are the governor of Luzhou.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan both smiled and didn't care. Zhang Xiaobao said, "Actually, there is nothing serious. A group of grandpas in the nursing home said... They said that the recent weather is not so good. It seems that there will be a sea breeze. It should be a hurricane."
"Ah? Zhang, Master Zhang, don't scare me." Xu Mingyang felt his chest twitch and shouted, holding the part of the heart with both hands.
"What are you afraid of? I just mention it. There have been several typhoons in Luzhou when you were not a governor. It was nothing but heavy rain. Some houses fell and a few rows of trees fell. It was calm. Compared to then, the current typhoon. It’s not a problem at all. We came here to tell you first, don’t wait for the wind to blow, and you will be chaotic instead of others."
Zhang Xiaobao patted Xu Mingyang's shoulder to comfort him.
Xu Mingyang calmed down slowly, thinking of the roads and house layout in Luzhou, and found that he was really not afraid of hurricanes. Under the wide square-like road was a bluestone "sewer", which was more than one metre wide and more than one person high. One after another, they don't know how many there are.
The highest house is no more than three stories tall. It is built of bamboo and wood. Once people are removed, they will blow at will. When the wind passes, people will come back. With the support of Zhang and Wang's family, that loss is nothing at all. The boat parked at the pier. Just break it and rebuild it.
"It is good if it is, it is good if it is, I just don't know if the marshals have arranged it? I can leave with a blanket." Xu Mingyang, who recovered his calm, did not forget to take care of Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's mother.
Zhang Xiaobao nodded: "It's all over. Actually, I really hate that at this time, I can't see the traces of the hurricane. I can only judge from experience. At that time, a typhoon can be blown away. If it is sunny, it must be sunny. If it needs rain, it will have to be pouring rain. It can’t work now, there’s nothing I can do.”
While speaking, Zhang Xiaobao glanced at Wang Juan, Wang Juan nodded, and then the two looked up at the sky together.
They could indeed do this at that time. The typhoon can be eliminated as it is formed. It is nothing more than the magnetic field and air currents caused by cold and heat. Without rainfall, clouds can be formed artificially, and dark cloud pressure can be artificially dispersed. Everything is considered cost-effective. It's a good deal.
In addition to human lives, if the weather causes less damage than the money that can be interfered, let it go raging, and if it is higher, stop it. If you have money and want to play fun, you can create a tornado by yourself, provided that you don’t hurt it. other people.
Both Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan wanted to know whether a hurricane would form and where it would blow in the end, but they couldn't achieve such a simple request. There are no satellites.
But Xu Mingyang didn't understand the two of them. Hearing what Zhang Xiaobao said, he thought of the immortals for a while. "At that time" he thought of the two of them as immortals.
So he said with a trembling voice again: "I, I will try my best to ensure the safety of the local people."
"You don’t need your guarantee for the safety of the local people. I’m here with the cuckoo. I asked you to ask, do you know Japanese? Many Japanese will come in two days, and then Japan needs someone from the Tang Dynasty to sit there. Juanjuan and I can’t get away, and we can’t completely send people in my family who can speak Japanese to take care of things. Otherwise, wouldn’t Japan become my home? Can you understand?”
Zhang Xiaobao finally told the business that he and Wang Juan had come over and wanted to talk to Xu Mingyang.
Maybe it was because Zhang Xiaobao's words were too jumpy, Xu Mingyang didn't react for a while, and he didn't wake up until another ship honked its horn and approached the dock, and asked, "You guys, think, want me to go to Japan?"