Chapter 69: Sleeping with enough rest

Author: Add coriander to crucian carp soup

Chapter 69: Sleeping with enough rest

"Fair, but disrespectful."

Zhong Ping sorted out the information in his mind about the impact of the "canal society" in the Song Dynasty on the management of balanced water distribution in the fields.

After making adjustments according to the situation in Dongjun and confirming that there were no theoretical problems, he straightened his face and accepted Cao Cao's invitation to return to his residence.

Speaking of the management of farmland irrigation, it has been recorded that at least in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, there were full-time personnel responsible for the distribution of relevant farmland irrigation water.

For example, in the Han Dynasty documents dated to the second year of Taishi (266 AD) and the third year of Taishi, the official position of Shuicao was clearly recorded.

It was recorded in the "Book of Zhou: Chronicles of Foreign Regions" written in the sixth century AD that "each city in Gaochang had a household cao, a water cao, and a field cao..."

By the Song Dynasty, the composition and functions of grassroots organizations that managed farmland irrigation became more specific, and the most representative one was the "Qushe".

"Qushe" is generally composed of about twenty beneficiary households, and the person in charge is called "Lu Shi".

When a flood occurs, the recorder will notify the "channel people" to go out to work to prevent floods. After the message is conveyed, the channel households will pass it on again.

Flood fighting teams can be mobilized from top to bottom in the shortest possible time to improve the overall efficiency of flood response.

Moreover, when danger occurs in various channels on weekdays, the "recorder" will also notify each "channel person" to bring their own tools and materials and go out for repairs on a regular basis.

Although this form of organization is private in nature, it has the support and guarantee of the government and has its own reward and punishment system. Those who do not report to work on time will be punished according to common practice.

The implementation of "canal cooperatives" is of great significance to maintaining the normal operation and long-term use of channels. It is also of great reference value for the current Dongjun County.

Well, if you want to set up a "canal society", you still have to go to the fields and villages yourself to get a good understanding of the situation.

"Bo Heng has been busy all the way. Please take a good rest. My uncle and nephew will have a detailed talk at night."

Cao Cao stopped and gave some kind instructions.

Zhong Ping had been thinking about it all the way, but was brought back from his thoughts by Cao Cao's voice, and was a little stunned for a moment.

Well, this is it?

He looked up and saw that the opposite side of the street was occupied by a group of people.

The pillars and walls are carved and painted with vermilion paint, and the solid wood door is carved with hollow patterns and painted with fairy clouds, giving it an extraordinary style and impressive nobility.

As expected of Boss Cao, this aesthetic is simply top-notch, but this beautiful text... is very similar to the one in Situ's mansion. I think most wealthy families are like this.

Zhong Ping admired the fine writing on the door and couldn't help but think of the first time he visited Wang Yun. He felt a little sad in his heart and stood silently in front of the door. After a while, he stepped inside.

"Little sir, please come with us."

Cao Ang saw his own mansion and volunteered to be Zhongping's guide.

He took Cao Cao's place very smoothly and walked into the house first, not paying attention to Cao Cao's expression that turned dark again.

Zhong Ping nodded slightly, thinking that Cao Ang was asking him to go down to rest. He raised his feet and stood behind him, then walked inside.

Cao Ang walked at the front happily and scratched his head.

Strange, I feel a tingling sensation on my back.

Cao Ang didn't think much about it. He introduced the layout of the mansion to Zhong Ping as he walked.

Zhong Ping was worried that if he lived in Cao Cao's house, wouldn't it be rude if he accidentally bumped into the female family members?

Naturally, he was extremely focused at this time. He remembered all the places mentioned by Cao Ang in his heart. The two of them listened to each other and left Cao Cao at the door.

Cao Cao: Suddenly I felt that it was okay not to have this son.

"Little sir, this is the study room. My father usually handles official business here..."

Zhongping walked through the corridor and looked towards where Cao Ang was pointing. At first glance, he didn't notice where the study was.

Instead, I saw the lush greenery in the side courtyard not far away, which was extremely quiet, and I felt quite at ease in my heart.

Although Cao Ang's actions and words gave people a careless appearance, he was extremely attentive to the people he cared about, and he naturally felt a sense of peace.

"This side courtyard is usually uninhabited. Occasionally, when my father is in a mood, he will enjoy the scenery in the courtyard with Mr. Cai... This place is elegant and unique, and the view is very suitable for a young gentleman to live. What do you think of it?"

"We are close in age, so we can just call each other by words."

Zhong Ping felt uncomfortable when Cao Ang kept calling him "little sir", so he smiled helplessly.

"Haha, the little gentleman is really free and easy, not bound by vulgar etiquette!"

Cao Ang laughed at first, and then said solemnly, "The young gentleman will be your teacher. Even if Ang doesn't pay attention to etiquette, you can't neglect him."

Zhongpei was stunned.

No wonder Boss Cao loves Cao Ang so much. Taking Cao Ang's ability to control his emotions as an example, he is very much like his father!

Cao Ang didn't stay too long. He ordered his servants to tidy up the room, told Zhong Ping to get some rest, and then left.

In fact, he wanted to stay and chat with Zhongping for a while, but Zhongping was indeed a little sleepy, and his injuries were not fully healed, so he was in low spirits.

Cao Ang heard a hint of hoarseness at the end of his voice. After exiting Zhongping's room, he summoned a maid and asked her to tell the kitchen to make a bowl of rice milk and deliver it to Zhongping.

The maid took the order and was about to leave, but Cao Ang called her to stop her and warned her earnestly: "If the young gentleman has already fallen asleep when he comes back, there is no need to send him off again. I'm afraid it's not new. I'll wait on the side first. When he wakes up, I'll order someone else in the kitchen."

Do it, do you understand?"

"promise."

Zhongping didn't know that Cao Ang cared about him.

He was lying on the bed, although his eyes were sore from sleep, but there were many thoughts in his mind.

I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what, so I could only stare at the window with my eyes wide open.

This room is not big, about the same size as a university dormitory in Zhongping.

The walls were painted a light yellow with some unknown paint, matching the soft green leaves outside the window.

The window lattice is carved with small prismatic grids and is not covered with a screen, so half a branch of peach blossom can be seen diagonally into the window.

When the wind blows, the peach blossoms sway lightly.

The sunlight was divided into many small square pieces and sprinkled on the bed. Zhongping was bored and stretched out his hand to catch it. His fingers passed through the sunlight and happened to catch the falling peach blossom petals.

He turned his head to look with some confusion, but saw an old tree in front of the eaves, covering the windows with thick shade, and the surroundings were green.

"who?"

Tanehira quickly stood up and took a look, and found out that the last time he was kidnapped had indeed given him PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).

He casually grabbed a nearby copper lamp and stuck it on the door bolt. After confirming that outsiders could not enter his room, he moved to the window.

The people outside the window were startled by Zhongping's shout and raised their heads in panic.

The eyes are bright, the eyebrows are light, the green clouds are high, the hairpins are clustered with small dragonflies, and the peach blossoms are blowing all over the breast.

"Mr. Lang."

The woman lowered her head half shyly and half respectfully, revealing a section of her neck made of snow, carefully picked off the peach petals on her clothes, and bowed in salute.

Zhongping had never seen such a scene before. He was at a loss for a moment, and it took him a long time to think of asking him to get up.

Based on the other party's clothes, Zhong Ping also guessed that this woman should be the maid arranged by Cao Ang for him. He coughed twice and asked, "Who are you?"

"My maid, Tannu." The maid slightly bent her knees, and her voice sounded like rings and robes touching each other, and the sound of spring water flowing.

"Tannu?" Zhongping wondered, aren't the maids in costume dramas all called "Qiuyue", "Xiang'er" or something like that?

This "Tan Girl" sounds extraordinary. Could it be that it was named by Boss Cao?

That’s not right. Boss Cao has so much free time?

Tannu watched the words and knew that Zhongping was confused about her name, but she just pursed her lips and didn't answer, and asked instead: "What are your orders, Mr. Lang?"

Zhong Ping was unsure of Tan Nu's identity, so after thinking about it, he opened the door and let her in first, without having to talk through the window.

"Well, I'm a little thirsty. Could you please tell me where the kitchen is."

Tan Nu was quite surprised when she heard this and stood there hesitantly.

Zhongpei is very confused: I think I didn't ask any wrong questions, right? Why do you look so surprised?

However, when you look closer, you can see that this woman has black hair like sandalwood and eyebrows like light ink. This is probably where the name "Tandal Girl" comes from.

"Mr. Sir, just give the order to your maid directly. Sir, please wait a moment."

Tannu was so amused by Zhongping's confused look that she wanted to laugh. She quickly covered her lips, thinking that this young man was really just like his appearance. He was a fairy-like figure, but he had no common sense at all.

Where can I go to someone's home as a guest and not be served by anyone but have to find water by myself?

Zhongpei was extremely confused. He sat on the bed and waited for Tannu to come back from fetching water. He couldn't help but miss Niu Fu again.

Uncle Niu won't be a Riddler like this Tan girl. Why don't I just ask the kitchen, what's so funny about it?

My father had the foresight to not assign servants to me since I was a child. It would be so happy to be alone in the small courtyard...

Speaking of which, I really can't believe the costume dramas. From Uncle Niu to Tan Nu, most of them speak elegantly, and you can be influenced by them just by watching them.

It's not at all like the image of a servant speaking in patois as shown in the TV series.
To be continued...