119 River diversion? ?
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Seeing him so angry, Ye Yunzhao was also very embarrassed. The terrain of Dongxiang and Xixiang was different, not to mention that the farmland and paddy fields were cut into countless pieces by the river. There were no hard conditions for building mushroom sheds.
She sighed and began to explain, "If it succeeds, how can I stop it? Building a mushroom shed in Dongxiang right now is not realistic. Look at all the rivers... But you don't have to be too..."
Before she could finish her words, Dongxiangli hurriedly interrupted her, saying something truly absurd: "Well, well, then, why don't we find a way to divert the river? County Magistrate Ye, even though Dongxiang has many rivers, the water volume isn't huge. Diverting them might be a bit troublesome, but once we build a mushroom shed, wouldn't that be enough?"
"Nonsense!" Ye Yunzhao glared at him in frustration. "Divert the river? How dare you come up with such a ridiculous idea! Okay! Then let me ask you, after the river is diverted, will all those paddy fields in Dongxiang be wasted? Will you be able to produce rice when you pay taxes every year?"
"Think before you speak or act! You're the village head!" She frowned helplessly, paused, and turned to comfort him, "I'm glad you're thinking about the people of Dongxiang. Besides, when did I ever say I'd leave Dongxiang alone? Right now, Dongxiang isn't suitable for growing woven mushrooms. But what else can be done... Don't worry, I have an idea. I'll go to Dongxiang again in a couple of days and let you know if I have any news."
Her words made sense, but the Dongxiang Village Head was still somewhat uneasy. After repeated confirmation, he gave up and left the county government office in a daze.
After sending him away, Ye Yunzhao looked tired. Although he was a little stubborn, he had good intentions. The Dongxiang matter must be put on the agenda.
As she thought about this, her stomach suddenly made a rumbling sound. She thought carefully and realized that she had only eaten a few wild oranges in the past two days.
Ever since he felt hungry, Ye Yunzhao was surprised to find that his hands were shaking. He wanted to eat a whole cow immediately, but he was so hungry that he was a little confused.
Fortunately, when she came back, Aunt Hu gave her some pork liver and bones. She walked quickly to the well and took the things out of the "natural refrigerator".
She had not been home for nearly ten days and there were not many vegetables in the kitchen. She put the bones back into the well and weighed the pig liver in her hand. Aunt Hu was very generous and actually cut half of it for her. It was probably more than one and a half pounds.
In the past, Ye Yunzhao would definitely not be able to finish all the pig livers, but now she was so hungry that her stomach was sticking to her back. She made up her mind and cut off half of the pig liver.
Pork liver has a strong fishy smell and needs to be washed several times with well water. She first soaked it all in water and then washed it when she had her hands free.
There were still some rice grains in the rice jar, and Ye Yunzhao poured them all out. She looked at the half-bowl of rice grains and couldn't help muttering in her heart: To be honest, it would be great if I had a bag of instant noodles right now. I could just put that stuff in the pot and eat it right away. As for rice...
She was a little disappointed. It would take at least a quarter of an hour to make rice. If she made porridge... it seemed like it would take even less time.
After she figured out what to do, her movements became obviously more agile. She quickly washed the pig liver soaked in the large ceramic basin and took out two eggs from the chicken coop.
He added a little white lard into the iron pot. He should have put some wild ginger and onion to remove the fishy smell, but Ye Yunzhao really didn't have the energy to do it. After the oil was hot, he slid the chopped pork liver into the pot, and the fragrance filled the air.
Then she took out the pork liver and placed it on the table for later use. There was still a layer of shiny oil on the iron pot, but there was no need to clean it. She directly added water and rice to the pot, pushed it a few times with a wooden spoon, and then put the lid on it.
Ye Yunzhao looked at the fried pork liver and swallowed unconsciously. She raised her hand, pinched a piece and put it into her mouth. The pork liver was steaming hot right out of the pot. Before she could taste it, she spat it out because it was too hot.
After living in poverty for so long, frugality had been deeply ingrained in her bones. She quickly caught it with her hand, and the pig liver that had already rolled around in her mouth lay intact in her palm.
She lowered her head and blew on it a few times, then hurriedly put it back into her mouth. Although no salt had been added yet, it was soft, glutinous, and fragrant. The more she chewed, the more delicious it became. She licked her lips with satisfaction.
She raised her hand to get another piece, but the boiling sound in the pot could not be ignored. She opened the lid and poured a full bowl of pork liver into it.
In the past, when she was at home, every time she made this dish, she would cut the pork liver into small pieces before cooking. Today, she was in a hurry and naturally didn't care about that. At the moment, Ye Yunzhao was poking in the pot with a wooden spoon, trying to "re-process" the pieces of pork liver into blocks.
She took some effort, but the pig liver was only mashed into pieces of different sizes. However, seeing the rice grains blooming, Ye Yunzhao hurriedly poured the beaten eggs into the pot in circles in one direction.
She couldn't mess around this time, so she put away the wooden spoon and waited obediently for a moment. When she saw the egg drops floating up, she sprinkled some salt, stirred it a few times, and then served a large bowl.
The aroma of rice mixed with the fragrance of pork liver made her mouth water. She blew on the bowl and took a sip.
The rice that had been cooked until it bloomed had a hint of pork liver, and the pores of the pork liver were filled with a faint aroma of rice. Frangipani would occasionally slip into his mouth. Perhaps because he was hungry, Ye Yunzhao felt quite satisfied with the meal, even though only some salt was sprinkled on it.
Soon, the bowl of delicious pork liver porridge was empty. She stood up again, scooped out the remaining pork liver porridge, and sat in the yard with the bowl in her hand, savoring it carefully.
After having enough food and sleep, it was a rare leisure time for Ye Yunzhao. He stood beside the chicken coop, teasing the chicks with a piece of wild grass, and thought of the matter of weaving mushrooms. He felt so happy!
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The next day, at noon, Ye Yunzhao slowly woke up.
I slept for a long time yesterday afternoon, but I was still very sleepy at night. I hadn't slept in my own soft bed for a long time. As soon as I lay down, I fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up until now.
She lay on the bed, stretching and screaming, and after a long time, she slowly got up.
She had important things to do today, so she quickly washed up, boiled two eggs, and ate while walking out.
When leaving the county government office, he bumped into Han Xiancheng, who had just returned from outside. Ye Yunzhao was a little puzzled: "Han Xiancheng, why are you out so early in the morning? Is there something wrong?"
County Magistrate Han looked up at the sun, which he hadn't seen for a long time. "It's already two quarters past nine. Is it early?"
She came to her senses, laughed awkwardly, and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, County Magistrate Han called out to her, "County Magistrate Ye, your trip to the capital was truly remarkable. The problem of unsold goods has been solved. You will surely be promoted in the future. Don't forget me when the time comes, hahahaha..."
"Promotion?" Ye Yunzhao was stunned. She had never thought about this question before. Speaking of this, she remembered that she had suddenly died the night before she could be transferred back to the city. She felt indignant and wondered what the difference was between promotions in ancient times and modern times. She asked curiously, "How can I get promoted? Could this be the reason for my promotion?"
"Isn't this enough? I'm afraid the prefect will definitely promote you if he finds out!" County Magistrate Han smiled, but his heart was bleeding. When the woven mushrooms were unsold and even moldy, he had thought the project was doomed. But he had never imagined that this rather thin woman before him would find the perfect solution, and the matter was simply over with!
He hated it - the new magistrate who would take office next month was her classmate, and she had achieved such great things in just a few months... Was he really going to have to endure this small position of county magistrate until his death?
Ye Yunzhao didn't know what he was thinking. She was still thinking about what she was going to do. She left in a hurry without listening to what he said. She didn't have any thoughts about Gao Sheng.
In my previous life, I wanted to get promoted because the conditions in the village were not as good as those in the city. Every time I went out to have fun with friends, I had to take a long-distance bus for an hour and a half, and I was so tired that I almost collapsed.
As for now, Lingnan County is not bad except for the poor roads and poor people, but other things... She looked around and it seemed not bad.
Besides, she doesn't have a cell phone and no friends from other places, so it doesn't matter where she works.
However, a person suddenly appeared in Ye Yunzhao's mind: Chen Jingshan.
Yuezhou and Lingnan County weren't too close, but the mountain roads were difficult to navigate, and there was no suitable transportation. If she were an official in Yuezhou City, wouldn't she be able to dine at Ruyi Tower more often? It wasn't like now, where a trip there would take an hour.
Ye Yunzhao was stunned and shocked by what she was thinking. How could she want to go to him for dinner every day? She quickly shook her head, put the matter behind her, and hurried to Hu Er's blacksmith shop.
She had a good idea in mind, but she didn't know if it would work, so she had to ask a professional blacksmith in person.
When she arrived at the blacksmith shop, Hu Er was working as usual, with his muscular arms exposed and sweat all over his forehead. The kitchen knife was red after being tempered by the flames. The fist-sized hammer fell, splashing a lot of sparks, and a layer of brown-red iron ash fell off the kitchen knife. Then he put the kitchen knife into the fire again.
Seeing that he was busy, Ye Yunzhao waited outside for a while. When she heard the new kitchen knife being thrown into the water in the house, making a "sizzling" sound, she stepped in.
"County Magistrate Ye." Hu Er was not a talkative person, but he was grateful for the ironware she had ordered from him. He wiped the hot sweat off his face with a towel and asked, "Do you want to forge ironware?"
She nodded repeatedly, then quickly shook her head, her face full of confusion: "This matter is a bit troublesome. I came here today because I wanted to borrow the soldering iron."
"Branding iron?" Hu Er was a little surprised. This thing was mostly used to interrogate prisoners, so it wouldn't be necessary for them to come to him specifically. He asked, "Isn't there one in the county jail?"
Ye Yunzhao said hurriedly, "Yes, there are some, but there are no patterns on them. I wanted to come to your place to see if you have a soldering iron with patterns, preferably something finer."
Hu Er looked a little embarrassed. "I don't have anything too delicate...but I can find a few ordinary soldering irons with patterns on them."
"Okay, let me take a look."
"County Magistrate Ye, do you have any requirements on size?" Hu Er turned and walked inside.
"No." Ye Yunzhao waved his hands repeatedly. It didn't matter whether it was big or small at the moment.
He vaguely remembered that when he was learning blacksmithing from his master, he had carved three or five soldering irons. However, after a long time, it took him a lot of effort to find two soldering irons in the messy cabinet.
"County Magistrate Ye, do you think this will work?"
Ye Yunzhao looked down at the two soldering irons in his hands, one large and one small. He didn't know if it was because he was not good at painting, but the patterns he carved out looked really ordinary, but it was better than nothing.
She smiled and replied, "Of course."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled out two dried bamboo leaves from her sleeve and asked excitedly, "Can a branding iron leave a mark here?"
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