"Why did you co back so late today?" It was even later than usual. Seeing him enter, Yang Chuxia hurried over to greet him, noticing that only the hem of his clothes was a bit damp.
"I went to Yanghe Town to take a look." Yanghe is a river that traverses within Mianyang, intersecting with the Lanjiang River in a crisscross pattern inside Mianyang County. The source of the Lanjiang River is in another prefecture, while the source of Yanghe is within Mianyang County. Not to ntion it is a local river, it also borders the Lanjiang River.
"What, is it over the waterline?" She asked, noting the frequency of his outings recently made her think that a flood was about to occur.
"That’s not the case," Ye Zi’an just chuckled, "I was checking the nearby topography, thinking about how to divert the water that cos from the Lanjiang River each year, along with the water accumulated by Yanghe itself, to other places. Wife, I’m hungry. Did you save so food for ?"
Ye Zi’an didn’t go into too much detail; he tried not to talk about work at ho. Whenever it ca up, it was Yang Chuxia who would ask, and then he would say a little. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Yang Chuxia to know, but rather that Mianyang’s affairs were very complicated, and he didn’t want to burden her with these worries.
Just take Yanghe for example—it’s practically a dead river within Mianyang County. Its water only flows within the county. Such a large river is just like a reservoir—Mianyang has heavy rainfall, and the river accumulates too much water every year. Add to that the extra water from the Lanjiang River that flows into Mianyang annually, it would be strange if it didn’t overflow.
And the dikes of both the Lanjiang and Yanghe Rivers are too low, and also not sturdy enough, unable to withstand the impact of the rushing water.
But Mianyang is so poor. Building dikes and digging canals all cost money; it’s like a vicious cycle. Due to prolonged flooding, there’s never ti for recovery, resulting in local residents living in poverty. The annual tax revenue is pitiful. Not to ntion the lack of taxes, the subsidies from the court, by the ti they trickle down to Mianyang, are also minuscule. Without taxes or subsidies, there’s no money; without money, dikes can’t be fortified, canals can’t be dug, and so floods occur. When a disaster strikes, and there’s not enough grain for relief, the county governnt has to find ways to borrow external debt to subsidize the people. This in turn makes the county governnt even poorer, and at the sa ti, the residents beco even poorer...
Right now, whatever he wants to do, he doesn’t have much money.
Although he thought of a thod that could save so money, it was still worrying!
But it was one thing for him to worry, and he couldn’t bring that worry back ho, making his family anxious as well.
Observing that his expression carried a smile, yet there was a faint tiredness in his eyes, Yang Chuxia chose not to ask him anything for the mont, as he seed unwilling to talk.
"How could I not save so food for you? The water is ready, go wash up first, and you can eat when you co out."
"You’re the best, wife!" He kissed her and then went to the washroom first.
After Ye Zi’an went in, Yang Chuxia asked Ming Liu and Mingcui to fetch the al together. However, when they returned, only Ming Liu ca back, looking quite upset.
"What happened?"
Seeing her so angry, Yang Chuxia asked.
Ming Liu set the food box on the table and then recounted to Yang Chuxia what Li Wu had told her.
"Madam, Cao Lingling is no longer in the estate," Mingcui said as she returned from outside.
It turned out that when the two sisters heard what Li Wu said, Ming Liu ca back with the al while Mingcui went to find their mother, asking her to keep an eye on Cao Lingling. To their surprise, the person was nowhere to be found, and the serving girls in the sa room were all sleeping so soundly, not having awakened yet, presumably drugged.
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