Chapter 920

In the north of early spring, it is a little bit more wet and cold than in the deep winter.

Especially in rainy days.

Liu Wei sat at the window of the inn, through the crack of the window, looking at the heavy rain outside without the tendency to stop. He tightened his neck, crooked his head, and asked Rong Leng, "how many days has it rained?"

Holding on to the Rong Leng, who is looking through a book, without raising his head, he said, "two days."

Liu Wei broke her fingers and calculated, "that is to say, we have been away for six days?"

"Well."

Liu Wei is a bit dispirited, holding her chin with her hands, looking at the rain outside, and whispering sincerely: "boring."

Rong Leng, who was reading a book, finally raised his head, put down the book he had been reading for a day, got up, walked to her side, wrapped her cloak tightly, and said, "when the rain stops, he will go."

Just at this time, there was a spring thunder outside.

The expression on Liu Wei's face is worse.

Lei Jinghong falls. How many days will it rain?

Six days ago, Liu Wei looked left and right. Finally, he hoped that Rong Ling could explain the details of zhengemen and the palace. He could set off for Qingzhou.

She got on the coach out of the city early in the morning.

At the beginning of the three days, it was really smooth, but on the fourth day, it rained.

At that time, it was still in the afternoon. The coach didn't plan to stop, but the rain was not small. I was afraid of any accident on the road, so I went to the inn in advance to rest. I thought that the rain would stop tomorrow at most.

It didn't stop.

Think again, another day should stop.

It still hasn't stopped.

Today, looking at the heavy rain outside, Liu Wei can't bear it.

It's not easy for her and Rong Ling to leave Beijing this time. Rong Ling won't talk about it. There are a lot of things in Zhen Ge men and the cabinet. He used all the excuses for this half month's rest day, and finally let the old cabinet ministers let go for a while.

Liu Wei is in trouble, too.

Xiaojin and Xiaoli are all going to study. Liu Wei didn't plan to take them at the beginning, but the two children knew about it, and they had to follow. They coaxed left and right, but they didn't coax them well. Finally, she left a note in the early morning before Xiaoli got up and secretly ran out. Before she left, she wrote that she would return for half a month.

Originally, from Kyoto to Qingzhou, if you take a short walk, it will take only five days.

But now, I have been delayed for several days on the way alone. I have to walk one day from here to Qingzhou. Now, there is no time left.

Liu Wei is very melancholy, especially thinking that she still can't start today, that melancholy spreads into gloom and covers her whole person.

But compared with her impatience, the other person in the company was very leisurely.

Liu Wei turned to look at the man who wrapped her cape, sat back in his chair, and began to read slowly. He asked, "can't start, is Rong Duwei very satisfied?"

Just picked up the book's Rong Leng did not look up, but chuckled: "No."

Look at that smile, you know there is.

Liu Wei sighed, "you don't mean it."

Allow Leng not to speak, continue to read.

When the room quieted down, the rain outside seemed especially loud.

Liu Wei stood up and looked at the rain at the window. She stared at the rain in the distance as if she was idle.

And just then, a gurgling sound, from far to near.

Liu Wei followed the sound and looked around. To the right, a speeding carriage was coming.

Liu Wei watched the small carriage staggering, and curiously fixed his eyes.

The coachman in coir raincoat was sitting in the shaft of the carriage. It seemed that the coachman knew that there was an inn in the hard place of the mountain road. The carriage drove straight into the horse shed outside the inn. At this time, the waiter of the inn who heard the noise went out to meet the guests.

The coachman took off his wet coir raincoat and put it on the shelf beside him. He said to the waiter, "my wife has caught cold on the road. You can find the warmest room and the nearest doctor. This is a reward." He said, throwing a piece of silver.

The second child, malier, took over and said with a smile, "don't worry, I'll prepare a room for you. As for the doctor, the rain is too heavy. I'm afraid there will be some delay on the way. I'll find it for you as soon as possible. Don't you think so?"

The coachman also knew that it was not easy to be picky when he went out, so he said, "well," turning around, he said to the car, "madam, everything has been arranged."

The door of the carriage was opened. Inside, a maid in red with plain make-up and cold eyes first came out. She looked at the Inn and said nothing more. Turning around, she respectfully helped the woman out of the carriage.

The woman was dressed in a long white fur with a hairy neck around her. She was pale and unstable. She walked out slowly with the help of a red maid. But at this time, a cold wind blew up. The woman's face was immediately stained with a lot of rain. Suddenly, she was in a mess.

The maid in red immediately pinched her sleeve nervously and wiped her face.The woman then waved her hand with a kind face to show that she was not in the way. The maid did not insist any more. She helped others and hurried into the inn.

After entering the inn, Liu Wei could not see what was going on inside.

Liu Wei was not interested in the two strangers who happened to pass by and set foot in the same inn, but the maid in red gave her an extra look.

If the maidservant is right, she should have excellent kung fu skills. However, it's not surprising that the maidservant of a rich family has kung fu skills. Besides Jin Nanyun, she doesn't have a floating life.

The scenery outside the window is calm again. The rain is still that rain and the sky is still foggy.

As soon as the new guest arrived, Liu Wei stopped to watch the rain. She turned back and closed the window. Looking back, she saw that Rong Ling was still reading a book. Then she looked at the title of the book with interest. She was stunned.

"Pinghongce" Liu Wei asked, "it has rained for many days. Although it's not very serious here, there are some places that are afraid of flood. But do you have time to look at this now?"

Rong Ling turned the book to another page and said, "I'm not good at flood control, but look at the rules and regulations, or work out the amount of funds allocated for flood control."

Liu Wei understood, nodded, sat back in his chair, and sighed: "every year there is a flood, but this year it's so early, and I don't know how many people are going to die."

Rong Ling put the book down and looked at her and said, "Hong, it shouldn't happen."

Liu Wei met his eyes and nodded: "yes, Hong, it shouldn't have happened. There was a flood, but it was because of the poor drainage and improper coastal dam and ladder. It was all the problem of the managers. If the regional arrangement was proper, even if it rained heavily for two months and flooded the fields, there would be no casualties. But the regional management never went through After decades of consolidation, nothing has been achieved. The ancestors dislike the long-term cure, and they are unwilling to spend more time here. Later generations follow their ancestors' journey, and they don't care. In the long run, the disaster is still the disaster, and the disaster is still the disaster. "