Time Travel: My Lord, Your Missing Fiancee Is Back

Qi Ze glanced at the wide-open window and the Yunhe Tower opposite. He couldn't avoid it whether going through the door or the window.

He sighed inwardly, thinking that these students were determined to rub salt into his wounds.

A bunch of traitors to their master!

Jiang Heng turned his head to look at Qi Ze, "Why don't you eat?"

He poured the remaining rice into the wild abalone soup, stirred it, and scooped a bowl for himself, pushing the rest in front of Qi Ze, "Being able to eat is a blessing. Eat more. It's not good to be too thin."

Qi Ze: “…”

"If a person is too thin, once he gets hurt or sick, he is risking his life. If a person with flesh on his body, like me, gets hurt or sick, at most he will lose some flesh. This flesh is my amulet."

Join if you can't.

Since you can't lose weight, change your mindset.

Qi Ze: “…”

Jiang Heng opened the door, but before he walked out, he saw the doors of the boxes on both sides opened at lightning speed, and two groups of people filed out, looking at Jiang Heng eagerly.

When they found out it wasn't Qi Ze, some were surprised, some were disappointed, and some even stood on tiptoe to look behind Jiang Heng, feeling that the little fat man at the door was a bit of a nuisance as he had completely blocked the door.

Jiang Heng looked around in surprise, "What's up, everyone?"

The four people on the left are all in their twenties, and the ten or so people on the right are teenagers. How did these two groups of people, who seem to have nothing in common, have such unified expressions and movements?

“It’s okay…” “It’s okay, it’s okay…”

Before he could finish his words, the group of young people suddenly swarmed back to the box and quickly closed the door. The last one was unable to get in and could only play ostrich: sticking to the door in an ugly posture, acting like a decoration on the door.

Another group of four people stepped forward and saluted, "Zhang Ze, a student from Anzhou College... greets Qi Siye."

Qi Ze: "Do you know me?"

A scholar in a blue shirt stepped out and said, "My student Du Zhiyang is a disciple of Master Xie. He is originally from Anyang City, Anzhou. It is a great honor for me to return to my hometown to attend the opening banquet. Mr. Qi, may I have a word with you?"

Du Zhiyang looked at Jiang Heng calmly, who was still sitting on a stool, and then talked about the dry weather and the people's water shortage:

"I heard from my neighbors that there was no rain during the Grain Rain this year, and heavy rains came when the summer grain was filling, resulting in a 30% reduction in summer grain production. To date, it has not rained in Anzhou for nearly a month. The cracks in the fields are more than an inch wide, and the ponds are dry.

In the past, the lake opening banquet did not affect the planting of crops. This year, I heard that the master was going to bring people back to the hometown to attend the lake opening banquet, so I deliberately delayed it for ten days to wait for them.

In order to show off the local customs and to have fun on the lake during the lake opening banquet, the governor deliberately postponed the work of diverting water to irrigate the canals. This resulted in the fields being completely dry.

If we don't save the crops in the field, we may not get any harvest. If we don't plant in the field, we may have no food to survive the winter.

Qi Siye, I know this matter is not your business, but you are the only one we can ask for help. Please forgive me for the trouble I have caused you."

As he said this, he knelt down and kowtowed.

Qi Zexu gave him a hand and said, "Get up."

Looking at Wen Sui, "Send a message to Xie Wenshu and ask him to handle it. Be sure to notify all counties today and release the water. Also, call Zhang Wuyong in. I just saw him."

Wen Sui bowed and went out.

"Du Zhiyang, you get out too."

Du Zhiyang bowed and left.

A moment later, a man with a short mustache knocked on the door and came in. "Your humble servant greets Qi Siye!"

Qi Ze gave him a false helping as usual and pointed to a seat, "Sit down."

Zhang Wuyong sat down somewhat awkwardly, with his hands on the table in front of him, his back straight, like a primary school student listening to a lecture.

Qi Ze tapped the table rhythmically, "What is the purpose of this study tour?"

Zhang Wuyong: "Understand the people's sentiments and benefit the world."

Qi Ze nodded, "It just so happens that someone reported that Anzhou is suffering from drought and water shortage. You and other colleagues will lead the students on this study tour to conduct investigations and research and help farmers. Each person should write a policy paper, an impression, a travel note, and a practical manual, including you. I want to review it in three months."

Zhang Wuyong's serious expression suddenly collapsed and turned into a bitter face.

Qi Ze: "Pictures speak louder than words. Buying large quantities of photo stones will be reimbursed. It would be even better if you have the fruits of your own labor as evidence. Go ahead."

No one knew how Zhang Wuyong walked out of the box. All he knew was that he was calm and composed before entering, but within a cup of tea, he had a sad face and fell from heaven to hell.

Jiang Heng looked at Zhang Wuyong's back, which seemed to have lost its spirit, and felt that it was familiar. The graduate students she had supervised in the past also looked like this when their papers were rejected and they were asked to rewrite and re-argue.

Thinking of how Qi Ze had just been tricked, Jiang Heng said with some worry:

"Brother, don't you want to go and see if what they said is true? Wouldn't it be a bit hasty to make a decision right now? What if they just don't want to hold the lake banquet, don't want to..."

Qi Ze smiled, "I know. Xie Wenshu is a local, he knows what to do.

Moreover, the Jingyu Lake is vast and boundless, with a total area of ​​more than one million square kilometers. The water level can drop by one or two meters, which must not be caused by local natural disasters.

No matter what the reason is, it takes time and effort to find out. We don’t have the jurisdiction, inspection power, or disposal power…

Regardless of whether the people’s water shortage is real or not, it is the first situation that can be verified and the easiest to solve. Xie Wenshu’s disciples have no reason to lie to me on this point.”

Jiang Heng pursed his lips and asked, "How many disciples does Xie Wenshu have? Have you seen him before?"

"...Are you saying that Du Zhiyang is probably pretending to be Xie Wenshu's disciple?"

"I'm just guessing. After all, brother, you don't seem to be very smart. If you are deceived once, you may be deceived a second time..."

Qi Ze covered his chest, feeling like he was hit by an arrow again. He pursed his lips and glared at Jiang Heng: "Let's turn the page. Don't mention it again."

Jiang Heng smiled and said perfunctorily: "Look through it, let's not talk about it. So, big brother, do you want to take care of this matter?"

Qi Ze shook his head, "How can I care? I am just a teacher in the academy. These matters belong to local government affairs and are managed by the governor. We cannot cross the line."

"Then why do you assign them such tasks?"

"In the future, they will most likely be in charge of local government. Naturally, they need to be familiar with farming, construction, and local government. Talking about military affairs on paper is not acceptable. Real knowledge still needs to be put into practice."

"So, your academy is a reserve force of officials, equivalent to the Imperial College. Brother, I suddenly feel that you have a heavy burden on your shoulders. If someone from your academy becomes a corrupt official or a cruel official, will you be held accountable?"

Qi Ze looked sideways, there are countless factors that affect a person's character, and it is not all the teacher's responsibility. How can you generalize?

"It's getting late. Let's go buy some things we might need for our trip to the lake. Is there anything in particular you want to buy?"

When Jiang Heng went out, he ignored the murderous looks from the teenagers next door who had listened to the entire mission arrangement process, and said, "I want to buy some first aid medicine, as well as a boat or a plank to ensure that I don't sink."

Wen Sui came back and said, "Young Master, Master Xie came back yesterday and someone came to talk to him about this. His family's water gate has already been drained, and he is coordinating with other families and the governor to release the water from the water gate."

Qi Ze hummed, thinking of Jiang Heng's weight, "Little brother, you have cultivation, so you don't have to worry about drowning."

Jiang Heng looked at Wen Sui. He had been gone for less than a quarter of an hour. How did he contact Xie Wenshu? Where was Xie Wenshu? How did he get a reply so quickly?

Unfortunately, Wen Sui couldn't understand her doubts and couldn't answer her questions.

The lakeside near the city is bustling with people.

On the embankment, the lake breeze blows, the willow branches flutter, if there are a few more barbecue grills...

If we dig a few more natural swimming pools on the mudflats exposed by the water level drop, and put some night beer... it should taste good to cook beer and eat burning~

"Brother, let's go to the grocery store to buy some more things."

You need to prepare some seasonings needed for burning, as well as the wood stove and charcoal needed for cooking...