Three hours later, Mr. Ye took the measurement data and came to San Xiaotong's residence alone.
Only then did Mr. Ye have the opportunity to take a closer look at this novel sand table model.
Looking at the model alone, the water direction of the Cang River Channel is clear. The location of the flood discharge port has not yet been decided, but the inappropriate places are visible to the naked eye.
Although he had already understood the beauty of it, he was still amazed at it.
The two children took the measurement data and modified the river channels and depressions bit by bit.
By the time all the data is used up, all the terrain on the sandbox will be almost the same as the real situation.
Looking up, it's like the real terrain has been shrunk a thousand times out of thin air and solidified on the wooden board.
After shaping the river model, Chen Ping grabbed a handful of fine soybeans that had been prepared and put them into the model one by one.
The room was silent, and the three of them stared at the sand table.
The round beans rolled along the river, leaving traces of varying depths on both sides of the river.
The voice was weak and inaudible, but several people's hearts were lifted.
They look like the coming peak of a flood, impacting the river embankment.
Although this simulation method cannot be said to be very accurate, its effect still completely shocked Mr. Ye and He Qingxuan.
The two of them watched Chen Ping's little hands continue to sprinkle soybeans into the river.
You can imagine that it is like a torrent flowing upstream into a narrow river.
When these torrents converged together, they quickly formed a huge impact, like a conflict between beasts that washed away gaps in the river embankments on both sides.
After all the soybeans rolled down the river, the three people immediately stepped forward to check the traces left by the soybeans on both sides of the river embankment.
The soybeans are very small, but the traces left by the sand are very obvious. The more damaged areas are, the greater the impact will be.
If the place remains as it is, it means that this section of the waterway is not affected by the flood flow.
There was a strong breeze outside, and the candlelight swayed slightly, illuminating Mr. Ye's serious face.
He quickly marked several places most vulnerable to the impact of flood peaks.
Then Chen Ping and He Qingxuan were asked to repair the sand table and sprinkle the soybeans again.
After five repeated trials, each time the areas washed away by soybeans were marked on the map for comparison, Mr. Ye finally found the most suitable location for the flood outlet.
If we follow the methods of this world, three days is far from enough, and the manpower and material resources required cannot be underestimated.
Not to mention the time and money saved by the sand table method, the efficiency alone is countless times higher than before.
Looking at the map, Mr. Ye couldn't help but take a deep breath.
This method is really amazing!
He hoped that one day, Chen Ping could present this method to the court at the right time, so as to slow down the cost of water conservancy and civil engineering works everywhere, and also reduce the burden of all people in the world.
......
At a quarter o'clock, it was still dark.
In the barracks, Magistrate Wang looked at Mr. Ye in front of him in astonishment.
He looked down again and saw the location of the flood outlet just marked on the map.
Although he had no doubts about Mr. Ye's character and knowledge, he still hesitated and asked: "Has Mr. Ye really figured it out?"
"Those measurements have just been sorted out in less than a day. Are they calculated?"
"Although I am not proficient in arithmetic, I know that this matter is extremely difficult. Mr. Ye, you must not ignore it!"
Mr. Ye, however, stroked his beard and said confidently: "Although the county magistrate ordered us to start digging the flood channel, if it is later found that the position of the flood outlet is wrong, I am willing to take responsibility for the matter!"
The doubts in Magistrate Wang's mind were slightly relieved.
He sighed: "I didn't expect Mr. Ye to reach such a profound and profound level in arithmetic! If the arithmetic masters in the capital find out about this, they will be ashamed to close the door and say goodbye!"
Mr. Ye, who was mentally prepared, turned slightly red after hearing this.
Ye Wenchang is naturally not the only master of arithmetic in the great dynasty.
In Beijing, I have several old friends working in the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Industry.
Those people have been dealing with all kinds of numbers all their lives, and their arithmetic attainments are by no means inferior to Mr. Ye.
If those people knew that it only took a few hours for Mr. Ye to calculate the precise location of the flood outlet, they would definitely worship him.
When he thought of this, Mr. Ye felt a little ashamed.
This time, only thanks to Chen Ping’s sand table model, the calculation time will be greatly shortened.
"The county magistrate is so complimentary. I don't deserve such praise."
When Mr. Ye thought of his disciples, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
If this was the time when the dynasty was first established, then he would risk his old face to make Chen Ping famous no matter what.
But today’s court...
"Lord County Lord, without further delay, let's send someone to dig as soon as possible!"
"Okay," Magistrate Wang grabbed the map and said decisively, "I will give the order now!"
Now that the situation is urgent, he can only trust Mr. Ye.
After receiving the order, Dutou Zhao Jin immediately rushed to the river embankment with hundreds of people.
To be on the safe side, Mr. Ye also followed. He wanted to personally direct the situation to avoid any mistakes.
It involves the lives and fortunes of countless people in the county, and there is no room for sloppiness.
The other side.
Chen Ping and He Qingxuan were in the room, staring at each other.
He Qingxuan looked at the lifelike simulated sand table with eyes full of reluctance.
"Brother Chen Ping, do you really want to smash it?"
"Smash!"
Chen Ping's words are concise and concise.
"The teacher is right, the sand table is a sin for us, it is a disaster rather than a blessing!"
"Oh, I understand this too, but I just can't bear to part with it..."
More importantly, this sand table is also a testimony of the two people's efforts to save Yongshun County.
He Qingxuan sighed, took one last look at the sand table on the table, and handed the gavel to Chen Ping.
"This sand table is your idea, it's up to you to do it."
As he said that, He Qingxuan turned his back, not wanting to see this scene.
Chen Ping took the mallet and smashed the sand table several times until it was beyond recognition.
As soon as they finished smashing, there was a knock on the door.
The two hurriedly packed up the scattered pieces of the sandbox model before opening the door.
When I saw that the person coming was Ye Chongwen, I was relieved.
Ye Chongwen is like a little mud monkey, his whole body is covered with mud spots, and he does not look like a scholar at all.
He Qingxuan asked: "Didn't we agree to give the code before entering?"
Ye Chongwen scratched his head in embarrassment and whispered back: "I was in a hurry and forgot about it!"
"What's going on over there on the river bank?" Chen Ping asked, concerned about the flood.
Ye Chongwen followed Mr. Ye back and forth these days.
The whole person is visibly more capable.
He first poured himself a cup of tea, took a big gulp, and then answered with a smile on his face.
"Don't worry, the digging of the flood channel has already begun, and my grandfather is here to direct it! It will probably be dug in two days!"
Chen Ping stood up and walked to the eaves outside the door, looking up.
There are dark clouds in the sky, and there is a dull feeling that the dark clouds are overwhelming the city.
Obviously this is a precursor to a bigger rainstorm!
This heavy rain is bound to add more firewood to the rising water level.
Chen Ping pondered for a while, then decisively went back to the house to get an oil-paper umbrella.
"I'll go take a look on the river embankment."
Ye Chongwen and He Qingxuan followed directly without saying anything.
......
The river embankment resounded with uniform chants.
I saw hundreds of civilians waving shovels at the position chosen by Mr. Ye.
Each of them worked hard and worked hard, competing against God for time!
Behind the river embankment is their own farmland, and the flood discharge berm protects their own food, so how can they not work hard?
Although digging ditches in the rain was hard and tiring, they had no complaints.
Moreover, County Magistrate Wang also promised that the civilians who participated in digging the flood channel this time would be exempted from the corvee at the end of the year.
With these prerequisites, the peasants will work harder.
The three children rushed to the river embankment, but could not find Mr. Ye anywhere.
One of the civilian husbands smiled and showed them the way.
"Young gentlemen, Mr. Ye is over there!"
The three of them followed the direction pointed by the civilian husband and saw a scene that shocked them extremely.
Mr. Ye has now taken off his Confucian shirt and put on the attire of an ordinary peasant. He is mingling among the crowd of peasants, digging in the soil with a shovel.
"Grandpa!"
"Teacher!"
"Teacher!"
When Mr. Ye saw the three people approaching, he stopped what he was doing and frowned slightly.
"Didn't I tell you to go back first? This is a dangerous place and this is not the place for you children!"
"Teacher, we are worried about leaving the river embankment, so we thought we would come over and have a look together."
Chen Ping explained.
Mr. Ye smiled and shook his head and said: "Don't worry, the flood channel can be dug very quickly. It will be dug out before sunset at most tomorrow. By then, the farmland in the county will be saved!"
He Qingxuan asked in confusion, "It's just, teacher, how can you do it yourself..."
He Qingxuan was born in a merchant's family. He was well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child, and he had servants and maids to serve him when he was dressing and washing at home.
Moreover, he believed that the division of labor was different. Scholars should study, and coolies should be done by civilians.
So I don’t understand why the teacher has to do it himself and dig ditches together with the people.
When Mr. Ye heard this, his face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Why can't I take action?"
"Qingxuan, you must know that food is the most important thing for the people! For the people, food is more important than the sky, and it is greater than the articles of saints!"
The food is huge!
Bigger than a saint’s article!
These two sentences are like drums in the evening and bells in the morning, striking directly in the hearts of Chen Ping and the others.
The people around me all cheered loudly when they heard this!
Chen Ping and the three of them were all touched. They bowed to Ye Laoyi and said in unison.
"Teacher/Grandpa, disciple/grandson has been taught."
After saying that, the three children also wanted to help dig the ditch.
But he was stopped by Mr. Ye, and the people around him made fun of him.
"It's up to us adults to dig the canals, and we don't need the little brothers-in-law to do it!"
"Haha, I'm afraid my little husband can't even lift a shovel..."
"It is good to be a scholar. When the food harvest is good this season, I will also save money to let my little clay monkey read and learn."