After Ouyang Rong went out, he looked back at the plaque of Sanhuiyuan.
He got rid of the woman in the skirt and strode out with his back to her... This feeling of freedom and ease made him let out a long breath of depression in his chest, and he felt that in an instant, the world outside had become wider, and he felt a sense of relief.
In the past few days, Ouyang Rong was "pressed" on the hospital bed by Mrs. Zhen and was bored in the room. He had nothing to do and "heard" and "thought" too much.
I always feel like something is missing.
Finally, this morning, Master Shandao made a point: Instead of sitting down and talking about the Tao, it is better to get up and do it.
The so-called three wisdoms not only require "hearing" and "thinking", but also "cultivation and practice"!
Ouyang Rong felt that that night in the underground palace, he was able to risk climbing out of the "dangerous wellhead" for a tiny glimmer of hope; so now, he could also risk "returning back" for the chance of returning home. Keep your head down and go down the mountain to make ten thousand meritorious deeds.
"My aunt may have her best interests at heart and want to protect me, but whether in my previous life or in this life, I am no longer a child, and the kindness of a woman is not my character."
Ouyang Rong's face remained as usual and he whispered to himself: "Don't hesitate, dare to take risks. All living beings are often hesitant; a real man can achieve everything because he knows and can do it."
"It's just 10,000 merits, nothing worth mentioning. It's only 99% less." Someone laughed...
Yan Wuxie hurried to Donglin Temple and saw Ouyang Rong waiting at the gate with his hands behind his back.
"Mingtang!"
"Talking as we walk."
"Yes, Mingtang."
On the mountain road where fallen leaves were mixed with wet mud, the newly appointed weak crown magistrate of Longcheng County was walking in front, and the young detective in navy blue clothes was one step behind, following behind.
"Mingtang, the water at the foot of the mountain has receded a lot. A lot of the water rushing down from Yunmengze in the south has flowed into the Yangtze River in the north. Many houses in the county have collapsed, but the worst is in the villages and towns under Longcheng. , most of the houses collapsed.
"The same goes for the fields. Most of the people's fertile fields have been flooded. Even the low-lying areas have not yet receded and have turned into lakes. Except for those high-lying fields, no one has been spared. However, these almost all belong to those in the city. A wealthy gentry.
"The merchants and workers are doing okay. Penglangdu has been repaired. Ships passing from Yunmengze and the Yangtze River have docked as usual. The impact is not too big. The Liu family's Guyue Sword Shop on the other side of Butterfly Creek has not stopped at all. The sword furnace moment Not extinguished..."
Yan Wuxie sighed and pointed at the victims who could be seen dragging their families up to the mountain to go to the temple on the mountain road from time to time. "The ones who have suffered the most are the farmers. At present, they are the majority of the victims and refugees inside and outside Longcheng. Those who had no houses and no fields were all washed away by the flood. In some places, even entire villages fled to the county town, and security was already a bit tight.
"President Diao County is opening a warehouse to stockpile grain on your behalf, and has also joined forces with several kind-hearted gentry in the city to provide porridge sheds..."
"'Great Good Person'?" Ouyang Rong, who was walking forward with his hands behind his back, suddenly interrupted and smiled, "It turns out we have some in Dragon City too."
Yan Wuxie was stunned and asked curiously: "What is Mingtang laughing at..."
"It's okay, I just smelled something familiar. Mukuro, continue."
Yan Wuji was about to continue explaining the flood situation, but he heard the magistrate of Xiuguan in front suddenly turned around and said: "There is no need to talk about these floods in advance. Liulang, please introduce to me some of the adults in our county government. This time I've been in a coma for a long time, and I have no memory."
Yan Wuxie frowned slightly, "Mingtang is the master. The biggest parent official in Longcheng, the county magistrate, the chief registrar, and the county lieutenant are all the assistant officials of Mingtang. How can Mingtang be humble when you say it?"
Ouyang Rong smiled and did not explain. Power is something that comes from the bottom up, but it often gives the appearance of being from the top down.
Yan Wuxie, who did not write ink, told everything he knew about Longcheng County's Prime Minister, Chief Secretary, and County Lieutenant.
Although these three official positions are small, together with the county magistrate, they constitute the highest decision-making level of a local county-level unit in the Great Zhou Dynasty. They are all powerful figures in the eyes of local people...
After Ouyang Rong heard this, he thought for a while and was about to go down the mountain to take a look, but Yan Wuxie seemed to have remembered something and called him.
"Mingtang, do you still remember the brave man who really saved your life that I mentioned in my humble position the day before yesterday?"
Ouyang Rong looked back in shock, "Remember, what happened."
Yan Wuxie first clasped his fists to apologize and said with shame:
"His name is Liu Ashan, and he is also recuperating in Donglin Temple. After rescuing Mingtang that day, the man's waist was also cut by a sharp instrument in the rapids. Later, the injury became more and more serious, and then there was a flood. Their family's The property in the house was gone and he was homeless. His young sister came to the door in the middle of the night. He only found out about this because of his humble position, so he made an independent decision and arranged a guesthouse for the family in Donglin Temple on behalf of Mingtang. I hope Mingtang will forgive him. crime……"
Before Yan Wuxie could finish his words, he was startled because the figure of the young county magistrate was no longer in front of him, and Ouyang Rong's voice came from behind.
"Then what are you waiting for? Quickly take me to see the hero."
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The Great Zhou Dynasty had a slavery system; it also divided the people into good and bad people, among which there were many kinds of bad people, such as craftsmen, musicians, and actors;
Slaves are the lowest class of the lowly class. The so-called "slaves and sluts are better than livestock". Life and death depend on the hands of their holders.
However, slaves can be divided into official slaves and private slaves according to their affiliation.
Most of the Silla maids around my aunt are private slaves. Their treatment depends on the master's family.
The family Ouyang Rong saw now were official slaves.
...The atmosphere in the room was a bit awkward.
Yan Wuxie stood guard at the door and did not come in.
Only Ouyang Rong, wearing a clean and white shirt that had been taken care of by Mrs. Zhen and others, stood a little at a loss in front of the hospital bed.
Because he was the only one standing in the room.
As for the three members of the Liu family, one of them, the old and the young, was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and saluting. The remaining one was a tattooed man lying on the bed. They all looked like they were dying, but they still struggled to get up and salute.
"You...you...you're welcome...you're welcome, you're like this, warrior. Stop saluting and take good care of yourself."
Ouyang Rong was speechless and didn't know how to speak. He hurriedly pressed down the sick man who was about to get out of bed, and then hurriedly reached out to help the old and young people on the ground.
Ouyang Rong knew that this was the norm in this era, but even if he could live with his conscience, he was afraid that his mere 100 merit points would disagree.
He exchanged some warm greetings and got a general understanding of the situation.
The thin-faced, tattooed, frail man on the hospital bed was Liu Ashan who saved him that day.
There was also a little girl in the room who also had ink letters on her forehead and was tattooed. She looked very delicate, especially her eyes were so big and lively that Ouyang Rong couldn't help but take a closer look. He hadn't seen her for a long time. I have such spiritual eyes.
But at this time, the little girl's eyes were red and she looked a little sad. She lowered her head deeply and didn't look at him. Ouyang Rong heard Ah Shan call her just now, probably Ah Qing.
In addition, there is a trembling old woman, this is the mother of the two brothers and sisters, Mrs. Liu.
Ouyang Rong has a slender figure and a clean temperament. Standing in the room at this moment, he is like a luminous pearl thrown into the dust, very conspicuous.
But he didn't know that this was what Yan Wuxie was describing in his mind as he frequently looked back at the room.
"Young Master, take good care of your injuries. I will ask Captain Yan to come and see you often. If you need anything, medicine or supplements, please let me know..."
"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself and eat and drink well. I will ask the abbot to send some temple servants over. If there is anything I can ask them to help with..."
"My sister...my sister, study hard...whether it's embroidery or other specialties. Don't let mother and brother worry about it. If you have any difficulties, you can also talk to Rokuro..."
Ouyang Rong struggled to come up with a sentence to express concern and comfort to the three members of the Liu family. However, what made him feel a little strange was that the reactions of the three people were not enthusiastic, grateful or flattered, but had different expressions on their faces.
Wu and Ah Qing seemed a little afraid of him, and they were timid when answering;
As for Wu Ashan, who was lying on the bed, except when he stood up to salute and was pressed down by Ouyang Rong at the beginning, at other times, he stared blankly at the gray bed curtain above his head, with no surprise or emotion on his face.
Several people were asking and answering questions like puppets. Ouyang Rong didn't ask, and they didn't take the initiative to speak. They only laughed together occasionally, but their muscles were stiff, which was a bit embarrassing.
However, Ouyang Rong was not upset, he just said that he came too late and it was indeed his fault first, thus neglecting his savior.
I have to come here often when I have time... Magistrate Wu Guan thought to himself.
"Then I won't disturb Brother Ashan's recovery. I'll see you another day!"
"Master Qingtian, walk slowly."
Ouyang Rong said goodbye and went out, finally breathing a sigh of relief, but Yan Wuxie actually walked up to his ear and whispered:
"Mingtang, I just took a look. The symptoms of Liu Ashan's injury seem to be a gold wound. It seems that there is no way to save it..."
Ouyang Rong paused.
