Ouyang Rong was awakened by the disappointed eyes of others.
He lay on the table that had been made into a makeshift bed, opened his eyes, and stared at the dark beams of the courtroom with some dazzle.
In the college entrance examination, he fell into that ordinary university because his foreign language was really poor, but Ouyang Rong was actually quite satisfied there.
It has many open-air basketball courts; there is a gap in the wall next to the dormitory that is busier than the back door; there is a row of ginkgo leaves in autumn on the way to the classroom, and you can ride a bicycle through Wuhu among the apricot leaves; the cafeteria is awesome Parkinson’s disease has not yet reached the advanced stage, and a bowl of rice only costs 50 cents to guarantee that you will not eat dirt; the most important thing is that the professional monk in the liberal arts college has less meat and more meat. Sitting in the classroom is like having a harem, and there are many beautiful girls. , although they are not as rich as the junior sisters, they are much more generous...
Okay, let’s stop pretending. In fact, he is a classmate, so naturally he misses the empire he built, the girls who blushed when he talked to him, and the roommates who had passionate sex with him.
But his family and friends were dissatisfied. They felt that his talent should have gone to a better place, but it was a pity that it was left lying flat and rotten.
Ouyang Rong didn't agree at all with their words that belittled his college years. Maybe he had too much self-esteem, or maybe he was stung by a certain disappointed look. He was determined to take the postgraduate entrance examination. He wanted to get into a university that could slap all of them in the face. 's school.
Isn't it just reading on horseback? It's just a simple mode.
Sometimes people live just to fight for a breath.
Now the county magistrate Ouyang Rong, who wants to overturn the table and ransack the house, also wants to fight for justice.
These days, he found that the poor people who crowded around him in the disaster relief camp on the outskirts of the city looked at him as the county magistrate in a completely opposite way to those of his family and friends in his previous life.
This is a look of hope that Ouyang Rong cannot express.
They seemed to trust him, the Carrot County magistrate who spent all day "hanging around and minding other people's business" in the relief camp.
But Ouyang Rong felt that he did not actually make their lives better: the porridge and rice given out every day were not enough to fully satisfy them, but only to fill their stomachs so that they would not be hungry. The greenhouses they built only provided shelter from the wind and rain but not the cold.
And their original houses, original fields, and even their original relatives were gone.
Having lost so much, Ouyang Rong only gave him a little something to survive.
Why are they so grateful to him?
It seemed like... there was finally a ruler who saw them as human beings.
After understanding the world, Ouyang Rong felt a sudden surge of anger in his chest, and it was difficult to get down again.
In the dark lobby, Ouyang Rong couldn't sleep, so he got off the table, put on a single coat, and went to the east warehouse again.
Tonight is a crescent moon, the light is dimmer.
But the east warehouse was illuminated by hundreds of torches.
Captain Qin was blocking the door with his sword on his waist. The soldiers on all sides were doing their duty diligently. There were elite soldiers on guard not far away, holding powerful bows in their hands, always on guard.
In the east warehouse, Old Cui Tou and his disciples and scribes worked overtime.
Xie Lingjiang pulled out a wooden stool and placed it in front of the door. She sat upright, her white-pointed chin slightly tilted subconsciously, holding her sword and looking straight ahead.
Tight inside and out.
Except for the scribes' calculations, the whole place was quiet, looking at everything going well.
Ouyang Rong felt a little relieved, and went to inspect, greeted everyone, and asked about the progress of the audit.
He also checked the buckets of well water prepared in the yard, in case someone jumped over the wall to prevent the house from burning down.
However, with so many ledgers in the east warehouse, it was impossible to burn them all at once without being discovered by everyone. This road was blocked by him.
Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief and took a look at the sky. It was still the middle of the night, and it was already halfway through the night. He thought for a while and returned to the court not far away to continue resting. He would finish checking the accounts tomorrow and be busy with other matters.
However, as soon as he returned, he met Banxi outside the court door.
This Silla maid wore a curtain hat and carried a small box in her hands. She walked happily towards her and said, "Mr. Sir, my lady asked me to bring you some late-night snacks."
Ouyang Rong looked at it and nodded:
"Thank you for your hard work. There must be nothing wrong with Auntie."
"It's not hard. Meiluyuan is very nice. I'm just worried about you."
"It's okay, I'm not hungry."
Ouyang Rong shook his head, opened the box, looked down at it, and then gave the late-night snacks to the government servants who had brought him over.
"Send her back to Meiluyuan. In addition, send these food to the east warehouse to give Old Cui Tou and Junior Sister Xie a taste. Tell them that it's okay to take a rest when they are tired. There is no need to rush."
"Yes, sir."
The government officials left with a somewhat reluctant look on their faces. Ouyang Rong first thanked the soldiers who were guarding openly or covertly outside the lobby for their hard work, chatted for a few words, and then returned to the court.
This time he did not lie down to rest. Instead, he turned off the fire and sat alone on a chair, lowering his head and closing his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose to rest.
In fact, this courthouse not far from the east warehouse is also heavily guarded. There are many traps in the courtyard, and people are posted on the roof, waiting for someone to take risks.
After all, dogs will jump over the wall when they are anxious.
Sitting alone in the darkness, Ouyang Rong felt a little sleepy. At this moment, several crisp wooden fish sounds suddenly came to his ears.
He was slightly stunned.
Why did your merit suddenly increase in the middle of the night?
The young county magistrate was a little confused, but no matter how he thought about it, adding merit should be a good thing.
He nodded and closed his eyes to rest in the dark.
…
Xie Lingjiang looked at the late-night snacks sent by his senior brother, then turned to look at Captain Qin outside the door. The latter nodded slightly, indicating that someone had been sent to check and there was nothing wrong with the food.
Xie Lingjiang looked back and continued to sit upright.
He stared at the warehouse without eating.
"Mingtang has led us well." Old Cui Tou distributed the supper to his apprentices and looked at the sky. "You can only rest for a quarter of an hour after eating. If you go to relieve yourself, don't go too far. Come back early."
Everyone nodded, stood up one after another, stretched and relaxed, and went out to relieve themselves. However, before going out, they would be searched by Captain Qin and others.
Only Lao Cui didn't move his head and continued to sit in his original position sorting out the account books. He also reached out to pick up the account books on the desks of other clerks and looked down at them to check. Others are already used to this.
Only Xie Lingjiang and Lao Cuitou were left in the east warehouse.
Xie Lingjiang said: "Old sir, please take a rest. I will take care of you here."
Lao Cuitou shook his head and murmured: "It's almost dawn."
"Did you find anything about the Liu family's account?"
Old Cui Tou sighed and pointed to the stack of confidential account books on the table: "No wonder you can get rich every year when there are floods."
Xie Ling Jiang frowned, stood up and walked to check. At this moment, she suddenly smelled a pungent smell that was different from that of late night snacks. She immediately held her breath, and as if she had a tacit understanding, she suddenly raised her head:
I saw a big black gecko on the ceiling of the warehouse... No, it was not a black gecko, it was a man wearing a black robe and a bronze animal mask, his whole body clinging to the stone tiles of the ceiling.
I don’t know when I sneaked in!
Xie Lingjiang made a quick decision, grabbed several brushes on the table, and threw them like flying knives.
The beast-faced demon rolled over three times to dodge, and at the same time waved his sleeves and dropped something.
Xie Lingjiang below had already picked up a long bow. The bow was as curved as the moon. Before the string could move with the naked eye, an arrow came out. With a "swish" sound, the object dropped by the beast-faced monster was nailed to the ceiling.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and a flame ball with a diameter of three meters exploded from the arrow nail, and sparks flew everywhere.
Fortunately, a desk was kicked up from below and caught most of the falling flames.
All this happens in just one breath.
The beast-faced demon seemed to be afraid, climbing like a gecko towards the only narrow skylight at the top of the warehouse.
"Want to run?"
Xie Ling Jiang Liu's eyebrows stood up, and the next second he stepped on the edge of the table, like an eagle waving its wings on the blue clouds, leaping lightly onto the beam, and drew his sword to save people.
The beast-faced demon didn't look back, and threw another object, but it was bounced ten meters away by Xie Lingjiang's sword and fell down. This time, it didn't explode.
Xie Lingjiang ignored it and took the opportunity to approach. With a flash of sword light, the beast-faced monster was cut in half from the middle.
But in the next second, something strange happened. The broken lower half fell lightly, revealing an empty black robe; the "upper half" continued to crawl out toward the skylight, and it actually got out of the skylight the size of a human head.
"Sorcery! Divine Alchemist Taoism?"
Xie Lingjiang gritted his teeth, landed quickly, and rushed out of the door without saying a word. He said to Captain Qin and others who had gathered alertly outside the door, "Block the doors and windows and don't allow anyone to enter," and then chased the monster.
In just a few breaths, the two Qi practitioners exchanged blows, which shocked the soldiers. They went into the room to check the situation, and when they saw that Old Cui Tou, who was in charge of the audit, was not injured, they all left, closing the doors and sealing the windows.
However, what Captain Qin and others who were guarding the surroundings outside the door did not notice was that in the east warehouse behind them, Old Cui Tou, who was sitting alone, silently bent down and picked up the bird named Fen Tianlei on the ground. The cylindrical object was the last one thrown by the demon just now but did not explode.
Old Cui Tou calmly opened the small tube and slowly poured the liquid mixture of ointment and black powder onto the stack of account books on the table, and then poured some on his gray hair and body.
After doing this without realizing it, the quiet old man reached out and picked up the oil lamp on the next table.
But the next second, a man's voice that was familiar to the old man sounded outside the door:
"What do you want to do?"
