It is not yet certain whether the Liu family will come to the house to give up on the matter of Di Gongzha and exchange admission tickets for Zheyi Canal with the county government.
But the young county magistrate has never had the temperament to put all study materials on a USB flash drive.
Except when he took the postgraduate entrance examination, he was really desperate and desperate.
After completing his daily inspection of the progress of Zheyi Canal, Ouyang Rong returned to Longcheng County Government Office.
Before leaving Yan Liulang who was about to go down to work, he suddenly turned his head and asked this question:
"Liu Lang, if there is another flood in Yunmengze, even worse than the last May flood, what will you do?"
Yan Liulang was stunned, "Isn't there a Broken Wing Canal?"
"What if the Broken Wing Canal is far from being repaired?"
Under the serious gaze of the young county magistrate, the blue-robed headman lowered his head in thought for a while, nodded and said:
"I will carry Mingfu back to Donglin Temple."
The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched, and he smiled and cursed: "Why the hell do I need you to carry me on my back? It's not like I fainted last time, I can run by myself."
He changed his words and nodded in approval:
"But your idea is good. The high terrain of Dagushan is a good place, and there is also a hospitable Donglin Temple. Well, Master Shandao will definitely welcome us, although there may be a little more visitors by then."
"Where's Ashan, what will happen if you meet me?" Ouyang Rong turned around and asked the dull and thin man behind him.
Liu Ashan was silent for a while, holding back his words: "Master, I am good at water and I am not afraid of water."
"..." Ouyang Rong.
Liu Ashan scratched his head in embarrassment and added:
"But A-mei and A-niang won't. I will prepare wooden barrels or bamboo rafts in advance to protect them when the flood comes. The last flood in May was so sudden that no one prepared anything. So many people died..."
He raised his head again and said:
"But it would be nice if a big ship could be mobilized in advance, but only the rich families have the money to prepare it. We poor people can only prepare more barrels. No matter where it floats, just don't drown."
Ouyang Rong nodded slightly, "Is the ship taking refuge? It's also a good idea."
The three chatted for a few words and then dispersed.
Ouyang Rong stretched and walked into the county government hall.
After he was free, he became busy again because there was something he should prepare seriously for.
Ouyang Rong appreciated what someone said very much.
He hits his, I hit mine.
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Facts have proved that even if you are saving the world, you still have to be taken back to eat by your aunt.
Meiluyuan.
Ouyang Rong opened the door and entered the house.
Before he could sit firmly at the dinner table, his aunt stuffed a warm sandalwood food box into his arms.
"Go, go, go, bring food to Huanhan?"
Ouyang Rong, who was tired from working on papers all morning, asked his silver-haired maid to bring an armchair as soon as he came back.
He threw his body into the chair and was too lazy to move, and said sincerely:
"Auntie, the food that the maids of the Su Mansion may have is better than ours. Let's not lower the level of our little junior sister's food."
Zhen glanced at a certain brat and smiled:
"Unfortunately, Huanwan just wants to try our Nanlong specialties. I went to visit her in the morning and I made an agreement with her that you will go over and deliver food. I won't eat from Su Mansion today."
The dignified and graceful woman in the skirt gently kicked her nephew's calf under the table, "So please ask a certain senior brother to move."
Ouyang Rong was speechless: "The chef in the back kitchen cooks the dishes from his hometown. It's not spicy at all and the taste is soft."
I don't know if it's a coincidence, but Ouyang Rong was born in a place where spicy food is the worst. Now the taste here in Longcheng County is sweet, and he feels as bland as eating vegetarian food every day.
Zhen did not deny this, but nodded:
"That's true, the food cooked by this cook is indeed not as spicy as ours in Nanlong. Your mother used to be the best at cooking spicy food. It seems to be a skill passed down from her family...
"Let's make do now and see if we can find a different cook another day. Don't be lazy and hurry up and deliver the food. Huanhua is waiting with eager eyes. There is a portion for two people in the box. Tanlang will eat with her by the way. Go quickly. Well, don’t let your own food get cold."
"Why do you want to see through it? My aunt uses idioms randomly again."
Ouyang Rong took the tea cup carefully handed over by Wei Lai, took a sip, and touched her warm white-haired head.
He hooked the food box with two fingers and went out reluctantly.
Zhen smiled slightly and watched Tan Lang's back disappear.
"Wait a minute, white-haired maid, why are you following me? What if you scare the neighbors of Su Mansion? Come back."
Seeing something from the corner of her eye, Mrs. Zhen frowned slightly. Ye Weilai, who was following Ouyang Rong eagerly, trembled all over, stopped on the spot, lowered her head and returned to the house.
The silver-haired maid poured another cup of hot tea and presented it to the woman in front of the table, whom she was deeply afraid of.
She had not been new to Meiluyuan for a long time. During the day, when her master was away, she was studying behind the senior maids such as Ban Xi.
Because she grew up in a cage, it was not worth the food merchant's money to develop any skills in serving others or playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so the silver-haired girl knew nothing but silly and diligent hands and feet.
But being diligent is not considered an advantage among servants from wealthy families, but is a basic skill.
Of course, whether it is warm or cold depends on the mood of the master.
The owner's aunt didn't like her very much. This was clear to Verais when she grabbed the owner's clothes and came to the house on the first day.
"Madam, you have tea."
Wei Lai's gray-blue eyes were full of flattery, and her two little hands held up the tea and presented it to her, regardless of the hot cup.
The only thing she is good at now is this tea art. This is what the master taught her with a smile after seeing her playing with the teacup foolishly at night recently...
Mrs. Zhen glanced at the teacup, but did not take it. She continued to take a bite of vegetables, chewed her cheeks, nodded and muttered: "It's really not spicy enough, Tan Lang likes spicy food..."
After tasting, she put down her chopsticks, took the semi-thin napkin, touched the corner of her mouth, and suddenly asked:
"How is Tanlang sleeping recently? Do you have insomnia in the middle of the night?"
Before Wei Lai, whose hands were numb from holding the tea cup, could speak, a voice beside her said softly:
"It's in vain for the eldest lady to ask. Lang Jun and she sleep on two quilts. Lang Jun wakes up at night. I guess she sleeps like a little pig. How do you know?"
Zhen's jade face sank.
Wei Lai panicked and said:
"No, no, the master said he was afraid of sleeping and would turn over and press the slave, so there are only two quilts. The master likes to touch the slave's hair to fall asleep. Every time he gets up and turns over, he will press the slave's long hair. The slave knows it. , not lazy.”
Madam Zhen frowned: "Which one takes care of Tan Lang is you, or is Tan Lang taking care of you? Also, if you don't sleep on the same bed with him, how can you warm the bed?"
There was mist in Wei Lai's gray-blue eyes. She trembled with her lips and said softly:
"It's the master who won't let me. The slave hugged him from behind, and he became stiff. He also said that he couldn't sleep and was not used to it... The slave didn't dare to hug him anymore, for fear of disturbing the master's sleep. He is very tired from busy work every day. …”
Zhen shook her head, "Nonsense, Tan Lang was put to sleep by me before. Didn't he sleep well? Why aren't you used to it?"
A maid behind Banxi interjected:
"The madam is absolutely right. It's not that I'm not used to you, but I'm not used to you. Maybe I'm afraid that when I open my eyes at night, I'll see this strange face of yours, which will frighten me into nightmares."
Banxi also nodded and looked at the white-haired maid: "So, does Mr. Lang sleep with his back to you?"
Wei Lai's little body froze, and she forgot for a moment that the teacup she was holding in her hand was hot. Her face was redder than her burned fingers, "Slave...Slave..."
Mrs. Zhen did not take the tea from beginning to end. She finished her meal slowly. Before getting up, she said:
"If you can't do well as a personal maid, take the initiative to talk to Tanlang and ask for a suitable one. Don't kidnap Tanlang's kindness based on your remaining pity."
He nodded in agreement:
"Yes, you can't do anything anyway, so you might as well give up your position. This will be good for both husband and you. At least it will prove that you are not a white-eyed wolf and are really good for my husband."
"Ahh..."
The silver-haired maid's face flushed, and she opened her mouth to agree, but when she thought of leaving the master who gently touched her head and coaxed her to sleep at night, her fragile heart, which was not familiar with the world, felt a throbbing pain.
The girl was reluctant to say those words, but she also thought that her face might scare her master into nightmares at night, so the master just pitied her...
There were many expressions on Wei Lai's face, including feelings of inferiority, shame, self-blame, etc.
The silver-haired maid lowered her head deeply.
"Okay, don't talk nonsense. If you two are good, go and let Tan Lang choose you to live in the room. Why would you bully a white-haired maid? Forget it. Since Tan Lang didn't say anything, let's see again. "
Mrs. Zhen glanced sideways at the maids behind her who were fanning the flames.
The latter quickly bowed their heads and said honestly.
The woman in Luoqun shook her head and felt that the house was in a mess. Why was it so difficult to find a maid suitable to take care of Tan Lang?
Mrs. Zhen's face showed melancholy, and she left with the maid waiting for her.
In an empty room with only a table of scraps, a certain silver-haired girl stood there blankly, with two lines of wet marks on her pale face. It was unknown how long it had passed before her slender body moved a little, and she put it down tremblingly. The hot and cold tea cup is in my hand.
In front of the table and stool, the girl squatted down, curled up and hugged her knees. Water droplets fell on the cold floor. She raised the back of her hand and wiped her bruised face carelessly. The girl's wet hands fell from the lapel of her skirt. Taking out two copper coins that were still warm, she stared at them with red eyes, seeming to be muttering something...
Someone in the distance didn't know that his gentlemanly behavior of suppressing "awe-inspiring righteousness" every night and being secretly proud of it would cause so many waves in Meiluyuan and attract the attention of so many daughters' families.
At the moment, he is not taking the right path. He is carrying a food box in his hand and "bravely venturing into the world" in the unfamiliar plum blossom forest in the back house.
Needless to say, this path was quite fast. After a while, Ouyang Rong saw the buildings of Su Mansion.
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