It is not yet certain whether the Liu family will come to the house to give up on the matter of Di Gong Gate and exchange admission tickets for Zheyi Canal with the county government.
But the young county magistrate never had the temperament to put all study materials on a USB flash drive.
Except for the fact that when he took the postgraduate entrance examination, he really went all out and made a desperate move.
After completing his daily inspection of the progress of Zheyi Canal, Ouyang Rong returned to the 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 more serious 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 laughed 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 him?" 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 because it was too sudden, and everyone didn't prepare 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 rich families can afford 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 had some free time, he became busy again because he had something to prepare for seriously.
Ouyang Rong appreciated what someone said very much.
He beats his, I beat mine.
…
Facts have proved that even if you are saving the world, you still have to be taken back to eat by your aunt.
Meilu Garden.
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 eat may be better than ours, so we'd better not lower the level of our little junior sister's diet."
Mrs. 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 a 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 whether in his past life or in this life, the place where Ouyang Rong was born is an area heavily affected by spicy food. Now the taste here in Longcheng County is sweeter, and he feels as bland as eating vegetarian food every day.
Madam Zhen did not deny this, she just 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 change the 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.
Come on, don’t let your food get cold too.”
"Why are you so eager to see through it? My aunt is using 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, Zhen frowned slightly and said. Ye Weilai, who was following Ouyang Rong eagerly, shook her whole body, stopped where she was, and returned to the house with her head lowered.
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. When her master was away during the day, 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 people or playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so the silver-haired girl could do nothing but stupidly 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 Verier 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 how hot the cup was.
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 tea cup, but did not take it. She continued to take a bite of food, 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 lately? 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 when he goes to sleep. 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 bedding 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:
"The master didn'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 was 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 are you not used to it?"
A maid behind Banxi interjected:
"What the eldest lady is saying is absolutely true. It's not that I'm not used to you, but I'm afraid that when I open my eyes at night, I'll see this strange face of yours, which will scare me into having nightmares."
Banxi also nodded and glanced at the white-haired maid: "So, does Mr. Lang sleep with his back to you?"
Wei Lai's little body froze, and for a moment she forgot that the teacup she was holding was hot. Her face was redder than her burned fingers, "Slave...Slave..."
Mrs. Zhen did not take the tea at all. She finished her meal slowly, and 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 by relying on your remaining pity."
He nodded in agreement:
"Yes, since you can't do anything anyway, 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 your husband."
"Ahh..."
The silver-haired maid's face turned red 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 experienced in 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. How can 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 lowered their heads and said honestly.
The woman in Luoqun shook her head and felt that the inner house was in a mess. Why was it so difficult to find a maid suitable to take care of Tanlang?
Mrs. Zhen's face showed melancholy, and she left with half a dozen waiting maids.
In an empty room with only a table of scraps of food, a 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 and she put down tremblingly.
A cup of tea that has been heated and cooled in the 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 plates that were still warm, she stared at them with red eyes, seeming to be muttering something...
In the distance, someone 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.
Not to mention, this path was quite fast, and soon Ouyang Rong saw the buildings of Su Mansion.