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Chapter 208 Arranging the Funeral Events and the People from Luoyang

The chief officials and officials of the Longcheng county government found that a certain young county magistrate had recently become much more talkative.

Even yesterday morning when he bumped into Diao Xiancheng and fell asleep on the spot, he didn't say anything, and walked away silently with his hands behind his back. He just joked to the old county magistrate afterwards and fined him some salary.

These changes seem to have started after recovering from the cold and returning to Yamen.

In addition, Master Ming Fu seemed to be enjoying some leisurely leisure time in the past two days.

However, he is not like those Confucian county magistrates in the past, who held public gatherings and gathered literati and scholars to dance and write in scenic spots.

Instead, they took their entourage officials and wandered from the Yuenv Gorge in the upper reaches of the Butterfly Creek to the sandbar at the farthest Yangtze River inlet in the lower reaches, in the name of investigating the people's sentiments.

Relying on only one pair of legs, silently walked along the Butterfly Creek, passing through Digong Gate, Zheyi Canal, Xiaogu Mountain, Dagu Mountain and other places, and even some remote villages in the ravines, ten miles and eight towns, the adults of the Ming Mansion I went to have a look... Finally, I took a tour of the entire Longcheng County.

Looking left and right all the way, saying very little, and then returning to Luming Street silently.

Some county government officials couldn't help guessing whether this Mingfu lord who liked to toss around and always made surprises had new policies to announce.

But after wandering around and returning to the Longcheng County Government Office, the young county magistrate rested again, on and off duty, and everything was as usual.

The only movement that attracted everyone's attention was to care about the progress of the Zheyi Canal, which was about to be completed. In the lobby of the county government, some grain merchants and gentry who invested in the Zheyi Canal were routinely convened to discuss future plans and some Details change.

In addition, if you insist on saying there are other big moves.

That is, the master of Mingfu suddenly incorporated Liu Ashan and other young men from the militia team into the county yamen. For this reason, a new Cao Division was established in the yamen to prevent floods and provide disaster relief to the people, which can be regarded as an expansion.

However, everyone in the county government was not surprised at this matter. This kind of matter was originally within the scope of the county magistrate of Longcheng, and the Master of the Ming Mansion asked Jiangzhou for instructions according to the procedures. The procedures were reasonable and compliant, nothing to do easy to say.

Moreover, everyone in the county government knew that Liu Ashan and other men were Ouyang Rong's closest confidants besides Yan Liulang.

Generally speaking, in the various prefectures and counties of the Great Zhou Dynasty, county magistrates and other local governors, new officials would bring some cronies and staff into the government office when they took office, arrange positions, come up with three tricks, and streamline or expand the team.

Like Ouyang Rong, it took so long after taking office to carry out personnel transfers and come to a half-set of routine three-axes, which surprised everyone in the county government.

But when I turned around and thought about it, this lord of the Ming family was an upright gentleman who stood up to the princess and pleaded for the people, so it's normal for him to be special...

Ouyang Rong didn't know that his every move was so concerned by his colleagues, even if he knew, he would probably just smile.

In the evening, Ouyang Rong returned to the county office on Luming Street as usual.

He went to Zheyi Qu to inspect for a while this afternoon.

Entering the courtroom, Ouyang Rong took off his hat, drank herbal tea thirsty, stared at the "Fair and Bright" plaque directly above the courtroom, and muttered softly:
"This Liu Zian seems to be really honest. The promised contribution to Zheyi Qu is not bad, and even a lot of it. You are a good citizen. If you are pretending to be a grandson, then you are too good at pretending."

He lowered his head and thought for a while, frowned for a long time, then loosened his brows, and shook his head slightly:
"The Liu family has been dismantled into this appearance by me, and the prestige of the county's public trial has been discredited among the people, and there are junior sisters and Liu Lang who are sharpening their knives.

"There is only one dilapidated sword shop left, and half of the craftsmen in the sword shop were dug out by me, and they were included in the county government office in the name of repairing gates. This Liu Zian kept smiling when he saw me today, and didn't mention this at all.

"By the way, am I going too far and not hitting the smiling face... Forget it, I hit the smiling face.

"However, I really can't think of anything else that could pose a threat to the Liu family."

Ouyang Rong held the teacup in his hand, stood still for a while, and nodded slightly.

For the past two days, he has been checking for omissions and making up for vacancies, to see if there are any missing places, and after looking around, he found that there really seems to be nothing that he must stay and do in person.

After a while, he gave orders to Liu Ashan outside the door without turning his head, and then a chief of the county yamen, Cao, was summoned.
Ouyang Rong turned around and asked directly: "How much salary can I draw?"

Chief Hu Cao was taken aback.

After half an hour.

The officials of Hucao retreated, and in the spacious county government hall, only the figure of Ouyang Rong, the top leader and behind the case, was left sitting upright.

On the koan in front of him, there was a small gray cloth bag and a small stack of papers quietly placed.

This is the salary of Ouyang Rong's seventh-rank official body, which is divided into salary, salary, and some assigned positions.

There is not much salary and silver, and it is all on the table. Lumi and the harvest of the assigned positions are all in the booklet, which can be used to get it.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head to check, sighed and shook his head:

"It's no wonder that the local officials want to receive filial gifts and earn extra money. The projects they handle are tens of thousands of taels of silver, but their salary is only a small amount of silver...the seventh-rank officials don't have any money left."

Having been busy in Longcheng for so long, he laughed at himself as if he was having a hard time with the salary of a "seventh-rank civil servant" in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

He raised his hand to weigh the small cloth bag, pondered for a moment, took out a few strings of copper coins from it, and lined them up on the table carefully.

"Ashan."

Ouyang Rong raised his head and called Liu Ashan, nuzui gestured for the copper coins on the table:
"This is the cost of renting a boat, and you share it with the boatmen."

Liu Ashan hesitated to speak, but someone who didn't like "private use of public equipment" had already got up and left.

The sunset in the evening made the shadow of the desk in the lobby very long, as did the shadow of a young county magistrate at the door.

Ouyang Rong stopped in front of the door, looked back at the familiar Gongan lobby, felt a little bit of nostalgia for the sight, and stayed longer and longer every day.

"Good guy, you don't have much money, you're still addicted, right?"

Ouyang Rong laughed at himself, left with the rest of his salary, and returned home.

He first went to Hucao to exchange for Lumi, then joined hands with Liu Ashan and others, and carried them back to Meilu Garden together.

In the yard, saying goodbye to Liu Ashan and others with a smile, Ouyang Rong glanced at the white-haired maid who was snuggling quietly in front of the house.

Ouyang Rong reached into his bosom, took out the small cloth bag that was more than half deflated, and pointed to Lumi and other things, signaling Ye Weilai and the maids to put it away.

These were brought back to the Zhen family and the Nanlong Ouyang family. Although they were not worth much, they did not rely on his salary, but his official status and fame.

Ouyang Rong went into the house to wash his hands and went to have dinner.

Ye Weilai led a group of maids, followed silently, surrounded and served.

At the dining table, there was only the occasional sound of chopsticks bumping against the crisp porcelain bowls, but no one spoke.

Ever since Ouyang Rong issued a resolute order that night to let Ye Weilai take the remaining maids back to Nanlong, the atmosphere between master and servant has been like this in the past two days.

In the past two days in Meilin Courtyard, when Ye Weilai was doing things like making beds, serving tea and rice, doing laundry and mopping the floor, she lowered her head, turning her head from time to time to look at the figure of the male owner who was buried in the papers, cautiously.

However, the white-haired maid's timid, obedient, and hard-working performance did not shake someone's firm attitude at all.

The atmosphere at home became more and more silent.

It was supposed to be a long parting speech, but Ouyang Rong was exceptionally silent.

Tonight's dinner also ended in the tacit silence between the two.

After taking a bath, Ouyang Rong came to the study room. Recently, there were a lot of Taoist scriptures, Buddhist scriptures and books written by metaphysical hermits on his desk.

They were all borrowed by Ouyang Rong from Donglin Temple and some gentry and country gentry in the county, just for show, but they didn't bother to look through them.

In front of the desk, Ouyang Rong, who was dressed in a clean white coat after taking a shower, turned his head to look at the books and calligraphy piled up on the bookshelf, bowed his head and thought for a while, then got up and went forward to pack and tidy up these books.

"It's too troublesome for Wei Lai to take these books back. Let's give them to Su Dalang and encourage him to study hard. After all, they are also gifts from Tan Hualang, the youngest Jinshi in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Well, you're welcome."

Thinking of the rich expressions on Su Dalang's bearded face after receiving these books a few days later, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but laugh, and his mood improved a lot.

Just do what you say, all night, Ouyang Rong was cleaning the house, packing books and notes.

Until late at night, there is no moon tonight, it is dark outside the door, and the cold wind blows.

Ye Weilai was dressed in a thin nightgown, holding an oil lamp in both hands, silently entered the room, her big blue eyes were slightly swollen and red, she quietly glanced at the busy figure of Ouyang Rong at the desk, lowered her head and walked to the back room, put down the lamp, spread the quilt Warm the bed.

Not long after, turn off the fire in the house and go to bed.

The inner room was plunged into darkness, and the air was completely silent. Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and lay on his back with the quilt folded on his hands.

The small quilt next to him near the outside was bulging, and he didn't know what kind of sleeping position it was.

"I weigh eighty pounds."

A bulging "little quilt" suddenly said.

After the evening of that day, Ouyang Rong and Ye Weilai had only spoken in single digits until just now, and they were all daily questions and answers. This is the first time Ye Weilai has spoken on his own initiative in the past two days.

Ouyang Rong also noticed that the little girl used "I" instead of "nuer" or other modest names.

"What?" In the darkness, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and turned his head slightly towards her.

"When Tan Lang bought me home, I weighed sixty catties, but now I weigh eighty catties," she said.

Ouyang Rong remembered that the little girl was locked in an iron cage at that time, and he exchanged it for rice, and she was weighed when she came out of the cage, and it weighed as much as sixty catties of five buckets of rice.

He was silent for a while:

"Oh."

The little girl seemed to wrench her fingers under the quilt, and a serious voice came:

"Sixty catties changed to eighty catties, and Tan Lang didn't lose money."

"..."

Ouyang Rong, who was a little melancholy about parting, was immediately amused. He suddenly got up, lifted the small quilt next to him, and rubbed his fluffy silver-haired head vigorously. He was very speechless:
"The rice you eat doesn't count, does it?"

In the darkness, the little girl seemed to tilt her head and was stunned for a moment.

She raised her little hand, the back of her hand seemed to be about to wipe her eyes, but she stopped halfway and scratched her little nose indiscriminately, bowed her head and said "oh", and didn't speak again.

Ouyang Rong withdrew his hand, hesitated for a while, and said seriously:
"It's the age to grow your body, eat more, a hundred catties is normal."

"Okay." Ye Weilai raised her face and couldn't help puffing out her small chest and asked, "When I'm a hundred catties, how can I tell Tan Lang? Can I write to you?"

Ouyang Rong lay down again, closed his eyes and said, "You will grow up first."

Ye Weilai also lay down, her blue eyes stared at the ceiling for a while, then she suddenly reached into the neckline of her nightgown, took out a necklace from her bosom, twirled her fingers lightly, and gently bit her lips.

There is a slight "cracking" sound of metal grinding teeth.

The little girl has good teeth.

Ouyang Rong turned his head vigilantly, leaned back slightly, and said with a disgusted expression:

"What are you doing?"

Ye Weilai handed out two copper coins foolishly, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want it?"

Ouyang Rong misheard a word, and a black line appeared on his forehead: "I won't bite, it's too dirty, take it away."

Also misheard a word, and heard him say the word "dirty" angrily, the little girl's shoulders trembled.

Ouyang Rong suddenly reacted sensitively, and his voice softened:

"I mean don't bite, it's not that I don't want it, I want it, but keep letting it go and keep it for me."

"Good good!"

Ye Weilai nodded her head hurriedly, and stuffed the two red-threaded copper plates back to her chest. This was the "buntou" that Ouyang Rong gave her at first, and she has done it again.

"sleep."

"it is good."

The two fell asleep again.

But after a while, Ouyang Rong who proposed to "sleep" suddenly said:
"If I sent you all the way there, wouldn't you feel better?"

The little girl was taken aback, "Huh?"

Ouyang Rong was silent for a while, and calmly repeated:

"I mean, ask for a leave of absence to send you back to Nanlong, but it's just to keep you safe on the road, and when I get there, I will turn around and leave with Zhuxiang.

"It shouldn't be so sad to say goodbye like this, so can you stop crying secretly?"

Ye Weilai shook her head, then nodded again, not knowing what she was answering.

In the end, she buried her face deeply, and stammered softly: "Okay...Tan Lang...sleep...sleep."

There was no more sound in the house.

In the darkness, Ouyang Rong silently turned his head and glanced at the direction of the desk. There was a bronze mask there, which seemed to be useful...

The next day.

As usual, Ouyang Rong went to the county government office early in the morning.

But today, the desk in front of him was filled with stacks of envelopes.

Ouyang Rong sat upright, spreading paper and ink, and began to write.

The morning time flew by, and Ouyang Rong continued to write. During the period, he raised his head from time to time to see the sunlight on the promenade outside the door, his lips squirmed slightly, and he was choosing his words carefully.

Near noon, he put down the brush, twisted his right wrist with his left palm.

"Ashan."

"Yes, sir."

Ouyang Rong pushed a thick stack of neat envelopes to Liu Ashan, and calmly ordered:
"Send it all."

Liu Ashan was taken aback, then nodded, "Okay, master."

Take the letter and leave.

Ouyang Rong leaned on the back of the chair and let out a long breath.

These letters were all sent to friends and teachers of the same year as the original body, as long as he remembered the name and address, he would write a letter.

After all, Ouyang Rong was born as a Jinshi. There are many contacts among these literati, whether they are far or near, but it is not a bad thing under the maintenance of letters. In the letter, I mentioned the Ouyang family of Nanlong.

Maybe among these people, there will be high officials, positions and ministers in the future?Leave a piece of incense and love, chat is better than nothing.

As the only seed of study in this family over the years, he can only do this.

Watching Liu Ashan go away, Ouyang Rong sat down silently and looked at the last blank letter paper on the public table.

"I also have to leave a letter for the junior sister and the teacher... This letter should be well written... Say something, just let it be too nasty."

Ouyang Rong murmured in a daze, lost his mind for a moment, and resumed writing.

But he was only halfway through the writing when there was a rush of footsteps outside the hall of the county government office.

I saw several officials rushing to the case table in a hurry, and the leader Diao Xiancheng stumbled with his left foot and his right foot, fell violently, and fell to the ground. Before he could get up in time, he hurriedly straightened his hat and told:
"Ming Mansion, Ming Mansion, it's not good, there are people from Luo Jing! There are also people in the palace, who seem to be the ladies in colorful clothes next to Her Majesty the Empress!"

Ouyang Rong's hand holding the pen stopped, and the thick ink gathered and dyed into a small ink blob on the paper.

He slowly raised his face, looked outside the sunny door, frowned and said softly:

"Why do the people in the palace come here when they have nothing to do?"

　A bit short... (orz reboots the sixth day)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)