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Chapter 100 Ah Qing's Birthday and the New Cook

I negotiated a deal with Liu Ziwen last night.

Early the next morning, the manager of the Liu family came to the Longcheng county government office to hand over Liu Cao.

The matter of the Digong gate was immediately put on the agenda, and under the supervision of the young county magistrate, it began to be implemented.

The planned Liu family craftsmen and county government staff also began to mobilize one after another.

It stands to reason that these things should be left to the subordinates to do. Like the young Patriarch of the Liu family, Ouyang Rong only needs to cut a colorful dew and show up on the day Di Gongzha is completed.

However, the young county magistrate took the matter of Di Gongzha more seriously than the first phase of Zheyi Qu, and went to the front to inspect it in person.

Early this morning, Ouyang Rong took his subordinates to go upstream to inspect the former site of the Digong Gate.

It is quite convenient to take a boat from Penglangdu to go upstream by water. Butterfly Creek is not too fast, and going upstream is not much slower than the land route.

Ouyang Rong once again set foot on the former site of Di Gong Gate.

Among the abandoned wooden piles and stone piers on both sides of the river, there are wild flowers of the same blue color, and the soil and vegetation after the flood are soaring.

Gives a rather barren feeling.

The dexterous subordinates in the team approached the young county magistrate and explained to him about the newly built Digong Gate.

Ouyang Rong listened silently, nodding his head from time to time, but his eyes unconsciously fell on the blue flowers all over the old site.

Driving all the way from Penglangdu, there are blue wild flowers on both sides of the bank.

In Longcheng, it is called butterfly flower by the locals, and it blooms on both sides of Butterfly Creek.

But Ouyang Rong was a little dumbfounded when he saw it. Isn't this the iris flower from the previous life, but it probably doesn't have this name right now.

After a busy morning of inspection, until noon, the young county magistrate and his party stopped for lunch at a farmer in a mountain village not far away.

The aftermath of the Longcheng flood has passed a lot, and the scars are gradually healed.

The refugees who fled from the upper reaches to Longcheng survived the hunger in the relief camp, and saved some money and food through the county government's work-for-work construction. Many people who have family land have returned to the village.

This is the case in this mountain village where they settled down. The farmers who resettled were very enthusiastic about the arrival of the 'Magistrate of Radish'. Women, children and children gathered around one after another. The yard was full of people. He got away with an excuse.

As the sun was rising, the craftsmen of the Liu family and the county clerks finished the on-the-spot investigation and records of the former site of the Di Gong Gate, and everyone was about to return to the county seat. Ouyang Rong wiped the sweat on his forehead with his left sleeve.

"Hey, where's Ah Shan?"

He turned his head and didn't see the figure of a certain dull man. He turned around and took a few steps back around the hull of the boat, only to find that Liu Ashan was bending over to pick something on the wet stall behind the stern.

When the dull, tall man grabbed a handful of blue irises and boarded the boat, and the boat started to return, Ouyang Rong at the bow asked curiously:
"Ah Shan, why are you picking these flowers?"

Liu Ashan said sullenly: "Today is my sister's birthday, she likes butterfly flowers very much."

Ouyang Rong was stunned, "Ah Qing's birthday? How old are you?"

"fourteen."

"I remember you said last time that you bought a house in the outskirts of the city, and Ah Qing and Ling Tang took it over, didn't they?"

"The master manages everything every day, but he still remembers this matter."

Ouyang Rong said directly:

"Later, you will go home directly to accompany your family. You won't come to the county office in the afternoon. I will bring them to Meiluyuan for dinner tonight. I will ask my aunt to prepare some dishes. By the way, I will cook a bowl of longevity noodles for Ah Qing."

The young county magistrate smiled, and the tall, thin man looked hesitant, and the former made the decision involuntarily:

"Don't shirk, that's it."

After a moment of silence, Liu Ashan nodded and wiped the mud on both sides of his trousers.

Ouyang Rong asked again with concern: "Didn't you say to redeem your mother and sister before, how is it now?"

"Auntie has redeemed, but Auntie hasn't."

Ouyang Rong frowned slightly:
"Is it because you don't have enough money? Ah Qing is already fourteen. In the village just now, he is already married. It's better to redeem his good status so that he can find a good family in the future."

Liu Ashan shook his head: "No, it's my sister who doesn't want to redeem, she said she can earn some more money, she wants to work a little longer, and she can help..."

Ouyang Rong wanted to ask again, but the dull man looked around. There was no one at the bow, and the wind was loud. He leaned close to Ouyang Rong and said in a low voice:
"Master, do you still remember what I mentioned last time, the vacant Jiasan sword stove on the west bank of Butterfly Creek?"

"I have the impression that the craftsmen it vacated were not transferred by the Liu family to prepare for the repair of the Di public gate?"

"There is such a thing, but the Liu Family's emptiness of the Jiasanjian furnace was before Liu Ziwen approached the master to make peace, and there was no sign of easing up with us at that time. And our people asked, the follow-up of this Jiasanjian furnace is a bit strange."

"What's weird?"

"After the Sword Furnace Man was evacuated, the fire was still burning, as if there was no intention of stopping."

"All the people in this Jiasanjian furnace have been withdrawn?"

"No, but the original swordsmiths have all withdrawn, and some old, weak, sick and disabled craftsmen came to guard. I don't know why the fire does not go out. You can see black smoke every morning, and it is burning day and night. .”

"If you don't turn off the flame, what is this sword furnace casting?"

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but wonder, combined with some abnormalities of Liu Ziwen and Liu's family in the past few days, he looked a little wary.

"do not know."

"Go and inquire again, this matter must be focused on."

"Yes, sir."

The bow of the ship became quiet, only the howling wind, as if no conversation had happened...

Back at the Longcheng County Government Office, Ouyang Rong and Liu Ashan separated, and the two made an appointment for dinner at night.

Ouyang Rong took a break in the afternoon and continued to work in the afternoon. His current work was mainly to review the plans provided by the craftsmen of the Liu family with the subordinates of the scribes.

The young county magistrate buried himself in the papers and was busy for an hour before getting up and stretching, grabbing a teacup to drink, and taking a long breath, he glanced around.

The hall of the office was filled with the sound of Sasha flipping pages and banging ink, and the subordinates from Liucao were all working with their heads down.

However, Ouyang Rong knew that some of them were probably extraordinarily hardworking because of his presence.

Ouyang Rong circled around the case, and suddenly thought of something, his face was a little perplexed.

In the evening, I called Ah Qing to Meilu Garden to eat longevity noodles. She is a birthday star, so he must give something, even her brother sent a bouquet of butterfly flowers.

Almost being rude, Ouyang Rong criticized himself a little.

But the things for the little girl don't need to be too expensive, the little girl is generally very easy to coax.

"I remember that Ah Qing seems to be doing manual needlework. She is careful and dexterous. Then... let's fold a piece of paper."

The young county magistrate glanced at the wastebaskets next to the tables in the busy hall, and nodded inwardly.

Just do it.

Someone put down his teacup and stepped off the stage.

The scribes who were concentrating on their work behind the ten tables in the hall suddenly tensed up in their chairs.

Many people secretly wondered: What is the Ming government doing? Why are they going through our wastebaskets one by one? Could it be...

The fisherman among the crowd suddenly became nervous, and his work-obsessed face became more focused.

The hall seemed even quieter.

Ouyang Rong raised his head and looked curiously at his subordinates who had been spattered with chicken blood. He didn't care much, and returned to the public case with some clean waste paper in the wastebasket.

The Longcheng County Yamen is still a government office, and the paper used by officials and scribes is still relatively expensive.

Ouyang Rong saw a kind of paper dyed indigo blue in it, which seemed to be called porcelain blue paper, which was often used in temples like Donglin Temple to copy scriptures.

The young county magistrate brought a wooden ruler and cut the porcelain blue paper into small triangles. He lowered his head and started to piece together.

It took less than a quarter of an hour to make a little gadget.

Put it aside, turn around and get back to business.

In the evening, Ouyang Rong came off duty, reached out to pick up the gadget and put it in a book, left the county office with the book in his arms, and returned to Meilu Garden.

Liu Ashan's family came earlier than Ouyang Rong imagined.

When he returned to Meilu Garden, he took the hot towel from the white-haired girl who was waiting eagerly at the door, wiped his face and hands casually, and rushed to the front hall where he had dinner.

Zhen Shi, Liu Mu, Liu Ashan, Ah Qing and others have already filled the round table.

"Master." Liu Ashan's family got up to salute.

"It's okay, it's okay, treat it like your own." Ouyang Rong pressed his palms and sat down with a smile.

Everyone sat down again and exchanged greetings.

Under Zhen's order, Banxi waited for the maid to serve the dishes.

The woman in Luo Qun said with a smile: "Ma'am, Ah Qing, you guys have a taste, this is the hometown dish of me and Tan Lang, do you think it suits your taste?"

Ouyang Rong saw the familiar dishes on this table, especially the bowl of Hu spicy soup in front of him, he couldn't help swallowing, and turned his eyes to Zhen's:

"Auntie, did our cook make this?"

Zhen said with a smile: "I changed the cook at home and asked Banxi to hire the cook from Yunshui Pavilion. Tan Lang likes to eat it, and he can eat it anytime in the future."

Ouyang Rong was taken aback.

　Foreshadowing this chapter, it may be a bit short... There is another chapter, after the code is finished, everyone go to bed early, and watch it tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)