No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 78
It is still uncertain whether the Liu family will come to admit their love for Di Gongzha and exchange Zheyi Qu's admission ticket with the county government.

But the young county magistrate never had the temperament to put all the study materials in a USB flash drive.

Apart from the fact that he was really desperate and put all his eggs in one basket when he took the postgraduate entrance examination.

After inspecting the progress of Zheyi Canal daily, Ouyang Rong returned to Longcheng County Government.

Before leaving Yan Liulang who was about to go down to work, he suddenly turned his head and asked such a question:
"Liulang, what will you do if there is another flood in Yunmengze, which is even worse than the May flood last time?"

Yan Liulang was taken aback, "Isn't there a canal with broken wings?"

"What if the Broken Wing Canal is far from being repaired?"

Under the serious gaze of the young county magistrate, the blue-clothed catcher bowed his head and pondered for a while, then nodded and said:

"I will carry Mingfu back to Donglin Temple."

The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched, and he scolded with a smile: "Why the hell do you want you to recite it? It's not like the last time I passed out. I can run by myself."

He changed his words and nodded in approval:

"However, your idea is good. Dagu Mountain is a good place because of its high terrain, and there is a hospitable Donglin Temple. Well, Master Shandao will definitely welcome us very much, although there may be a little more visitors then."

"What about Ah Shan, what will happen if you meet?" Ouyang Rong turned his head and asked the stiff and thin man behind him.

Liu Ashan was silent for a while, and choked out words: "Master, I am good at water, so 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, and protect them when the flood comes. The flood in May last time was because it was so sudden that everyone didn't prepare anything. That's why so many people died..."

He raised his head again and said:
"However, it would be great if the big boat could be dispatched in advance, but it must be rich families who have the money to prepare it. We poor people can only prepare more wooden barrels. No matter where it floats, just don't drown."

Ouyang Rong nodded slightly, "A ship for refuge? It's also a good idea."

The three of them chatted for a few words and then dispersed.

Ouyang Rong stretched his waist and stepped into the lobby of the county government office.

After he was free, he became busy again, because he had something to prepare seriously.

Ouyang Rong admired what someone said very much.

He hits his, I hit 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 pushed the door open and entered the room.

Before the dinner table, before he could sit still on his buttocks, his aunt stuffed a warm sandalwood food box into his arms.

"Go, go, deliver food to Houhou?"

Ouyang Rong, who was tired all morning from burying his head in paperwork, asked the silver-haired maid to bring a chair as soon as he came back.

He threw himself into the chair, too lazy to move, and said sincerely:

"Auntie, the food that the maids of the Su Mansion eat may be better than ours, so let's not lower the standard of food for the little junior sister."

Zhen Shi glanced at a certain brat and smiled:
"Unfortunately, Wan Hou just wanted to try our Nanlong's special dishes. I went to visit her in the morning, and I made an agreement with her. You will come and deliver the food, and I won't eat Su's food today."

The dignified and graceful woman in a skirt kicked her nephew's calf lightly under the table, "So please trouble a certain brother to move."

Ouyang Rong was speechless for a moment: "The chef in the back kitchen cooks home-style dishes. It's not spicy at all, and the taste is soft."

I don't know if it's just a coincidence, no matter in the previous life or in this life, Ouyang Rong was born in a place where spicy food is hardest hit. Right now, the taste in Longcheng County is on the sweet side, and he feels as bland as eating vegetarian food every day.

Zhen Shi did not deny this, but just nodded:
"It's true, the dishes made by this chef are indeed not as spicy as our Nanlong's. Your mother used to be the best at cooking spicy food. It seems that it is a handicraft passed down from their family...

"Let's go now. Let's see if we can change the cook another day. Don't be lazy, hurry up and send the rice. I'm waiting for you. The box is for two people. Tan Lang will eat with her by the way. Hurry up." Come on, don't delay your meal too."

"What are you looking forward to seeing through, and my aunt is using idioms indiscriminately again."

Ouyang Rong took the teacup Wei Lai handed over carefully, took a sip, and touched her warm white-haired head.

He hooked the food box with two fingers, and went out reluctantly.

Zhen Shi smiled slightly and watched Tan Lang's back disappear.

"Wait, white-haired girl, what are you doing with me? What if you scare the neighbors of the Su residence? Come back."

Seeing something out of the corner of the eye, Zhen frowned slightly, and Ye Weilai, who was eagerly following behind Ouyang Rong, trembled, stopped in place, and went back to the house with her head down.

The silver-haired maid went to pour another cup of hot tea, and presented it to the woman in a skirt who was afraid in her bones.

She was new to Meilu Garden not long ago, and during the day when the master was away, she followed Banxi and other senior maids to study.

Because she grew up in a cage before, and it is not worth the money of the big food businessman to cultivate the skills of serving people or piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so the silver-haired girl can't do anything, only stupid and diligent hands and feet.

It's just that being diligent in hands and feet is not considered an advantage among the servants of rich and noble families, but a basic skill.

Whether it's warm or not depends entirely on the master's mood.

The master's aunt didn't like her very much, and Wei Lai knew this when she grabbed the hem of the master's clothes and came to the house on the first day.

"Miss, you drink tea."

Wei Lai's gray-blue eyes were full of flattery, and her two small hands held the tea to the table regardless of the hot cup.

The only thing she is good at right now is tea art. This is what the master taught her with a smile after seeing her foolishly playing with teacups at night...

Mrs. Zhen glanced at the teacup, didn't take it, continued to take a bite of the food, chewed on her pink cheeks, nodded and muttered: "It's really not spicy enough, Tan Lang likes spicy food..."

After tasting, she put down her chopsticks, took the half-thin napkin, touched the corner of her mouth, and asked suddenly:

"How is Tan Lang's sleeping condition recently? Do you have insomnia in the middle of the night?"

Before Wei Lai raised her teacup and her hands were numb, she opened her mouth, and the half-thin voice on the side said:
"Ma'am, it's useless to ask. The husband and she are sleeping on two quilts. When the husband wakes up at night, I guess she sleeps like a little pig. How can I know?"

Zhen's jade face sank.

Wei Lai panicked and said:
"No, no, the master said that he was afraid of sleeping and he turned over and pressed 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."

Zhen Shi frowned: "Are you taking care of Tan Lang, or Tan Lang is taking care of you? Also, if you don't share a quilt with him, why would you warm your bed?"

Wei Lai's gray-blue eyes were filled with water mist, she trembled and said:

"It was the master who refused to let him. 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 affecting 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 my arms before, didn't he sleep well, how is he not used to it?"

Behind Banxi, a maid interjected:

"What the lady said is very true. It's not that Mr. Lang is not used to it, it's that he is not used to you. Maybe he is afraid that when he opens his eyes at night, he will see this strange face of yours, which will scare him into nightmares."

Banxi also nodded, and stared at the white-haired maid: "So did your husband sleep with his back to you?"

Wei Lai's body froze, for a moment she forgot that the teacup in her hand was scalding, her little face was redder than her burned fingers, "Slave... slave..."

Mrs. Zhen didn't pick up the tea from the beginning to the end, and finished her meal slowly. Before getting up, she said:
"If you can't be a personal servant girl, you can take the initiative to tell Tan Lang that you should get someone else, and don't kidnap Tan Lang's kindness with the little pity left."

Semi-fine nodding in agreement:

"That's right, since you don't know how to do anything anyway, you might as well give up your position. This will be good for you as well as your lord. At least it will prove that you are not a white-eyed wolf, and you are really good for your lord."

"Ah..."

The silver-haired maidservant blushed and opened her small mouth to agree, but the thought of leaving the side of her master who gently touched her head at night and put her to sleep first made her fragile heart throb with inexperience.

The girl was reluctant to say those words for a long time, but she also thought that her face might scare the master into nightmares at night, and the master just pitied her...

Wei Lai's face was full of rich expressions, including low self-esteem, shame, self-blame and so on.

The silver-haired maid lowered her head deeply.

"Okay, don't talk about it, if you guys are good, let Tan Lang pick you into the room, why bully a white-haired maid, forget it, since Tan Lang didn't say anything, let's see again. "

Zhen cast a sideways glance at the maids who were stirring up the flames behind her.

The latter quickly lowered their heads and said honestly.

The woman in Luo Qun shook her head, feeling that the inner house is a mess, why is it so difficult to find a maid who is suitable to take care of Tan Lang?
Zhen's face showed melancholy, and led the waitress to wait for the maid to leave.

In the empty room with only a table of leftovers, a certain silver-haired girl stood there blankly, with two lines of wet marks on her pale face. It took an unknown amount of time before her slender body moved, and she tremblingly laid down. The hot and cold teacup in my hand.

In front of the table and stool, the girl squatted down, curled up and hugged her knees, water drops fell on the cold floor, she raised the back of her hand, and wiped her smeared face indiscriminately, the girl's wet hands slipped from the collar of the skirt She took out two copper plates that were still warm, and stared at them with red eyes, as if she was muttering something...

In the distance, someone didn't know that his gentlemanly deeds of suppressing "awe-inspiring righteousness" every night and secretly being proud would cause so many waves in Meilu Garden and attract the attention of so many daughters' families.

Right now, he is not on the right track, carrying a food box in his hand, and 'traveling into the world' in the strange plum blossom forest in the back house.

Needless to say, this small road is quite fast, and after a while Ouyang Rong saw the buildings of Su Mansion.

……

(End of this chapter)