Originally, on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, Mrs. Zhen wanted to ask Ouyang Rong to go shopping with her, but later she also called Xie Lingjiang to call him over.

However, the young county magistrate who loved the people like his own son also worked overtime during the holidays and was busy organizing the Dragon Boat Festival, so he asked his junior sister to go over and refuse.

In the next few days, Ouyang Rong was busy greeting Wang Caozhi and other foreign grain merchants... After a lot of trouble, he finally had some free time today, and was caught by his aunt.

Now, walking all the way from the East Market to the West Market, Zhen and Banxi are almost always talking.

Liu Ashan is an old and dull person, and it is normal for him not to speak, while Ouyang Rong seems to be in a bad mood, and his face is a little... lifeless.

In fact, Mrs. Zhen, Banxi and other maids carefully observed his face secretly and overtly along the way.

Ouyang Rong may not know that as the only male and the mainstay of the family, any changes in his expression can affect the mood of the family.

Outside the rice shop, Mrs. Zhen lifted up some black gauze with her fingers, revealing a pair of bright red and phoenix eyes, which stared at him unblinkingly.

The kind of curtain hat she wore was made of soap gauze, with a wide brim around it, and a drooping thin silk under the eaves. It was long to the neck to cover her face. It was also called "shallow dew". This thing was popular in Dazhou.

It is very popular among women in the boudoir and is often worn when going out on the streets.

At the moment, Mrs. Zhen is wearing this kind of light and thin black gauze, which is quite good-looking. It is consistent with the identity of a widow and has the temperament of a widow. Especially when standing with Ouyang Rong, who is dressed in slender white clothes and is as gentle as jade, he is very popular on the street.

Pedestrians pay attention.

The woman asked in a low voice: "Tanlang, are you tired of shopping?"

Ouyang Rong nodded truthfully: "It's a little bit, but it doesn't matter. Auntie, just enjoy yourself. My nephew is casual and just goes out for a walk to relax."

Mrs. Zhen sighed quietly, with a very distressed look on her face. She lifted up the black gauze and touched Ouyang Rong's deep bags under his eyes with two fingers of a gardenia-scented red handkerchief. The latter had no choice but to lean back and hide.

"The county government is busy with work, so you should let your servants do it more. If you use salary money to support them, they are not just working. Tan Lang is devoted to his salary, but he does not have to do everything. You are the one who works hard, so let them work hard...

"

Ouyang Rong nodded obediently and responded to his aunt's nagging, but in fact, his aunt gave a lot of instructions and did not get to the real point at all. It was as if it had fallen on deaf ears.

Because she did not know the specific facts, the suggestions she gave may be because of this or that, which he could not adopt. And if Ouyang Rong wanted to explain his thoughts to Zhen in detail, it was not practical and he did not have the patience.

What should I do? For this kind of family concern, Ouyang Rong only understands one mantra for the time being: be calm and don't argue.

"Well, every time I look diligent and honest, but when I look back, nothing has changed. Are you treating your aunt like a little girl?"

Zhen grinded her teeth in anger and poked Ouyang Rong's shoulder with her index finger.

The latter smiled and said nothing.

At this time, Banxi went out with the rice-carrying boy.

"How much?" Zhen asked casually.

"Thank you for your patronage, sixty cents."

The rice store clerk put down the rice bag, counted the number with a smile on his face, and went to dig out his wallet. Ouyang Rong reached into his arms, took out some remaining money, and handed it over quickly.

He turned to the curious Zhen and smiled:

"Last time, the ten guan of money that my aunt gave me, apart from the banquet at Yuanming Tower and the ransom money for Ashan, there was exactly 60 qian left... I just used it cleanly and comfortably."

Mrs. Zhen couldn't help but laugh, "It turns out that Tanlang manages the household like this. Okay, here comes Tanlang, and for the money later, aunt will come."

Ouyang Rong, who was about to bend down to carry the rice, was stunned and asked, "What's the money later?"

Zhen didn't answer. She turned to the tall and thin man wearing a turban behind her and raised her chin in a gesture.

Liu Ashan immediately stepped forward and picked up the bulging rice bag containing five buckets of rice.

"Auntie, Ah Shan is not a servant of our family, he is free."

Ouyang Rong frowned and stopped, but Zhen smiled and nodded.

Ouyang Rong reached out to pick up the rice, but Liu Ashan was stubborn and refused to let him go.

Madam Zhen suddenly asked: "Why didn't Tan Lang stay up the night before and went out to do some troubles?"

Ouyang Rong wanted to speak, but this was not a question she gave him, but a fill-in-the-blank question.

Mrs. Zhen nodded with determination and asked and answered herself:

"It must be a long night, and the empty room is lonely. Let's go, I have to pick a bed-warming maid to go back today. Mr. Tanlang said yes."

"..." Ouyang Rong.

Auntie's map of Yan Kingdom is getting shorter and shorter.
Chapter completed!