After Ouyang Rong went out, he looked back at the plaque of Sanhui Yuan.
He got rid of the woman in the skirt and strode out with his back to her... This feeling of freedom and ease made him let out a long breath of depression in his chest, and he felt that in an instant, the world outside had become wider, and he felt a sense of relief.
In the past few days, Ouyang Rong was pinned down on the hospital bed by Mrs. Zhen. He was bored in the room and had nothing to do. He "heard" and "thought about" too much.
I always feel like something is missing.
Finally, this morning, Master Shandao made a point: Instead of sitting down and talking about the Tao, it is better to get up and do it.
The so-called three wisdoms not only require "hearing" and "thinking", but also "cultivation and practice"!
Ouyang Rong felt that that night in the underground palace, he was able to risk climbing out of the "dangerous wellhead" for a tiny glimmer of hope; so now, he can also "come back" for the hope that the blessings may be a glimmer of hope on his way home.
Go out and make ten thousand meritorious deeds.
"Don't hesitate, dare to take risks. All living beings are often hesitant; a real man can achieve everything because he knows and can do it."
Ouyang Rong thought of the remnant line of the poem that day again, and murmured to himself: "The whole city is filled with mourning and blood. Is it just a thought to save the common people...Since this is your last remnant thought, and I need ten thousand merits, then I
Even bring your share down the mountain with you, and do your job as the Longcheng County magistrate to control the water!"
…
Yan Wuji was about to continue explaining the flood situation, but he heard the magistrate of Xiuguan in front suddenly turned around and said: "There is no need to talk about the flood in advance. Liulang, please introduce to me some of the adults in our county government. They have been unconscious for a long time this time."
, a little bit unimpressive.”
"Talking as we walk."
But he didn't know that this was what Yan Wuxie was describing in his mind as he frequently looked back at the room.
"My sister...my sister, study hard...whether it's embroidery or other specialties. Don't let mother and brother worry about it. If you have any difficulties, you can also talk to Rokuro..."
Several people were asking and answering questions like puppets on strings. Ouyang Rong didn't ask, and they didn't take the initiative to speak. They only laughed together occasionally, but their muscles were stiff, which was a bit embarrassing.
Although these three official positions are small, together with the county magistrate, they constitute the highest decision-making level of a local county-level unit in the Great Zhou Dynasty. They are all powerful figures in the eyes of local people...
Most of the Silla maids around my aunt are private slaves, and their treatment depends on the master's family.
"In Mingfu, the water at the foot of the mountain has receded a lot. The water rushing down from Yunmengze in the south has flowed into the Yangtze River in the north. Many houses in the county have collapsed, but the worst is in the villages and towns under Longcheng.
Most of the house collapsed.
Yan Wuxie, who did not write ink, told everything he knew about Longcheng County's Prime Minister, Chief Secretary, and County Lieutenant.
Ouyang Rong struggled to come up with a sentence to express concern and comfort to the three members of the Liu family. However, what made him feel a little strange was that the reactions of the three people were not enthusiastic and grateful, but flattered. Instead, they had different expressions on their faces.
The family Ouyang Rong saw now were official slaves.
Ouyang Rong knew that this was the norm in this era, but even if he could live with his conscience, he was afraid that his mere 100 merit points would disagree.
…
But at this time, the cardamom girl's eyes were red and she looked a little sad. She lowered her head deeply and didn't look at him. Ouyang Rong heard Ah Shan call her just now, which seemed to be Ah Qing.
After Ouyang Rong heard this, he thought for a while and was about to go down the mountain to take a look, but Yan Wuxie seemed to have remembered something and called him.
However, slaves can be divided into official slaves and private slaves according to their affiliation.
He exchanged some warm greetings and got a general understanding of the situation.
As for Wu Ashan, who was lying on the bed, except when he stood up to salute and was pressed down by Ouyang Rong at the beginning, at other times, he stared blankly at the gray bed curtain above his head, with no surprise or emotion on his face.
In addition, there is a trembling old woman, this is the mother of the two brothers and sisters, Mrs. Liu.
Ouyang Rong smiled and did not explain. Power is something like bottom-up, but it often gives the appearance of top-down.
Ouyang Rong has a slender figure and a clean temperament. Standing in the room at this moment, he is like a luminous pearl dropped into the dust, very conspicuous.
On the mountain road where fallen leaves were mixed with wet mud, the newly appointed weak crown magistrate of Longcheng County was walking in front, while the young policeman in navy uniform was one step behind, following behind.
Yan Wuxie hurried to Donglin Temple and saw Ouyang Rong waiting at the gate with his hands behind his back.
"Young Master, take good care of your injuries. I will ask Captain Yan to come and check on you often. If you need anything, medicine or supplements, please let me know..."
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and take me to see the hero."
Ouyang Rong was startled and turned around, "Remember, what happened."
"Does the Ming Dynasty still remember the brave man who really saved your life that I mentioned in my humble position the day before yesterday?"
Yan Wuxie was stunned and asked curiously: "What is Mingfu laughing at..."
Yan Wuxie sighed and pointed to the victims who could be seen dragging their families up to the mountain to go to the temple on the mountain road from time to time. "The farmers who have suffered the most are the farmers. At present, they are the majority of the victims and refugees inside and outside Longcheng.
Those who had no houses and no fields were all washed away by the flood. In some places, even entire villages fled to the county town. Public security was already a bit tight.
Yan Wuxie first clasped his fists to apologize and said with shame:
"His name is Liu Ashan, and he is also recuperating in Donglin Temple. After he was rescued from the Ming Mansion that day, this man's waist was also cut by a sharp instrument in the torrent. Later, the injury became more and more serious, and then there was a flood. Their house
His house and property were gone, and he was homeless. His younger sister came to visit him in the middle of the night. He only found out about this because of his humble position, so he made an independent decision and arranged a guesthouse for the family in Donglin Temple on behalf of the Ming Dynasty. In the hope that
Mingfu forgives me..."
Only Ouyang Rong was wearing a clean and white shirt that had been taken care of by Zhen and the others, and he was standing in front of the hospital bed a little at a loss.
"It's okay, I just smelled something familiar. Mukuro, continue."
"Yes, Mingfu."
However, Ouyang Rong was not upset, he just said that he came too late and it was indeed his fault first, thus neglecting his savior.
The Great Zhou Dynasty had a slavery system; it also divided the people into good and bad people, among which there were many kinds of bad ones, such as craftsmen, musicians, and actors;
Before Yan Wuxie could finish speaking, he was stunned because the figure of the young county magistrate was no longer in front of him, and Ouyang Rong's voice came from behind.
"Then I won't disturb Brother Ashan's recovery. I'll see you another day!"
"Mingfu!"
Ouyang Rong was speechless and didn't know how to speak. He hurriedly pressed down the sick man who was about to get out of bed, and then hurriedly reached out to help the old and young people on the ground.
"'Great Good Person'?" Ouyang Rong, who was walking forward with his hands behind his back, suddenly interrupted and smiled, "It turns out we have some in Dragon City too."
"The same goes for the fields. Most of the people's fertile fields have been flooded. Even the low-lying areas have not yet receded and have turned into lakes. Except for those high-lying fields, no one has been spared. However, these almost all belong to those in the city.
Family gentry.
I have to come here more often when I have time... Magistrate Wu Guan thought to himself.
Yan Wuji stood guard at the door and did not come in.
"President Diao County is opening a warehouse to store grain on your behalf, and has also joined forces with several kind-hearted gentry in the city to help spread porridge sheds..."
...The atmosphere in the room was a bit awkward.
Yan Wuxie frowned slightly, "The Ming Dynasty is the master. The biggest parent officials in Longcheng, the county magistrate, the chief registrar, and the county lieutenant are all the assistant officials of the Ming Dynasty. How come the Ming Dynasty is so humble when you say it?"
Slaves are the lowest class of the lowly class. The so-called "slaves and sluts are better than livestock". Life and death are in the hands of their holders.
Because he was the only one standing in the room.
Wu and Ah Qing seemed a little afraid of him, and they were timid when answering;
"Your Majesty, please take care of your health and eat and drink well. I will ask the abbot to send some temple servants over. I can ask them to help if there is anything I can do..."
The thin-faced, tattooed, frail man on the hospital bed was Liu Ashan who saved him that day.
As for the three members of the Liu family, one of them, the old and the young, was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to salute. The remaining one was a tattooed man lying on the bed. He was as thin as a stick and looked like he was dying. However, he still struggled to get up and salute.
"You...you...you're welcome...you're welcome, you're like this, strong man. Stop saluting and take good care of yourself."
There was also a little girl in the room who also had ink characters carved on her forehead and was tattooed. She was in her prime and looked very delicate, especially her eyes that were very big and lively. She looked a bit like a girl in a two-dimensional anime, which made Ouyang Rong unable to help herself.
After taking another look, he realized that he had indeed not seen such spiritual eyes for a long time.
"The merchants and workers are doing okay. Penglangdu has been repaired. Ships passing from Yunmengze and the Yangtze River have docked as usual. The impact is not too big. The Liu family's Guyue Sword Shop on the other side of Butterfly Creek has not stopped at all. The sword furnace moment
Not extinguished..."
"Master, walk slowly."
Ouyang Rong said goodbye and went out, finally breathing a sigh of relief. At this time, Yan Wuxie leaned into his ear and whispered:
"Mingfu, I just took a look and it seems that Liu Ashan's injury symptoms are caused by gold wounds. It seems that there is no way to save him..."