There was a fire in Ouyang Rong's heart, which became stronger and stronger.
But there is no way to vent and release.
He is not here to rape wives, daughters and young sisters!
But if you think about it carefully, his behavior in the past two days, in the eyes of many people in this world, is indeed heading in this direction.
Just imagine, a young county magistrate, who is not a doctor, goes to a poor family again and again to "visit a patient" who is terminally ill. He speaks words of comfort to the patient and even invites him to stay for dinner in the evening.
Agree without hesitation, without any courtesy...
What are you looking at, the little girl who is the only one with some strange and charming spirit in this family? She can’t be my mother, right? She’s a bit of a beast, but it’s not impossible...
So, you don’t really want to stay for dinner, do you?
Isn't eating just a curtain to maintain dignity? Behind the curtain are the rules that the world acquiesces to...
However, this was not what made Ouyang Rong the most angry. What really made him purse his lips tightly, his nose tremble slightly, and blood on his face at this moment was... They all regarded it as normal.
Ah Shan regarded it as normal.
Mother Liu regarded it as normal.
Ah Qing also regarded it as normal.
Everyone in the Great Zhou Empire regarded it as normal.
Ouyang Rong even believed that even if the world knew about this matter now, it would not affect his reputation as a gentleman in the world at all. At most, he would only regain his reputation as a womanizer.
Because the Aqing family is just the lowest slave family, and what is Ouyang Rong's identity? Isn't Ouyang Lianghan doing a "great good deed"? Maybe it can become a good story in Shilin about a gentleman with a kind heart and taking slaves...
And this is the source of the fire in Ouyang Rong's heart.
He is not a saint, but he does not treat it as normal either.
"If everyone sees it as normal, does it have to be right?"
In the dark room, Ouyang Rong silently put the Confucian robe he had taken off on Ah Qing, picked up the belt on the ground, lowered his head and tied it carefully around the waist for the thin girl.
Ah Qing is a bit short, so he has to kneel on the table. They are both the same height, making it easier to move.
"Does the master look down on Ah Qing?"
"No, I like Ah Qing too much."
Ah Qing's face was confused, Ouyang Rong shook his head gently and did not explain further.
What he is thinking now is how to make Ah Qing and Liu Mu believe in his treatment plan. Is it possible to tell him directly...wait, yes, just tell him directly.
Ouyang Rong directly took Ah Qing to find Liu's mother, pretending to be confident and sure of victory, and told them that he had a magic formula passed down from his ancestors.
time is tight.
Ouyang Rong immediately saw the hope born from the awe of authority and superstition in the eyes of the Liu family and their daughter.
"...Two coins for Dan Nanxing, one whole scorpion, grind it into powder, and give it to me with rice wine..."
After he finished giving instructions, he paused and said:
"In addition to divine methods, there are also some auxiliary methods that require your cooperation... First, the wounds need to be treated again... Don't cover yourself with such a thick bedding anymore, you need to ventilate..."
Ouyang Rong originally thought that the steps mentioned later, such as cleaning the wounds regularly, using mugwort smoke, and cutting off bad flesh and foreign objects, were a bit scary, but he did not expect that after hearing this, Ah Qing and Liu Mu became more convinced.
They said that some Taoist doctors also used incense and talisman water to cleanse wounds and cure all diseases...
Ouyang Rong was speechless for a while after hearing this, and he didn't know who was touching who in this wave.
But he didn't deny the mother and daughter's ideas, he just smiled and nodded, looking unfathomable.
Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, arrogance is, and the last thing poor people have is arrogance.
Ouyang Rong explained the details to Liu Mu carefully. Ah Qing, who was wearing someone's clothes next to him, raised his head and looked at his face. The girl seemed to want to say something, but she lowered her head in shyness and inferiority.
However, those big sad eyes that had been covered with haze finally regained some hope.
Returning to the dark ward again, the sick man on the bed was surrounded by a blanket that looked like a shroud. The stiffness on his face seemed to be a bit of death. At a certain moment, he suddenly twitched in pain. Ah Qing and Liu Mu hurriedly hugged him.
She rushed over to him with a quilt and hugged him tightly. It took a while to calm down.
The mother and daughter wiped away tears and told the weak Ah Shan about the "Shen Fang". Ouyang Rong saw that the tattooed man's face seemed a little complicated. He walked over and said only one sentence to the man:
"Liu Ashan, after you recover from your illness, arrange your mother and sister, and then come down to find me. I'll be waiting for you at the county government office. You can't die!"
Liu Ashan was stunned.
Ouyang Rong turned around and said goodbye.
In fact, whether this prescription from the barefoot doctor in his previous life can be effective depends on whether Liu Ashan's life is strong or not. He did everything he could, including verbal encouragement.
In the room, the thin and beautiful girl Juanxiu seemed to have remembered something, and ran after her with an umbrella in hand, but the magistrate of the weak crown had already disappeared in the sparse and dark curtain of rain.
Ah Qing held an oil-paper umbrella and rolled up the hem of her clothes to avoid getting wet from the rain. She stood on tiptoes in the rain and looked at the direction someone was leaving. After standing for a long time, the girl lowered her head and looked at the clothes on her body that exuded a manly smell.
What caught people's attention was the butterfly-shaped knot he tied around her waist.
Ah Qing reached out and touched the knot of his belt.
She has always been skilled in craftsmanship and has never seen this kind of tying method. It is a bit like...the butterfly flowers on the bank of Butterfly Creek at the foot of the mountain.
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That night, Ouyang Rong came to the merit tower in the clouds again.
Enter the tower and look directly at the blue-gold font above the small wooden fish:
[Merit: one hundred and sixty]
"I really don't understand what nonsense you are talking about to add weight. Applying medicine to save a life only adds 20 points of merit points, but just putting clothes on A Qing gives me 50 points of merit points...here
Isn't it natural for a little girl to wear clothes? What's the point? Isn't it more important to save a life, but you end up being so stingy?"
Ouyang Rong shook his head with some self-mockery, looked at the silent ancient bronze clock, turned and left...
early morning.
Ouyang Rong got up early, gathered with Zhen, and went to the Zaozhaiyuan of Donglin Temple together.
The aunt and nephew arrived a little early, and the Xie family and his daughter hadn't arrived yet.
Ouyang Rong, dressed in light blue uniform, lowered his head and flipped through the official documents sent by Yan Wuxie last night, seeming to be thinking about something.
Mrs. Zhen next to her was dressed somewhat solemnly and delicately today. With half-hearted service, she took a spoonful of hot porridge and took a sip. She wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and took out a small packet of red cloth from her sleeve.
Holding something small and hard in the shape of a ring.
The beautiful woman carefully touched the small red envelope, raised her chin from time to time, and looked expectantly towards the door.
"Auntie, are you waiting for your husband?" Ouyang Rong looked through the official documents and asked curiously without turning his head.
"Bah! What nonsense are you talking about? Tan Lang, my aunt is already too old to wait for you." Mrs. Zhen raised the spoon and made a gesture of hitting someone on the head. Ouyang Rong twisted his body and dodged.
Ouyang Rong sighed again, "That's a pity. It would be nice to find another one." This way, he wouldn't have to bother him every day.
"You heartless person." Mrs. Zhen glared at him, then touched the red cloth in her sleeve and said, "This is the jade bracelet left by your mother-in-law. It is to be passed on to Tan Lang's first wife.
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Ouyang Rong was not surprised and said: "Then why don't you hide it well? Don't take it out to show off."
"Hmph, I obviously have something to do today. Maybe there will be a surprise and I can use it right away."
"Surprise? Okay." Ouyang Rong smiled and didn't argue anymore. Anyway, the master will come later, and the reality will be more powerful than his words. This is the correct way to deal with the "concern" of the elders.
Mrs. Zhen wanted to discipline someone again, but suddenly there were footsteps outside. She looked up and saw Xie Xun coming with Xie Lingjiang. Mrs. Zhen immediately sat upright.
"Sorry, I'm a little late. Didn't you wait long?"
Xie Xun apologized and handed over his hand. Ouyang Rong and Zhen stood up to return the greeting, and everyone sat down together.
Zhen sighed: "It's okay, it's Tan Lang who got up too early and was a little impatient, so he came a little early and it wasn't even late yet. Mr. Xie and Huan Huan were not late."
Ouyang Rong: "?"
Mrs. Zhen ignored him and looked at Xie Xun expectantly, looking for a topic: "Mr. Xie last night..."
However, Xie Xun took the initiative to speak: "I came late because I had something to do in the morning, and I discussed it with Huanwan, which delayed me for a while."
"What's the matter?" Mrs. Zhen suddenly became energetic, but Ouyang Rong caught a glimpse of her hands under the table clenching her sleeves, seeming a little nervous.
Ouyang Rong shook his head inwardly, put the official document aside calmly, and started eating porridge, as if he knew the result and didn't want to hear about the process.
Unexpectedly, Xie Xun smiled and said, "There is one thing that I need to trouble Madam and Lianghan."
Ouyang Rong put down the bowl and raised his head: "Teacher, please tell me? Students must take it seriously."
Xie Xun stroked his beard with some relief and said: "It's not a difficult matter. I just decided to let Huan Huan stay in Longcheng to accompany Liang Han."
"..."
Ouyang Rong thought he heard wrongly, and after a while, he uttered a syllable: "Ah?"
Mrs. Zhen looked happy and waved her fist under the table! She said she was safe!
Xie Xun glanced at Ouyang Rong and repeated it again, word for word. He indeed asked Xie Lingjiang to stay with him.
Ouyang Rong was silent. He slowly turned his head and looked at the quiet noble lady Xie diagonally opposite. She was holding her fair face with her right palm and tilted her head to look at the man who was carrying porridge outside the door.
The monk's face looked as usual.
But there is only one sentence in someone's mind at the moment: