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Chapter 551: What kind of equipment can explode? What a win! [Please give me a monthly ticket! 】

When Rong Zhen and his party found him, Ouyang Rong was following the doorkeeper.

New Year's Eve has just passed, and this morning Xunyang City welcomed the long-lost meter of sunshine.

On the streets of Huaiye Lane, the last snow in winter has melted. The winter snow period in Jiangzhou is very short. There are only one or two heavy snowfalls every year. Sometimes they are late and absent. This is very "Yuan Huaimin".

When he went out in the morning, he found it a bit stuffy. Ouyang Rong had taken off his fox-white fur shawl and was wearing a thick plain white Confucian shirt. He led a group of female relatives to rearrange themselves at the entrance of the Huaiye Lane mansion. Post the door god couplet.

That’s right, it’s a repost.

"Ouyang Lianghan...what are you doing?"

Ouyang Rong looked back, cupped his fists and said with a smile:
"Ms. Shi? Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year? Where is this popular greeting?"

Rong Zhen frowned and walked forward. Congxiu climbed the steps and came to the door of the mansion. She didn't go too close, but was a little far away from him, so that she could look at his face as long as she raised her head slightly.

"It was in a dream before."

Ouyang Rong waved his hands and smiled, and at the same time glanced at the guests behind Rong Zhen.

They are all familiar faces.

Zhang Yu, the eunuch who conveyed the order, Hu Fu, the envoy, Shi Yuanhuaimin, the governor of Jiangzhou, Biejiali Dalang, who came on behalf of King Xunyang, and so on, countless officials from Jiangzhou came, and stood outside the gate. Under the steps.

Except for Yuan Huaimin, who was yawning, and Li Dalang, who was winking at him, most of the figures were a little reserved, looking at him, and there was also the back of a cold girl in palace clothes who walked up the steps to talk to him.

In addition, at the end of the team... there was a figure of an old woman with white eyes, standing far away on the corner of the street, seeming to cast a complicated look in his direction.

Ouyang Rong withdrew his vision from the corner of his eyes, smiled at Rong Zhen and asked:
"Ms. Shi, where are you going? Are you going on an outing in Xuerong?"

Everyone suddenly looked a little embarrassed, especially Zhang Yu and Hu Fu, who covered their mouths and started coughing.

Rong Zhen didn't look back, tilted his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the door god couplet behind Ouyang Rong, who was being held upright by Wei Lai and Ban Xi on tiptoes.

She asked doubtfully: "Ouyang Lianghan, New Year's Eve has passed, why haven't I posted the couplet yet..."

Rong Zhen was mid-sentence when he suddenly noticed Wei Lai, Ban Xi and other maids. They made a sound and covered their mouths to suppress laughter.

Before she could finish her question, the young man next to her in plain white Confucian shirt had already turned around with a swish:
"Ms. Shi, how do you know that the door couplet in my humble abode was painted by Marshal Qin, the son of Hu Guogong, the head of the Qin family in Chang'an, and the general manager of Jiangnan Road's march?"

Ouyang Rong asked seriously.

Rong Zhen: "..."

I...I didn’t ask this.

Without waiting for her to explain.

"Hey, why are everyone interested in this? In fact, thousands of households have the same door-god couplets, and humble houses are no exception. The lucky numbers to ward off evil and avoid disasters are all the same..."

Everyone saw that Ouyang Rong in front of the mansion let out a long sigh, put his hands behind his back, walked around in front of the door, tapped his fingers on a pair of fierce door gods that he went out to set up on time every day, shook his head, and looked a little expressionless. Little melancholy:
"This door god is just one of the three paintings that were painted by Mr. Qin, the eldest son of the door god Hu Guogong, and are only sent out by the Qin family every year. In fact, there is nothing different about it. Everyone, please disperse and stop looking around."

Rong Zhen saw the young man in plain white Confucian shirt in front of him finished speaking. He waved his hands humbly, glanced at her and the people behind him with a vague glance, quickly turned his head, and asked her in a slightly reproachful tone:

"Wait a minute, isn't everyone just on an outing with Xue Rong and here to see this? Madam Shi, you really are too, you are so busy at ordinary times. Who suggested it? How can you accompany me to fool around..."

Rong Zhen: "???"

Zhang Yu, Hu Fu, Yuan Huaimin and others: "..."

Ye Weilai, Banxi and other female relatives in front of the mansion saw the somewhat embarrassed expression on Tan Lang's face, and they all laughed and covered their mouths with the backs of their hands.

Inside the rear door, Zhen Shuyuan, who was listening to the wall because she was "sick" and was unable to go out, couldn't help laughing.

Tanlang is not just going out today to post this door-god couplet...anyway, now the entire Huaiye Alley knows the origin of the door-god couplet on their house, and the people living in this Huaiye Alley are either rich or noble. But now, many neighbors have begun to take detours, fearing that Tan Lang will catch him exchanging pleasantries.

Otherwise, with "Happy New Year" and comfort and praise, their ordinary doorkeepers are also good-looking. Don't be discouraged by comparison...it's just chasing and killing.

In fact, at first, the neighbors were quite flattered to be greeted by Ouyang Sima, who was famous in Jiangnan and was idle at home... But Ouyang Sima was not a human being.

Seeing that everyone was silent and their eyes seemed to be wandering with a guilty conscience, Ouyang Rong softened his smile and prepared to turn around and go home.

"Ouyang Lianghan, wait." Rong Zhen suddenly called him.

"what happened?"

"Well, Eunuch Zhang and Eunuch Hu have brought the imperial edict from Luoyang again."

"So that's it." Ouyang Rong's expression remained unchanged. He turned to everyone and nodded apologetically: "Your Majesty, please rest assured that my aunt is fine for the time being..."

Before Ouyang Rong could finish speaking, Rong Zhen, Hu Fu, Zhang Yu and others all turned around and looked at a certain old woman with white eyes.

Ouyang Rong discovered that they had different expressions, and they turned sideways in tacit agreement to make way for them.

Nanny Song stepped forward, followed by a palace maid in green holding an imperial edict tray.

One after another, they walked up to Ouyang Rong.

Mother Song's tone was a little stiff: "Ouyang Sima, please accept the order."

"Ah, gate couplet? What gate couplet?"

Ouyang Rong looked puzzled and curiously pointed to the door-god couplet behind him:
"Is this what Deputy Supervisor Song is talking about? Hey, why do you always come to see the door-keeper couplet of Humble House? In fact, it is nothing, but then again, believe it or not, if Brother Lin and the others could hang it at the door of their house, With such a door-god couplet, maybe...eh."

A certain fist under Nanny Song's sleeve suddenly hardened. Immediately, under the gaze of Rong Zhen, Hu Fu, Zhang Yu and other palace people, she took a deep breath and tried her best to squeeze out a smile:

"Ouyang Sima, I'm not here to see the divine couplet at your residence, but... I'm here to issue an imperial edict. Your Majesty thinks highly of you and is very concerned about your elder's condition. You have specifically ordered me to come to your residence to visit in person, and talk to you by the way. Ouyang Sima cleared up some minor misunderstandings in the past. "There is no misunderstanding. All right, my lords, come in first. Please come in and have a drink of tea. You are welcome."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand, preparing to receive the order as usual.

The expressions of Aunt Song, Zhang Yu, Hu Fu and others changed.

He welcomed them so warmly and politely last time, and then resigned on the pretext of filial piety, which was simply outrageous.

Nanny Song lowered her voice: "Ouyang Sima, can you come in and have a private chat to clear up the misunderstanding?"

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows and reluctantly agreed under Rong Zhen's pleading eyes.

After a while, Ouyang Rong took Nanny Song into a side hall.

About a quarter of an hour later, Nanny Song walked out with a solemn expression, but she still breathed a sigh of relief.

Ouyang Rong also walked out, with an unexpected expression on his face.

The arrogant Deputy Superintendent of Si Tianjian had a rare soft word for him just now, so he bowed his head a little.

Promise him that as long as she is willing to go out to build the Xunyang Grottoes, she and Rong Zhen will cooperate with his work. Some of the previous personal grudges between Lin Cheng and him have been wiped out!

However, what Ouyang Rong valued more was Nanny Song's promise that they would inform him of the actions of the Supervisory Yuan and the female officials in Jiangzhou in the future, and would not hide it, allowing him to participate in it, including the ongoing investigation of the owner of Dielianhua and Tian The case of rebelling against thieves in Nanjianghu.

It is tantamount to saying that the supervisory defense is lifted and power is completely delegated to him, so that he can feel free to use his fists and feet to create statues.

Is there such a good thing? Ouyang Rong thought about it calmly and reluctantly agreed. He didn't even ask what the imperial edict was this time.

Seeing Nanny Song nodding with a straight face, Zhang Yu, Hu Fu and others immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Yu, the eunuch who delivered the edict, immediately stepped forward and quickly read out the imperial edict.

The imperial edict is still the same, but the words are much more rigorous and careful. It is obvious that he has learned the lesson of being taken advantage of last time... Anyway, Ouyang Rong, who is skilled in receiving the edict, can feel the slight resentment of the person who wrote the edict.

From today on, Ouyang Rong will act as the governor of Jiangzhou and also serve as the left deputy envoy of Jiangnan Supervision. He will be fully responsible for the construction of the Donglin Buddha. He is more powerful than Lin Cheng at the time because he also serves as the governor of Wang Lengran.

At the same time, Zhen Shuyuan was granted the title of Madam Gaoming and the fourth-grade Junjun. They also sent an imperial doctor to treat the illness, obviously because they were afraid that he would make excuses again... But the promotion that surprised Ouyang Rong the most was the position of bachelor of Xiuwen Pavilion, which was a fifth-grade Beijing official!

It means that he can now return to the capital, go to Xiuwen Hall to work as a fisherman, and arrive late and leave early for dinner appointments with six other colleagues who are "well-spoken and all talented"... However, due to special needs at the moment, he has to take the lead for the time being. In addition to the official position of Sima of Jiangzhou, he also had to act as the governor of Jiangzhou.

Jiangzhou Sima's rank was from the fifth rank, but when he was the governor of Jiangzhou, he was from the fifth rank, so he was demoted one level before.

Now, Xiuwenguan Bachelor has an official status of the fifth rank, so his actual official rank is the fifth rank, serving as the Sima of Jiangzhou and the acting governor of Jiangzhou.

The reason why he has not been directly promoted to the governor of Jiangzhou now is because the governor of Jiangzhou is a fourth-rank official.

A fourth-grade official in his early twenties? Returning to her mother, she was directly promoted from the fifth rank to the fourth rank? This is too exaggerated. It will be inconvenient for him to be given an official position if he is transferred back to the capital in the future. Moreover, if the statue of Donglin Buddha is completed in the future, as the main contributor, he will be promoted again. How will he be rewarded then?
So now I am acting as the governor of Jiangzhou first... There is actually an advantage in this, because in the Zhou Dynasty, in addition to the rule of "every official, no prefecture or county, no province", there is actually a higher-level rule. There is a written and unspoken rule that officials without experience as a local governor cannot become the real prime minister. At least one local governor must be appointed.

Therefore, Ouyang Rong completed a prerequisite achievement first, and now he has the experience of being a governor... Of course, this is too far away now, and even the empress and the political officials may not have thought of this little rule... I guess. He only considered that the next time the statue was successful, he would be promoted to the capital, or sent to a state to serve as a real governor.

The title of Lady Gaoming awarded to Zhen Shuyuan this time is the fourth-rank county prince, which can only be awarded to the wife or mother of a fourth-rank official.

It is equivalent to saying that the Empress and the Political Affairs Hall have silently given him the treatment of a fourth-grade official! Just wait for him to finish the statue, then go up. It's a hint that anyone with a discerning eye in the officialdom would understand.

"Prince Ouyang, please get up. From now on, Jiangzhou will be relying on you!" After Ouyang Rong formally accepted the order, everyone looked at him with a different look. They were a little respectful, because the person standing in front of them now was a party. A man of real power! He is also deeply expected by Her Majesty the Queen and the princes of the political affairs hall. He is responsible for the statue of Jiangzhou, and the saint's eyes are always paying attention.

Ouyang Rong shook his head and said helplessly: "I'd better call you Sima. I'm used to being called these days. The people of Jiangzhou also like to call me Sima. It's more friendly. In fact, I prefer others to call me Chang Shi. Unfortunately, I've been called by Brother Huaimin." Take it."

Yuan Huaimin raised his head, and everyone immediately laughed in good faith, but no one had such low emotional intelligence that they continued to shout "Ouyang Sima", either "Ouyang Governor" or "Ouyang Bachelor", anyway, they must be shouted higher. Only Rong Zhen, Li Dalang and others knew that Ouyang Rong must be telling the truth.

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Wait a minute, Xiu Wen Guan, as the sacred place of culture in the previous dynasty and the present Zhou Dynasty, has collected many authentic calligraphy works by famous artists."

"Yes."

"Then...are there any ink marks by Tao Yuanming?"

"should have."

"Can I call Yi Guan?"

Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "You can report it to us and give it a try."

"Okay." Ouyang Rong nodded lightly.

Khu Fu's face reminisced: "The Xiuwen Museum in the capital has branches all over the world, each with its own secret vault. Since the founding of the country, it has been specializing in collecting authentic works of famous people. There should be famous people like Tao Yuanming. How can Governor Ouyang treat this? Is this person interested?”

"I'm just asking out of curiosity. I didn't expect the Xiuwen Museum to be so powerful."

Ouyang Rong smiled as usual and took the Jiangzhou governor's seal from Rong Zhen. At the same time, he lowered his head and weighed a golden token from the bachelor of Xiuwen Hall, as well as the corresponding bachelor's seal and official contract... …This time it’s considered to be all about the power.

Before everyone left, Nanny Song suddenly turned around and solemnly handed Ouyang Rong a string of Buddhist beads.

"Ouyang Si... Please accept it, Governor Ouyang. This is given to you by Your Majesty. It was given to Cheng'er before. This thing was used by Your Majesty. It is only given to close ministers. It will save you from death once in the future. I don't know how many people." It’s a dream come true…”

The old woman sounded a little sad, nodded and said:
"Prefect Ouyang, keep it well and build a Buddha statue for Cheng'er. This can be regarded as a small request from me."

"Ah, oh oh."

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely. What kind of hell joke? He watched everyone leave respectfully.

Only Rong Zhen didn't leave. He stood in the yard not far away, looking around Ouyang Rong's yard, as if waiting for him to finish his work.

Zhen Shuyuan, who received the title of Lady Gaoming, was also caught up in the excitement of her beloved nephew Guangzong Yaozu, and was surrounded by Ye Weilai, Banxi and others to celebrate.

At the door, Ouyang Rong lowered his head and looked at the string of "death-saving beads" in his hand that had been re-strung with hemp rope by Granny Song. He didn't know whether to laugh or say "bad luck". .

Good guy, can this also explode equipment? What a win.

(End of this chapter)