"The suspect vomited blood and fell into coma... What time was it last night?"

Yan Liulang looked thoughtful, thought for a moment, and gave an exact time.

"Ahem." Someone lowered his head and covered his mouth with a fist.

"What's wrong with Mingfu? Is the wind and cold not getting better? Mingfu came out to do some work again."

"No...it's okay. I think...Rokuro is so responsible, and I believe that the younger sister will not blame him. Well, let's continue. I will go back first and won't disturb you in investigating the case."

After saying that, without waiting for Yan Liulang to be polite, a certain young county magistrate slipped away as if he had greased his feet.

Only a group of guards and detectives were left in the yard, looking at each other curiously.

"The Ming Dynasty still loves its people like a son, takes care of its subordinates, and is considerate and caring."

Yan Liulang turned his face, his eyes were slightly red, he clenched his fist and shook it fiercely:

"Everyone, work hard and try to find out the real culprit before Master Xie comes back."

"Yes!" Everyone was in high spirits.

Ouyang Rong left the official's residence without a red face and boarded the carriage.

On the way back.

Finding that his master's expression seemed a little strange, Liu Ashan, who was driving in front, couldn't help but ask:

"Did I find any clues about the Rokuro brothers?"

"Ahem, can I have any clues?"

Ouyang Rong changed the topic:

"By the way, Ah Shan, if one day I am no longer in Longcheng, what will you do?"

"No matter how far the master is transferred to become an official, I will stay with him." Liu Ashan replied without thinking.

Ouyang Rong shook his head, "What if I stop being an official? There's no point in following me."

Liu Ashan hesitated for a moment and said decisively: "Then I will go home with the master. Wherever the master goes, I will go."

Ouyang Rong still shook his head: "I said that you and Ah Qing are both free now. They are not my slaves and you don't need to follow me."

After a pause, Ouyang Rong asked again: "Do you have anything you want to do?"

The dull man lowered his head in silence, as if he had misunderstood something. He said in a somewhat disappointed tone:

"Master, don't you want to keep me with you? Then, I'll stay in Longcheng. This is the place where I was born and raised. I won't go anywhere. I will just make a living here, take care of my mother and sister, and live an honest life."

"You still want to marry a wife and give birth to a fat son." Ouyang Rong added, and nodded: "It's good to live a down-to-earth life with your relatives."

Liu Ashan was stunned and said, "Master."

He couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the smiling young man sitting upright in the carriage.

The latter said softly:

"I have not allowed you to take up a post in the county government before because of other considerations, but that is no longer the case. Tomorrow, I will arrange for you and the other brothers of the Civil War Corps to take up a post in the county government.

"From now on, you will be eating from the government. Work hard, have a job in your hometown, marry a wife, have children, and spend time with your family. Your life will be quite happy."

Ouyang Rong suddenly smiled, Liu Ashan, who had neat white teeth and shiny eyes, rubbed his eyes, and someone muttered some jokes that he didn't understand:

"Ah Shan, you are still smart. If your hometown creates an iron rice bowl, isn't this the end of the world? Shu Tan, you will win."

"Ah?" Liu Ashan was stunned for a moment.

Ouyang Rong always spoke words he didn't understand or had difficult words to pronounce, but unlike Yan Liulang who liked to dig deeper and learn new knowledge, Liu Ashan just listened silently, never asked too many questions, kept to himself, and had a very strict tone of voice.

This is probably one of the reasons why Ouyang Rong is willing to joke and relax in front of Liu Ashan.

Menghulu Liu Ashan couldn't hold it anymore and asked in a low voice: "The master hasn't said yet what we are going to do in the future. Maybe we will go to the master when we are desperate."

Ouyang Rong looked out the window, was quiet for a while, and then said something without any reason:

"Sir, I also have a place where I was born and raised."

Liu Ashan was startled.

In this light parting atmosphere, which was like explaining the aftermath, neither of them spoke again on the way back to Luming Street.

Liu Ashan, who was full of doubts, didn't know that in the carriage behind him, a certain young county magistrate looked at his back and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah Shan, let's arrange it this way. Honest people are blessed with honest people. If you are too honest, following others around will be dangerous and prone to accidents. I have felt that Mother Liu has a complicated attitude towards me before, so she is probably worried about this.

Fortunately, both Ah Shan and Ah Qing were fine in the end.

"As for Rokuro, there's nothing to worry about. This guy is quite smart. Hehe, he's good at meeting noble people. By taking advantage of this opportunity to assist the junior sister in handling the case, I happened to have accumulated some friendship with the junior sister. I'll stay with him when the time comes.

Write a letter and ask the junior sister and the Xie family to support and take care of him. Whether he dreams of becoming a hero or pursuing an official career, he will be guaranteed...

"Okay, now there is still one who is the most stubborn and has the strongest subjective initiative."

Ouyang Rong nodded calmly.

Back at the county government office, Ouyang Rong immersed himself in handling official duties for an afternoon, which seemed to be the end of the day. He worked particularly hard.

It was evening before he knew it, and Ouyang Rong went straight back to Meiluyuan. As soon as he entered the door, he called Ye Weilai, looked into her eyes, and said directly:

"Take some time to pack. We will return to Nanlong in the next two days. We can make it in time to worship our ancestors during the Ghost Festival. The boat has been booked."

Ouyang Rong's tone was light, but it was a declarative sentence, and his attitude could not be criticized.

The white-haired maid who ran happily trembled.

The hot towel dropped at her feet like it was scalding to the touch. Ouyang Rong bent down first, picked it up and wiped it with his hands, and passed by with his expression as normal.
Chapter completed!