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Chapter 270 Clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old(2/2)

And now, the new canal is built, but the new ferries at both ends of the new canal, which contain huge business opportunities, have not yet been completely built.

Longcheng County Government, together with Wang Caozhi and a dozen other large grain merchants, are eager to pour huge amounts of money into it to start construction.

It is estimated that Wang Caozhi and other grain merchants who invested in the stock never thought that the folding-wing canal that Ouyang Rong urged to build would have such good results after it was completed and put into operation.

It's not an exaggeration, it's even an understatement.

No, everything you said is true. Are you trying to make a fool of yourself?

The establishment of the new ferry created a large demand for workers and stone materials, stimulating the economy of the nearest county, Longcheng County.

Li Dalang even saw many young and strong people from the surrounding counties coming to seek a living.

Inside and outside the county town, everything was in full swing.

This is the most intuitive feeling when traveling all the way out of the city.

"The merit lies in the present, and the benefit lies in the future... A good man is a true national scholar." Li Dalang muttered.

He looked at the folded-wing canal in the distance, as if he was infected, and he couldn't help but feel more energetic.

This Broken Wing Canal, like a powerful plan with minimal side effects, will definitely bring new prosperity to Longcheng County.

Li Dalang felt from the bottom of his heart that Liang Han's achievements in flood control could not be overstated.

Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you know what it means to change the world.

These vibrant grassroots scenes can only be witnessed by walking out of the prosperous and quiet Luming Street.

Li Dalang, who had not been out for a long time, sighed:

"It turns out that Lianghan leaves early and comes back late recently because he is busy with these important things. Perhaps, in Lianghan's eyes, these current things are more meaningful than the rise and fall of our family and the private plans of our family. No wonder he postpones it.

"

He was holding the food box in his hand and making guesses, looking both happy and sad.

But for some reason, such speculation and explanation would obviously make people feel slighted and ignored, but Li Dalang felt happy for no reason.

Li Dalang looked around and suddenly wanted to see Lianghan more and more.

Where will he go on holiday?

Li Dalang looked thoughtful. On the way, he was unfamiliar with the place and honestly asked passers-by for directions. Half an hour later, he took the lead in arriving at the residence of Liu Ashan's family on the outskirts of the city.

Walking into a simple-feeling house, Li Dalang saw Ah Qing, a slender and pitiful figure, and Liu Mu, who was lying in bed and unconscious.

In addition, he also saw a strange young civilian woman, dressed in mourning clothes, taking good care of the old woman at the bedside. She seemed to be Ashan's widow.

Li Dalang came forward and expressed his condolences and greetings.

Ah Qing hurriedly entertained him, but here, Li Dalang did not see the figure of Ouyang Rong as he had guessed.

"Brother Lianghan isn't here?" he asked.

"Master has never been here." She lowered her head and replied.

Li Dalang noticed that this girl Ah Qing had a somewhat complicated look in her big, delicate eyes.

Li Dalang was about to say goodbye and leave. As soon as he reached the door, he was stunned when he saw Yan Liulang and others dressed in casual clothes.

The latter was immersed in leading a group of men, carrying or carrying medicinal materials, rice bags, furniture and other items into the hospital. Behind them was an elderly doctor with a serious expression, carrying a small medicine box on his back.

After Yan Liulang approached, he noticed Li Dalang's figure, raised his head and asked curiously:

"Why is Dalang here? Are you here to visit Ah Qing?"

Li Dalang nodded and couldn't help but ask: "Does Liu Lang know where Brother Lianghan is?"

Yan Liulang was silent for a moment and glanced at A Qing's house behind Li Dalang.

"Wait a moment, Dalang. I've settled here and then I'll take you there."

Li Dalang nodded and waited patiently. During this period, he looked back curiously.

Inside the house, a group of blue-robed police officers were seen, putting down all kinds of daily necessities that were sent to them while Ah Qing waved his hands anxiously to refuse them.

They went to the hospital bed to visit Mother Liu, and introduced the doctor they had brought with them. They then spoke a few words in a gentle voice to Ah Qing, who lowered his head and wiped away tears, and then slowly left, leaving two people behind to take care of him.

"Let's go. If nothing else, the Ming Mansion should be there."

Yan Liulang passed by Li Dalang and led the way.

"Where?" Li Dalang glanced back in the direction of Xinqu, curiously: "Isn't it over there at Zheyi Canal? There is no one here, and I am planning to go there to find him."

Yan Liulang shook his head and led the way silently.

Li Dalang found out that he was heading towards the county seat, and his expression became more curious. He first asked:

"How is A Qing's family doing now? What's going on with Mother Liu?"

Yan Liulang sighed and said:

"On July 15th, I fainted due to stimulation. During this period, I also woke up from time to time, but when I woke up, I was confused and talking nonsense. I even thought Brother Ah Shan was still there and said I wanted to see him...

"After the doctor checked, he said he was fine, but warned us not to tell the old woman about Ah Shan, as it might cause fire to attack the heart and lungs, which would be bad for the old man... So no one, including Miss Ah Qing, dared to say anything.

, didn’t even mention the funeral.”

Li Dalang was about to speak but stopped: "Listen to Miss A Qing, why doesn't Liang Han come to visit?"

Yan Liulang whispered: "On the 15th, before Mingfu went to rescue Brother Ah Shan, he swore in front of Mother Liu and Ah Qing that he would not be able to bring Ah Shan back and that he would not be able to come to see them...

"During this period, the Ming government has been telling us to come and take care of us every day. Although we are busy with official duties, he has been asking us every day and never comes by himself.

"On other county government affairs, the Ming government made prompt decisions, but only on the Ashan family's affairs, he walked around in the court hall, pausing to give orders...

"Let's go. I have a rest today. There is no need to go on duty. I finally had a day's rest in the Ming Mansion. I should have gone there again."

Li Dalang suddenly became quiet.

After a while, following Yan Liulang all the way, he suddenly discovered that he had crossed the river and arrived at Guyue Sword Shop on the west bank of Butterfly Creek.

Arriving in front of a simple high platform, Li Dalang saw the graceful figure of Miss Xie standing pretty with a sword in the shade of the tree under the high platform.

Seeing Li Dalang and Yan Liulang arriving, Xie Lingjiang didn't say anything, but simply glanced at the food box in the former's hand. She calmly turned her head and looked back.

Li Dalang followed her movements and looked up.

Finally, on the quaint high platform above, I saw a familiar slender figure.

Under the sun, Ouyang Rong was sitting casually on the ground, surrounded by seven or eight dark-skinned old craftsmen, sitting around with him, smoking dry cigarettes and talking from time to time.

The young magistrate tilted his head, as if he was listening to something, and the river wind blew his black temples one after another.
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