There was too much luggage and Penglang Ferry was too small, so everyone chose to take a boat at the spacious Xin Ferry.

But he had just left the city not long ago.

"This is……"

Ouyang Rong opened the car curtain and looked at the crowded crowd on the official road ahead, his face slightly stunned.

There is a pavilion one mile away from the official road on the outskirts of the city.

In front of me, for ten miles outside the city, there were long pavilions where people gathered spontaneously to eat pots of juice and see someone off.

Previously, Ouyang Rong specifically did not say that he would leave today and planned to leave quietly.

It was only at the luncheon that I had a temporary conversation with Diao Xiancheng and others.

Ouyang Rong saw the figures of Diao County Cheng and others in front of the pavilion, as well as many lunch guests, seeing them off together.

He looked helpless: "Master Diao, you guys..."

"In the Ming Dynasty, it wasn't all summoned by the lower officials. The villagers came spontaneously. The people in the whole county are paying attention to your movements in Meiluyuan."

Ouyang Rong fell silent immediately.

Xie Lingjiang, who was sitting next to him, took away his luggage and said with a smile:

"Elder brother, you'd better go and say goodbye to the people of Dragon City."

"Tanlang, let's go." Li Fusu couldn't help laughing.

"What about you?"

Li Guo'er withdrew her eyes from the expectant faces of the people outside the window and made arrangements softly:

"Let's take our luggage to the pier first and wait for you by the boat. Go ahead, Ouyang Lianghan, and say goodbye well."

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment, then nodded, "That's okay."

On the official road, the carriage team continued to set off.

Ouyang Rong took the reins handed over by his junior sister, carried only the sword box, turned on his horse, and never looked back:

"Wait for me at the dock."

"Um."

Ouyang Rong rode behind the convoy and rode alone to meet the people of Longcheng who were enthusiastically approaching from the front.

The strong wind blew his long hair, like colorful prayer flags fluttering in the wind.

Ouyang Rong suddenly remembered that he was like this when he first went to Longcheng.

One man and one horse, he came alone, with empty hands and nothing but his official body.

Now that we are leaving, he is empty-handed.

But it's not nothing.

After serving as an official, what did you leave behind?

Disaster relief, flood control, justice.

What else did you take away?

A sword that is hard to distinguish between right and wrong, but vows to cut off all right and wrong in the world.

Ouyang Rong suddenly smiled and rode forward.

In the ten-mile long pavilion, the people of Longcheng ate pots of pulp, called Magistrate Luobo cordially, led their horses and grabbed their sleeves, and young men with backpacks drank wine step by step, and they did not refuse anyone who came.

Ten miles outside the city, all the willow branches are broken, and there is a scene of reluctant farewell...

While he was still drunk, Ouyang Rong faintly heard the melody of a certain ballad:

outside the pavilion,

Beside the ancient road,

The grass is green and the sky is green.

The evening wind blows the willow flute,

The mountains outside Sunset Mountain...

evening.

Zheyi Canal, Tanlang Ferry.

The name of the new ferry has not yet been decided, but the people of Longcheng have privately called it Tanlangdu, and the county officials did not stop it, and it has gradually become a custom.

Tanlangdu is now a prosperous scene, which vaguely exceeds the bustling scale of Penglangdu.

On the official road, there was a skinny horse, carrying a young man who was lying down drunk and sleeping. It slowly drove into the ferry, getting closer and closer to the dock.

The golden sunset covered the slender body of the drunken young man like a cloth.

The thin horse was walking through the busy city, and suddenly there was a voice:

"They are selling cakes~hot sesame cakes baked right out of the oven~don't miss it if you pass by..."

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes drunkenly, got off his horse, staggered closer, and looked down at the steaming sesame cakes in the pot.

The man selling sesame cakes warmly welcomed him: "The cakes are still warm, would you like to eat them?"

Ouyang Rong stared at the sesame cake with drunken eyes, his face was red from drunkenness, and he was slightly in a trance.

He stretched out his fingers and touched the body of the cake, which was so hot that he flinched.

Wake up slightly.

"Alas, don't touch it with your hands!"

Ouyang Rong stopped his hand and looked around. The hustle and bustle of the busy city made the drunken look in his eyes disappear a lot.

"Where have I been..." he said to himself.

"This is Tanlangdu. Are you drunk?"

"Tanlang ferry?" The young man with a box-carrying nickname, Tanlang, took a deep breath and mumbled:

"Tan Lang knows that the boat is waiting in front, and there are people waiting in front. Tan Lang has to move forward and look forward. Isn't this how he taught Ah Qing before..."

After looking at the young man with a backpack who was mumbling nonsense in his sleep, the cake seller was curious:

"You are dressed like this, are you going to travel far?"

"Um……"

The vendor was curious: "Look at you, do you know my stall? Are you a regular customer in the past?"

Ouyang Rong nodded and shook his head.

"Well, this stall belongs to my old man. I took over last month. It's normal that you don't know me.

"Then you should know that our oil and sesame cake is a time-honored brand in Longcheng. It is not comparable to that of new foreign merchants like Tanlangdu. It was already well-known in Penglangdu."

The cake seller boasted and suddenly asked:

"Does the guest know that Liu Ashan, the flood control hero in our county who bravely fought against bullies? He was the hero specially enshrined by Luobo County Magistrate."

Ouyang Rong raised his eyelids and nodded towards him.

The pancake seller's chest thumped loudly: "I heard from the old man that this good man bought pancakes from us... Our pancakes are also loved by heroes and heroines. Do you want a piece of this, please? Don't try it before you leave."

Once I tasted it, it was such a pity.”

Ouyang Rong slowly raised his head, stared at the cake seller, and asked, "Is it really a pity?"

"Of course, don't leave with regrets!"

The young man who had just woken up from drunkenness took a deep breath and suddenly nodded vigorously:

"OK."

…

Several city officials on duty in Tanlangdu received the news and hurried out.

But after waiting outside the pier for half an hour, a certain young county magistrate was nowhere to be seen.

"It's strange, where has the lord gone? Didn't there just be news that the lord has arrived? Where is the person?"

"It seems like someone saw Mingfu coming just now."

A city official came from the rear pier, wiped his sweat and told:

"Master Xie, there is no sign of the Ming Dynasty on his side. Master Xie has ordered the ship to postpone its departure, and now we have to wait for the Ming Dynasty."

Several city officials looked at each other and turned around to search around in the busy streets of Tanlangdu.

At a cake stall that a city official passed by, a vendor touched three pieces of silver in his arms and smiled.

Three sentences, let the customers buy up all the cakes... The vendor suddenly felt bright about the future of selling cakes in Xindukou. He was very motivated and thought about changing the Hitachi brand and carving a sign of "Haohan Cake" on it.

The peddler looked in the distance toward the county seat and couldn't help but mutter:
Chapter completed!