"How much does a pound of pork cost?"

"Ten dollars a pound, thank you for your patronage."

"Boss, please give me two pounds."

"okay."

In the east city of Xunyang City, in a corner of the vegetable market, a carriage parked next to the butcher's meat stall. Ye Weilai and Ban Xi stood pretty, each wearing a light black veil. After politely asking for the price, the two little heads came together and calculated.

Ye Weilai took out a small light green purse from her arms.

The groom Ali immediately jumped out of the carriage, stepped forward and reached out to pick up the two kilograms of hanging rope pork that the butcher had accurately cut.

"etc."

A man's voice came from inside the carriage.

Ye Weilai, Banxi and Ali immediately stopped and looked back.

The three of them discovered that Ouyang Rong, who had been distracted in the carriage since they left the house in the morning, had opened the curtain and cast his gaze.

"Didn't Dongshi pork cost eight yuan a pound before? It hasn't changed for more than half a year. Why did it increase by two yuan today?"

The butcher with a sinister face couldn't help but raise his head and take another look at this noble man with a face like a jade crown, who spoke slowly and calmly and had a very cultivated temperament.

"Sir, this is the listed price in the East Market today. Other meat stalls are at this price. Go and ask, you ladies. I'm not ripping off customers."

"I know, but why did the price of pork suddenly increase?" Ouyang Rong asked seriously.

The fat butcher and Ouyang Rong looked at each other with calm and deep eyes for a while.

He must be an honest person by nature. His dark face turned red, and he rubbed his hands and explained:

"I heard that the largest pig farm in Xunyang near Chengtian Temple in Xingzifang has closed down. It seems that the owner sold the farm.

"It seems to have been bought by a group of arrogant Yangzhou businessmen. I don't know what these rich people do to raise pigs... Now we all have to collect pigs from individual farmers outside the city, not to mention the additional losses.

, some villagers are still sitting on the floor raising prices and wondering whether they want to buy it or not. We can’t do anything about it... To be honest, sir, buy more pork. In this situation, it may rise again tomorrow. Recently, the prices of some commodities in the East Market,

I also don’t understand, one price per day..."

Seeing Ouyang Rong's silence, Ye Weilai asked in a low voice: "Tan Lang, do you want this meat..."

"It's okay, just pay. It's only two kilograms, which is enough to eat."

Ouyang Rong waved his hands absentmindedly.

The fat butcher on the side continued to complain.

Until he left, Ouyang Rong didn't remember what he said after that. Ouyang Rong lowered his head all the way, as if he was lost in some kind of thinking.

Ye Weilai, who came out to buy vegetables and meat for the house, was semi-savvy and very discerning and did not bother him or even whispered to the side.

Ali also drove the carriage steadily, slowly leaving Dongshi and returning to the Huaiye Lane mansion.

Today is a holiday and Ouyang Rong has a day off.

Early in the morning, he had nothing to do, so he accompanied Ye Weila and the others to the East Market to buy vegetables. He planned to take advantage of the holiday to cook some Dongpo pork for his relatives and friends to try, so he needed to buy pork.

More than half a decade has passed since Lin Cheng's showdown and Ouyang Rong and Xunyang Wang Lixian jointly delivered the memorial.

There is no reply from Luoyang yet, but according to the experience of sending back the imperial decrees in the past, it should be within the next two days.

During the intervening days, things were calm in the city, and at the same time, Lin Cheng was nowhere to be seen.

Now is the waiting period. What needs to be discussed has already been discussed. It is useless to talk more. Ouyang Rong has not been to Xunyang Prince's Mansion in the past two days. However, he heard from the junior sister who came to the Huaiye Lane residence for dinner,

Dalang seemed to have been beaten quite badly.

Well, his father, mother and sister were "mixed three times", and Ouyang Rong could only express his condolences.

"Tan Lang, it's rare for you to cook today, let's call Huan Huan over for dinner, and Liu Lang, call over too..."

Returning to the Huaiye Lane mansion, Zhen Shuyuan greeted him at the door with eager eyes. She immediately took Ouyang Rong's arm as he lowered his head and got out of the car. She smiled sweetly and made suggestions.

Ouyang Rong got off the carriage and was looking down and distracted.

Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at Zhen Shuyuan.

"Auntie, the price of pork in Dongshi has gone up."

Ouyang Rong suddenly spoke, making Zhen Shuyuan stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said:

"Ah? It's increased... by how much..."

Ouyang Rong said seriously: "One pound has increased by two cents."

Zhen Shuyuan couldn't help laughing:

"Silly boy, if the price goes up, it's worth it. It's worth it if you can let Tan Lang cook. I and Huan Huan both like to eat. It's okay. It's worth it if the price rises twice as much."

Ouyang Rong was silent, shook his head for a while, rolled up his sleeves quietly, carried two kilograms of pork in his hand, and walked to the kitchen: "Let them come over for lunch. I have to go to Xingzifang in the afternoon, and I may not come back for dinner.

"

"Why are you going to Xingzifang? It's hard for you to take a holiday. Why don't you take a rest at home?" Zhen Shuyuan looked curious.

"Going for a walk is also a good way to rest," he said.

Zhen Shuyuan sighed, thought of something, and asked: "Then do you want to call me Yuan Huaimin, this old boy?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "No, I'll bring some over in the afternoon."

"Tan Lang, how troublesome this is. You have to deliver it in person. It's really an advantage for him..." But before Zhen Shuyuan could ask any more questions, Ouyang Rong had already buried himself in the kitchen cooking.

Zhen Shuyuan and Ye Weilai looked at each other, Banxi and others. Ye Weilai shook his head slightly, saying that he didn't seem to encounter anything important when he went out this morning.

Seeing this, Zhen Shuyuan sighed helplessly. These days, Tan Lang always looked absent-minded at home, but he responded to their requests, did not mind nagging, and was very family-oriented... The girls were sometimes embarrassed to interrupt him.

In a state of deep contemplation, I felt very distressed.

"It's strange, isn't it just a two-dollar increase? It's still the lowest quality pork. Why is Tanlang so nervous? He's even more nervous than he was when the Di Gong Gate in Longcheng was about to collapse..."

The noble lady in the skirt looked at the back of her beloved nephew, muttering in a low voice, looking a little confused.

…

"Brother Lianghan is still loyal enough!"

In the evening, in a guest house at Chengtian Temple in Xingzifang, Yuan Huaimin opened the lid of the food box in front of him. When he smelled the fragrant smell of chopped green onion and meat, his eyes flashed with golden light.

When Ouyang Rong heard this, he looked away from the noise in the temple outside the courtyard gate. He glanced at Yuan Huaimin and remained silent.

Yuan Huaimin clasped his hands together, rubbed two chopsticks together, then moved them, picked up a piece of fat and hard cooked meat, and threw it into his mouth.

A voracious meal.

"Okay, okay, it's still warm. Brother Lianghan is really my best friend." His words were unclear, but he was full of praise.

"Has Lin Cheng come to see you recently?"

Ouyang Rong asked seriously.

"That Xia Guan Lingtai Lang from the capital?" Yuan Huaimin shook his head: "No, he has not been seen since that time when he asked for a pair of calligraphy treasures. Hey, why haven't he and Hu Zhongshi returned to the capital to resume their duties?

Woolen cloth?"

Ouyang Rong didn't explain. He spread out his hands and motioned for him to continue eating. "I'm full. You can eat. You don't need to keep anything."

It seems that Yuan Huaimin really didn't care about Xunyang officialdom.

After Yuan Huaimin showed off his mouth for a few words, he glanced at Ouyang Rong's expression across from him, and saw that he was holding a bowl and bending over, holding chopsticks in his hands while cooking, and asked in a muttered voice: "Brother Lianghan, what's on your mind today? Why do you have time to cook?"

, and also brought me food.”

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

"I have to find something to do. I invited Junior Sister and the others to dinner today at noon. If I don't have anything to do this afternoon, I'll come over and take a look."

Yuan Huaimin nodded thoughtfully, coughed again and asked:

"Why didn't you call me for lunch?"

Ouyang Rong said without raising his eyes:

"Auntie only asks you to come once every three days. If you come today, you won't be able to come tomorrow. I will bring Dongpo Pork here so that you can have one more good meal."

Yuan Huaimin was stunned for a moment, and soon, tears welled up in his eyes:

"Brother Lianghan, you are really..."

Ouyang Rong didn't pay attention to this. He suddenly stretched out his hand to the door and asked seriously:

"What's the noise going on in the temple? It just doesn't stop."

After hearing this, Yuan Huaimin, who was happily cooking, immediately became dejected, and the Dongpo pork in his mouth seemed to no longer taste good:

"The abbot of the temple said that all the guesthouses in the temple will not be renewed after this lease period. We tenants are asked to find a new place as soon as possible, pack up and leave. This has caused a lot of trouble in the temple.

Some of the brothers who also rented a courtyard to study were very unhappy. They all went to the abbot of the temple to argue. They had been arguing for two days..."

"Why isn't this temple rented? It's not... not a good location." Ouyang Rong asked calmly.

"It's not that I don't want to rent, but the host said that it's not impossible to continue renting, but the rent price must be increased. After asking, it almost doubled. I don't know where these bald donkeys have the confidence. In other words, it's hard to say
To be continued...