Small black room, on a hard wooden couch.

Taking advantage of the faint Mars, Ouyang Rong looked at the blood book carefully again.

According to Cui Hao's understatement, the owner of the tomb was named Lu Changgeng. He was a scholar who fled south to the Southern Dynasty three hundred years ago. He had some connection with Cui Hao. He had his own letters in the burial objects in the tomb. One of them had a Kuixing Talisman, which was still made of silk books and never corrupted.

Ouyang Rong put down his blood letter and thought.

As for Cui Hao, the Great Situ of the Northern Wei Dynasty, who was a scholar from the North, who had such correspondence with a southern scholar during the hostilities of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Cui Hao did not mention a single word.

"Lu Changgeng..."

The sky outside was lit up, and the fire pie was slaughtered by Ouyang Rong. The darkness covered his face, a little blurred, and he murmured in a low voice.

The blood book only says that this person’s tomb is in Yunmengze, and there is no specific location. How can people find it?

You can't call Liulang to lead a team to search in a carpet style.

Besides, he cannot leave Taoyuan Town too far, so he has to stay here, waiting for a great lady to appear at any time, and take him into Yunmeng Jianze...

Although I was a little doubtful about whether Lady Zhishuang had forgotten him.

If you think about it carefully, the scholars who were able to travel south in that era were not poor and poor families.

And you see, it is clearly a wave of refugees leaving their hometowns, but the escape of scholars is called "Fengzhang Nan".

So elegant, so calm, gentle, so gentle, respectful, frugal.

Those who don’t know thought it was a spring outing, but wasn’t it just a fleeing in panic?

Speaking of which, most of the scholars who could travel south at that time were the scholars in the north, and the same should be true for the family to which Lu Changgeng belonged.

Such scholars who are buried in Yunmengze after their death must not be lonely graves, but established family cemeteries. Although Confucianism talks about burying with rich burials, they also have the tradition of returning to their roots. The scholars' graves must be buried in the family's habitat.

According to this analysis, the family to which Lu Changgen must have lived in Yunmengze back then, so he was buried here only after his death.

Since it is a family habitat, it must be in the habitat of secular people, and family cemeteries are also close to each other, at least two or three hundred years ago, when Lu Changgeng was buried.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked outside the window. The weather in the town today was still foggy.

Looking around a hundred miles, this Taoyuan Town seems to meet this requirement. Looking at the style of the ancient house gate of this town, it has the style of Southern Dynasties architecture. It should have been built for a long time. It is also one of the mountain markets that are deepest into Yunmengze... It is also possible that Lu Changgeng's family lives in this town?

Of course, Yunmengze is so big, and there are many bordering prefectures and counties. The probability of Lu's family not being here is also very high. I can only say that I have luck.

But Ouyang Rong always felt that Cui Hao would not be aimless.

Cui Hao praised him for his intelligence before leaving, but Cui Hao is also wise and close to the demon.

Ouyang Rong decided to take time to investigate during the day.

After thinking about it, Ouyang Rong turned over, covered it with the help of a quilt, carefully raised the blood books, opened a corner of the scroll under the pillow, and stuffed it into it.

Before the sound of the rooster climbing up the eaves came from the next yard, he reached into the scroll and wanted to take the item again.

At this time, he paused in the darkness, as if he was feeling something. With a "swoosh", his palm returned to his arms and pressed a restless ink ingot.

It was wriggling like an earthworm, trying to break free from his clothes and come out to breathe.

Ouyang Rong stuffed it back and put it back, pressing his palms on it through the clothes.

He ignored the trembling protests of "Little Mo Ding".

Ouyang Rong wore a bronze mask sooner or later to protect his fake body just in case, even if he slowly consumed a certain degree of merit.

Similarly, we are now insisting on preventing the leakage of small ink essence.

Ouyang Rong pulled up the bedding and buried his face, making a slight sound from his teeth:

"Where are you looking for Mo here? I'm picky about the ones who let you have enough food before leaving Xunyang last time. Don't make trouble, learn from others..."

After speaking, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and went to sense the white sturgeon.

The little guy is indeed well-behaved and honest. He is currently wandering around the hem of a misty water surface three miles outside Taoyuan Town.

On the dark bed, Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his eyes.

Almost at the same time, a heavy sound of footsteps rang outside the bell tower.

"Brother Aliang, is Brother Aliang awake? It's time to ring the bell, I'm ready. I see that the big rooster next door seems to be about to jump onto the wall..."

Ergou, a new colleague from the inn, rang out loudly.

Ouyang Rong, who was sleeping in a hidden blue monk's uniform and clothes, did not respond. He turned over and grabbed the scroll under the pillow, stuffed it into his arms, and touched his chin habitually. He took a felt hat and pressed it on his eyebrows, lowered his head slightly, got up and opened the wooden door of the bell tower, walked out, passed directly beside Ergou, and walked towards the wooden ladder that was climbing to the top.

Ergou followed up happily.

I saw the young man in monk's clothes in front of me not even greeted me, and said in a rude voice:

"Come up, you can watch me knock first, and you can go up the next halfway."

Ergou was not annoyed, and was curious about looking at the big clock on the roof:

"Oh, Brother Aliang, do you have to knock one hundred and eight times? Once in the morning and evening, how tired it is to knock like this every day. Brother Aliang, is there any particularity..."

Ouyang Rong did not answer.

Ergou didn't ask any more questions, followed honestly, looking around curiously along the way.

Ouyang Rong was in front and Ergou was behind, and we climbed to the top floor together.

Halfway through the climb, Ouyang Rong heard Ergou's trembling voice coming from behind:

"Liu, Brother Aliang, why are you so tall? I, I'm afraid..."

Ouyang Rong took off his felt hat and threw it on his head with precision:

"Don't look down."

"oh oh."

Sha Ergou's eyes were covered with half of his felt hat, so he was not so scared. He followed Ouyang Rong like a blind man and climbed up to the top floor of about twenty feet.

When he arrived in front of the big bell, Ouyang Rong did not ask for his hat back.

He turned around and looked at the young man who stood at the sight of his chest, trembling as if he was facing a great enemy, and did not dare to look at the scenery above him.

The young man is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with short hair, dark skin, big and collapsed nose, and an ordinary and honest person, but his body has some messy tattoos exposed from his neck.

The standard natives in Wuyue were dressed up, had their hair cut and tattoos, and they had not yet been civilized. If they were placed in Jiangzhou, Ouyang Rong, as the governor, would have to take them to integrate into the "My Holy Week" well, and no one was allowed to fall behind.

It’s a pity that when we go south, especially Lingnan Road, many prefectures and counties are still in charge of states and governing the barbarians. Because of their customs, they are considered to be governed, that is, the chieftains of the Yi tribe are self-governing.

Yunmengze, which is close to them, is also a scattered area. People flee from time to time. There are many unkaihua villages distributed outside. On the contrary, it is quite strange that the Han family towns like Taoyuan Town are quite impressive.

I just met a few days ago, and I heard from Ergou that he was from it and the village was quite far from Taoyuan Town.

Ouyang Rong touched his chin and suddenly realized that his image was not much better.

He had a tattoo with a broken hair, and his forehead was like A Qing, with a tattoo with the word "Yue" on his forehead. He was placed in the Great Zhou Dynasty, which symbolized the identity of an official slave.

No wonder the Ergou was quite close to each other a few days ago and took the initiative to talk. He probably thought that Ouyang Rong was a native of Wu Yue in the surrounding villages, just like him.

"Brother Aliang, why are you looking at me like that?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"It's okay, you... by the way, do you have a surname?"

The short-haired young man thought about it and said:

"Sha, our village is called Shajialong, and my sister also said her surname is Sha when she is outside."

"Sha Erdog...Sha...Dog..."

Ouyang Rong was speechless when he was halfway through his speech:

"I'll call you Ergou in the future."

Sha Ergou grinned and showed her big white teeth:

"Everything is OK."

He asked curiously:

"What about Brother Aliang, what's his surname?"

Ouyang Rong became quiet, turned around and hugged the wood. In silence, he suddenly rang out the first bell this morning.

"willow."

Sha Ergou saw that the young man was dancing in the cold morning breeze and finished speaking without looking back.

"clang--!"

The sound of the Hongdao bell woke up the Baiai ancient town.

...

Sha Ergou came to Hongchen Inn the day before yesterday. Like Ouyang Rong, he was a servant guard and helped the inn owner do some hard work.

The reason why I came here to watch the bell ringing this morning was that Ouyang Rong asked yesterday, asking him if he wanted to learn, and the two of them divided the work together.

When Sha Ergou first came here, he wanted to make more money, so he immediately agreed and said he would give it a try.

Ouyang Rong found someone to share the work of ringing the bell. In addition to freeing up his hands to do other things, he also made himself look "normal"... Anyone who rings the bell is not tired every day, regardless of wind or rain.
To be continued...