Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

"Hurry up, we have to register."

The servants walked in the narrow aisles. Almost all the big families in Runing were next to each other. The courtyard walls were sometimes even less than one meter apart. The servants could not walk through the gates, they could only walk through the corner doors and the back doors, and they had to pass through these small The alleys can only accommodate long lines of people in and out.

"I've heard that registration is to write down our name, height, and even teeth." The little girl walked ahead. She was young, and she did all the errands, so she could always hear someone discuss it. After hearing more about the South Bodhisattva, she seems to have become a master of all things.

At least better than the servants who have been staying in the house.

The people behind listened to the little girl's endless narration, and found it very interesting.

Some of them were born to the host’s family, and some were bought from outside, but without exception, even if they were bought, they were very young when they were sold. They only ate the host’s meal and only watched After passing the view of the host's house, their small world is only one house.

But after all, they are human beings and they have curiosity. It's rare for so many people to come out together. They are extremely curious and excited. Although they have a little fear, these fears are obviously not enough for curiosity. After all, they have never I have heard of Nan Bodhisattva killing common people.

Even some of them deeply believe that Nan Bodhisattva is a god descending to the earth, and gods will not kill people.

If someone said that the soldiers in the hands of the Nan Bodhisattva also killed people, they would say that as long as the Nan Bodhisattva did not do it himself, he would not be counted as killing.

When people trust or admire someone, even if the person does something they cannot accept, they will find reasons for the person to convince themselves.

The servants of the whole street are all out on this day, they are going to the government to register.

The mansion in Runing is beautifully constructed. Although it complies with the regulations, it is obvious that one of its owners has made improvements on the original basis. Its architecture has statues of five blessings. In addition, there are various symbols of prosperity and The fair pattern makes this mansion unique. The low-key gorgeousness makes people impressed when they come in.

Of course, you can't see the reason from the outside, and most people don't have a chance to enter the government office.

Zhao Youquan felt that this government office was very good. If one day he had his own government office, he would surely rebuild it like this secretly.

"Brother Zhao, here comes." The white-faced man greeted him. His surname was Yang, but he was sent to Song Shizhao by his parents when he was weak. Compared to Zhao Youquan, he had better luck, at least because of his younger age. So Song Shizhao brought him by his side and taught some things. Many of the doormen like Zhao Youquan are jealous of him and want to make him trouble. Unfortunately, although he is young, he has a big heart and has never stepped on thunder. .

Zhao Youquan is also jealous of him, but he has greater fear of his own situation than jealousy. Therefore, he never treats anyone coldly, nor slander anyone secretly. Therefore, his popularity is quite good, and he was even cited by Shan Yang. For best friends.

"Come here." Zhao Youquan strode over. At this time, a small official brought people in. The backyard of the government office was very large. It used to be a martial arts field, but it was not large, it was just used for exercises. Most of the training part is not much.

The servants have lined up into six long lines under the command of the young official. The servants of different people are next to each other, probably because in the government office, no one dares to speak and is very quiet.

Zhao Youquan sat behind the table with paper and pen on the table. He looked up at the person standing in front of him.

This person is more than 50 years old by looking at his face, but he is less than forty years old if he only looks at body shape.

"What's your name?" Zhao Youquan raised the pen, and the man said with a little bit of wind, "Da Li."

After Zhao Youquan asked for the basic information, he did not ask anyone to leave. Instead, he asked, "When did you arrive at Sun's Mansion?"

Day Li was taken aback, remembering it seriously, and after a while, he said nervously, "I don't remember."

"Five, or six, maybe seven." Li Da scratched his head.

"What do you do in Sun's Mansion?" Zhao Youquan asked.

Li Da said honestly: "I brush the Gong bucket and sometimes chop wood for rough work."

Zhao Youquan asked again: "Are you married?"

Li Da shook his head honestly again, and said cautiously: "You can't marry a wife like me."

Zhao Youquan asked, "Then who are the maids in your house rationed to?"

Li Da is a person who has been enslaved for a long time. He will not question the questions of the masters above. Whatever the people above ask, he will answer: "The young man in the yard of the son, the son of the housekeeper, we are the men who do rough work. Not on."

Zhao Youquan glanced at him with some pity.

Li Da also noticed it, but said nothing. In his opinion, it is normal for a crude servant to not marry a daughter-in-law. They are not like people who are waiting by their masters. They can also get rewards from time to time. They have almost no property. Yes, food and lodging are at the owner's house, and the monthly money is the least, and the money is only enough for them to drink a little wine or eat a few meals in a restaurant every month.

They were sold by their parents, no longer had their own homes, and their relatives had no other contact except asking them for money, and gradually they had nothing to do with their families.

If you can't marry a wife, you're alone, and the master takes care of food and accommodation. They don't save money, and it doesn't make sense to save money.

"Go down." Zhao Youquan said to him. Li Da lowered his head and left the team. The next person who stepped forward was a woman. She was not too young, at least in her forties. She was better dressed than Li Da. The status in Sun's Mansion is not too low.

After Zhao Youquan asked the basic information, he asked: "What do you do in Sun's Mansion?"

The woman whispered: "The slave is in charge of the kitchenette."

The small kitchen is only for specific people to cook. The kitchen is a place with oil and water. Most of the host’s eyes are closed. For example, one penny for eggs, two penny for the kitchen, and the extra money is naturally filled. Into her pocket,

Zhao Youquan smiled and asked, "Do you have children?"

The woman replied: "Three sons and one daughter. Both sons are serving as servants in the house, and the daughter is already married."

Zhao Youquan: "Who did you marry?"

Woman: "Zhang is an older man."

Zhao Youquan: "Go down."

After all the owners registered, Zhao Youquan got the information of all the servants and the relationship composition of these servants.

After Zhao Youquan collected all the information, he sent all these things to Lin Yuan's case. As for preaching to these servants that they need a more standardized deed, it is not his responsibility.

Lin Yuan was a little surprised when he received the information, and asked the person who came: "Why are these records different?"

Some records are very careful and record everyone's life composition and relationships in the mansion, while the other records only basic personal information according to the rules.

This proves that the former’s approach was not negotiated by them, it should be the former’s own whim, or thought of it but did not tell others.

If it's a whim, then this person should be a careful and capable person at the same time.

If he had thought about it a long time ago, but didn't tell others, then he is a speculator, reckless to stand out from the crowd.

The one who came was a small official who lowered his head and said, "There are six adults taking notes. You are looking at the records of Lord Zhao."

Lin Yuan tapped his finger on the table and said to the little official: "Bring him to see me tonight."

The little official quickly promised.

After the little official left, Chen Baisong walked to Lin Yuan and picked up the record made by Zhao Youquan. It seems that he has learned a lot now, and he has escaped from the ranks of illiterate, but he is limited to literacy. His calligraphy is only about Comparable to children who are literate.

"It was written in great detail." Chen Baisong usually reads military books. He already knows what kind of military books are good and what is bad. He said to Lin Yuan, "This man is good."

Lin Yuan smiled and said: "It's good, but it depends on what kind of good method it is."

Chen Baisong raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Lin Yuan: "If he thought of it all of a sudden, it proves that he was decisive and thoughtful. If he had thought of it a long time ago, but there are no others in the ward, then he is deliberate and deliberate, regardless of the overall situation for his own benefit."

Chen Baisong answered, "If it's a deliberate effort, this person can't be used?"

Lin Yuan shook his head: "There are also uses, but they won't entrust important tasks."

The superiors must have a tolerant heart and a vision, and the prime minister can hold a boat in his belly. This sentence is not just a joke.

The reason why he was willing to tolerate Song Shizhao's careful thinking was because Song Shizhao didn't care about money, he cared about glory, his name behind him, and for his name, Song Shizhao would not become a high-ranking person with a small belly.

When Zhao Youquan was led away by the small official, everyone behind him looked at him with envy, which made Zhao Youquan feel comfortable. He had never been seen like this before, whether at home or in Song Mansion. Everyone thought he was just a mediocre scholar, but today he proved to them how different he is.

This is his credit, no one can take it away.

One day, he will stand in a position where these people can only look up. Those who used to look down on him and laughed at him behind their backs will be afraid of what they have done and said to him before, and live in Frightened, afraid of his revenge.

Zhao Youquan walked on the road, he felt that he was full of power for the first time, and also for the first time that he felt powerful.

Lin Yuan was a little surprised when he saw Zhao Youquan, because Zhao Youquan seemed--it was a bit wretched.

He has a beard, but it doesn't make him look more dignified, his whole body is full of "little man" temperament.

Even people who don’t judge people by their appearance will find him uncomfortable to look at.

"Zhao Youquan?" Lin Yuan almost brought the wrong person.

Zhao Youquan hurriedly knelt down and gave a big salute: "Weichen Zhao Youquan, see you!"

Lin Yuan is sure now, this person is crazy to want to be an official.