Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

"Hurry up, we still have to register."

The servants walk in the narrow corridors. The big families in Runing are almost all close together, and the courtyard walls are sometimes even less than one meter apart. The servants cannot go through the gate, but only through the corner door and the back door. Alleys and alleys can only accommodate people queuing in and out.

"I've heard that the registration is to record our names, heights, and even teeth." The little girl walked in front, she was young, and she did all the errands, and I could always hear people discussing After hearing a lot about Nan Bodhisattva, she seems to have become a know-it-all.

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

Listening to the little girl's eloquent narration, the people behind all found it very interesting.

Some of them are the children of the master's family, and some are bought from outside, but without exception, even if they are bought, they are very young when they are sold. After seeing the scenery of the master's house, their world is narrow and only that one house remains.

But after all, they are human beings, and human beings have curiosity. It is 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 worth their curiosity. After all, they have never I heard that Nan Bodhisattva killed common people.

Some of them even deeply believed that Nan Bodhisattva came down to earth from gods, and gods would not kill people.

If someone said that the soldiers in Nan Bodhisattva's hands also killed people, they would say that as long as Nan Bodhisattva didn't do it himself, it wouldn't count him as capable of killing people.

When people trust or admire someone, even if that person does something they can't accept, they will give that person reasons to convince themselves.

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

Runing's government office is very beautifully built, although it conforms to the regulations, but it is obvious that one of its owners has made improvements on the original basis. There are statues of five blessings on its building, in addition to various other symbols of wealth and prosperity. The fair pattern makes this mansion unique, and the low-key gorgeousness makes people impressed when they come in.

Of course, there is no reason to see it from the outside, and most people have no chance to enter the government office.

Zhao Youquan felt that this government office was very good, and if one day he had his own office, he would definitely secretly remodel it into this.

"Brother Zhao, someone is here." The white-faced man greeted him. His surname was Shan Mingyang, but he was sent to Song Shizhao's family by his parents when he was a weak crown. Compared with Zhao Youquan, he had better luck, at least because he was young. So Song Shizhao took him by his side and taught him some things. Many disciples like Zhao Youquan were jealous of him and wanted to make trouble for him. Unfortunately, although he was young, he had a big heart and never stepped on thunder. .

Zhao Youquan was also jealous of him, but compared to jealousy, he was more afraid of his own situation, so he never faced anyone coldly, nor would he slander anyone behind his back, so his popularity was not bad, and he was even attracted by Shan Yang. as a bosom friend.

"Here we come." Zhao Youquan strode over. At this time, a small official had already brought people in. The backyard of the government office is very large. It used to be a martial arts arena here, but it was not large. It was only used for drills. Most of the parts, the part of practice is not estimated to be much.

The servants had already lined up in six long lines under the command of the clerk, and servants from different families were next to each other, probably because no one dared to speak in the government office and it was very quiet.

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

This person looks more than 50 years old when looking at his face, but if he only looks at his body shape, he is less than 40 years old.

"What's your name?" Zhao Youquan picked up his pen, and the man shivered and said, "Da Li."

After Zhao Youquan finished asking about the basic information, he didn't tell anyone to leave, but asked again: "When did you arrive at Sun's residence?"

Li Day was taken aback, and thought about it seriously. After a while, he said nervously: "I don't remember."

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

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

Li Da said honestly: "Wash the barrels, and sometimes chop firewood and do rough work."

Zhao Youquan asked again: "Are you married?"

Li Da shook his head honestly again, and said cautiously: "A person like me cannot marry a wife."

Zhao Youquan asked: "Then who are the maids in your mansion assigned to?"

Li Da is a person who has been enslaved for a long time. He will not question the questions of the gentlemen above. He will answer whatever the people above ask: "The boy in the son's yard, the son in charge, we who do rough work not on."

Zhao Youquan looked at him with some pity.

Li Da also noticed it, but he didn't say anything. In his opinion, it's normal for rough servants not to be able to marry a wife. They are not like those who serve their masters, and they can get some rewards from time to time. They have almost no property. Yes, they lived and boarded at the master’s house, and they received the least amount of monthly money, which was only enough for them to buy a little wine every month or go to restaurants for a few meals.

They were sold by their parents, and they no longer have their own homes. Their relatives have no other contact except to ask them for money, and gradually they have no relationship with their families.

They can't get a wife, they are alone, and the host is in charge of food and housing. They don't know how to save money, and saving money is meaningless.

"Go down." Zhao Youquan said to him. Li Da bowed his head and left the team. The next person who stepped forward was a woman. She was not young, at least in her 40s. She was dressed better than Li Da. The status of the Sun Mansion is not too low.

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

The woman whispered, "The slave is in charge of the small kitchen."

The small kitchen is only for specific people. The kitchen is a place full of oil and water, and most of the hosts turn a blind eye. For example, eggs cost one penny, and those in charge of the kitchen can pay three pennies. The extra money will naturally be filled. into her purse,

Zhao Youquan asked with a smile, "Do you have children?"

The woman replied: "Three sons and one daughter, the sons are all servants in the house, and the daughter is married."

Zhao Youquan: "Who did you marry?"

Woman: "Guard Zhang is the eldest son."

Zhao Youquan: "Go down."

After everyone 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 contract, it is not his business.

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

Some are meticulously documented and record the makeup of everyone's lives and relationships within the mansion, while others just record basic personal information in a more formal way.

This proves that the former's approach was not discussed by them. It should be the former's own whim, or he thought of it but didn't tell others.

If it was a whim, then this person should be a person who is as careful as dust and has outstanding abilities.

If he thought of it long ago but didn't tell others, then he is a speculator, ignoring the overall situation in order to stand out.

The one who came was a small official. He lowered his head and said, "There are six adults making records. What you are looking at is Master Zhao's record."

Lin Yuan tapped the table with his fingers, and said to the little official, "Bring him to see me tonight."

The little official quickly agreed.

After the little official left, Chen Bosong walked up to Lin Yuan, picked up the records made by Zhao Youquan, and it seemed that he could already know a lot of characters, and he was out of the ranks of illiterates, but only limited to literacy. Can compare with literate children.

"It's very detailed." Chen Bosong usually reads military books. He already knows what kind of military books are good and what kind is bad. He said to Lin Yuan, "This guy is good."

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "It's not bad, but it depends on what kind of method it is."

Chen Bosong raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Lin Yuan: "If he thought of it suddenly, it proves that he was decisive and thoughtful. If he thought of it a long time ago, but there is no one else in the ward, then he is scheming and ignoring the overall situation for his own benefit."

Chen Bosong answered, "If it's all deliberate, this person can't be used?"

Lin Yuan shook his head: "It can be used, but it won't be entrusted with important tasks."

Those in high positions must be tolerant and foresighted, and the prime minister can hold a boat in his belly. This sentence is not just a joke.

The reason why he is willing to tolerate Song Shizhao's petty thinking is because Song Shizhao doesn't care about money, what he cares about is glory and posthumous fame. For posthumous fame, Song Shizhao will not become a small-bodied superior.

When Zhao Youquan was taken away by the petty official, everyone behind him looked at him enviously, which made Zhao Youquan feel comfortable. He had never been seen like this before, no matter at home or in the Song Mansion, everyone People thought he was just a mediocre scholar, but today he proved to them how different he is.

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

One day, he will stand on the seat that these people can only look up to. Those who used to look down on him and laughed at him behind his back will be terrified by what they did and said to him before, and live in Trembling with fear, lest his revenge.

Zhao Youquan was walking on the road. For the first time, he felt that he was full of strength, and it was also the first time that he felt that he was strong.

Lin Yuan was a little surprised when he saw Zhao Youquan, because Zhao Youquan looked—really a little wretched.

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

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

"Zhao Youquan?" Lin Yuan almost took the wrong person with him.

Zhao Youquan quickly knelt down and saluted with all his body on the ground: "My humble minister Zhao Youquan, I pay my respects to your lord!"

Lin Yuan is now sure, this man wants to be an official and wants to be crazy.