"Come on, we have to register."
The servants walk in the narrow aisle. The big families in Runing are almost all next to each other. The courtyard walls are sometimes less than one meter apart. Alleys, alleys can only accommodate long queues in and out.
"I've heard that registration is to write down our names, heights, and even teeth." The little girl walked in front, she was young, she did all the errands, and she could always hear people discussing After hearing about Nan Bodhisattva a lot, she seems to have become a know-it-all.
At least better than the servants who have been in the house.
The people behind listened to the incessant narration of the little girl and found it very interesting.
Some of them are the children of the owner's family, and some are bought from outside, but without exception, even if they were bought, they were sold at a very young age. After passing the scenery of the master's house, only that house is left in their small world.
But after all, they are people, and they are curious. It is rare for so many people to come out together. They are extremely curious and excited. Although they have some fears, these fears are obviously not worth their curiosity. After all, they have never I heard that Nan Bodhisattva kills the common people.
Even some of them deeply believe that Nan Bodhisattva is an immortal descended from the earth, and immortals will not kill.
If someone said that the soldiers in the hands of Nan Bodhisattva also killed people, they would say that as long as Nan Bodhisattva did not do it himself, it would not be considered that he could kill.
When people trust or adore someone, they find reasons for that person to convince themselves even if the person does something they can't accept.
The servants of the whole street were dispatched on this day, and they were going to register with the government office.
Runing's mansion is very beautifully built. Although it complies with regulations, it is obvious that one of its owners has made improvements on the original basis. There are statues of five blessings on its buildings. The fair pattern makes this mansion unique, low-key and gorgeous, which makes people impressed when they come in.
Of course, you can't see why from the outside, and most people have no chance to enter the government office.
Zhao Youquan felt that the yamen was very good. If one day he had his own yamen, he would secretly transform it into this.
"Brother Zhao, someone is here." The white-faced man greeted. His surname was Dan, but he was sent to Song Shizhao by his parents when he was weak. Compared with Zhao Youquan, his luck was better, at least because of his young age. So Song Shizhao also took him by his side and taught him some things. Many of his disciples like Zhao Youquan were jealous of him and wanted to cause him some trouble. Unfortunately, although he was young, he had a big heart and never stepped on thunder. .
Zhao Youquan is also jealous of him, but he is more afraid of his own situation than jealousy, so he never confronts anyone coldly, nor does he slander anyone behind his back, so his popularity is not bad, and he is even cited by Shan Yang. for best friend.
"Come on." Zhao Youquan walked over with a big stride. At this time, a small official had 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 only used for training. Most of the parts, the practice part is estimated not much.
The servants had already formed six long queues under the command of the little official. The servants of different families were next to each other, probably because in the government office, no one dared to speak, and it was very quiet.
Zhao Youquan was sitting behind a table with pen and paper on it. He looked up at the person standing in front of him.
This person looks more than fifty years old by looking at his face, but if he only looks at his body shape, he is less than forty years old.
"What's your name?" Zhao Youquan picked up the pen, and the man said shyly, "Da Li."
After Zhao Youquan asked the basic information, he did not tell anyone to leave, but asked again, "When did you arrive at the Sun Mansion?"
Li Da was stunned for a moment, thinking about it seriously, and 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 did you do in Sun Mansion?" Zhao Youquan asked.
Li Da said honestly: "I brush the bucket, and sometimes I also go to chop wood and do rough work."
Zhao Youquan asked again, "Are you married?"
Li Da shook his head honestly again, and said cautiously: "I can't marry a wife like me."
Zhao Youquan asked, "Then who are all the maids in your house assigned to?"
Li Da is a man who has been enslaved for a long time. He will not question the questions of the superiors, and he will answer whatever the superiors ask: "The young servant in the son's courtyard, the son of the steward, we rough laborers. not up."
Zhao Youquan glanced at him with some pity.
Li Da also noticed it, but didn't say anything. In his opinion, it's normal for rough servants to marry a daughter-in-law. They are not like the people who serve by the master's side. They can still get some rewards from time to time. They have almost no property. Yes, the food and lodging are all in the main house, and the monthly money is the least, and that money is only enough for them to drink a little wine every month, or go to a restaurant for a few meals.
They were sold by their parents and no longer had their own home. Their relatives had no other contact except to ask them for money, and gradually they had no relationship with their family.
If they can't get a wife, they are alone, and the main family is in charge of food and accommodation. They can't save money, and saving money is meaningless.
"Go down." Zhao Youquan said to him, Li Da left the team with his head lowered, and the next one stepped forward was a woman, not too young, at least in her 40s, she was dressed better than Li Da, you could tell His status in the Sun Mansion is not too low.
After Zhao Youquan asked the basic information, he asked, "What are you doing in Sun Mansion?"
The woman whispered, "The slave is in charge of the small kitchen."
The small kitchen only cooks for specific people. The kitchen is a place full of oil and water. Most of the hosts keep their eyes open. For example, one egg is a penny. into her pocket,
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 daughters are married."
Zhao Youquan: "Who did you marry?"
Woman: "Zhang Shi's eldest son."
Zhao Youquan: "You 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 table. As for preaching to these servants that they needed a more standardized deed, it was not up to him.
Lin Yuan was a little surprised when he received this information, and asked the people who came: "Why are these records different?"
Some were carefully recorded and recorded everyone's life composition and relationships in the mansion, while the other just followed the rules and recorded basic personal information.
This proves that the former's approach was not something they negotiated. It should be the former's own whim, or the thought of it but not telling others.
If it is a whim, then this person should be a person who is careful and capable at the same time.
If he had thought about it long ago, but didn't tell others, then he was a speculator, ignoring the overall situation in order to stand out.
The one who came was a little official, who lowered his head and said, "There are six adults making records. You are looking at the records of Master Zhao."
Lin Yuan tapped his fingers on the table and said to the clerk, "Bring him to see me tonight."
The clerk hurriedly agreed.
After the clerk left, Chen Bosong walked up to Lin Yuan and picked up the records made by Zhao Youquan. It seems that he has learned a lot of characters now, and has broken away from the ranks of illiterates, but only limited to literacy, and his calligraphy is only about Comparing with literate children.
"It's written in great detail." Chen Bosong usually reads military books. He already knows what kind of military books are good and what kind of books are bad. He said to Lin Yuan, "This person is not bad."
Lin Yuan smiled and said, "It's not bad, but it depends on what kind of good method it is."
Chen Baisong raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"
Lin Yuan: "If he thought of it suddenly, it proves that he made a decisive decision and has a lot of ideas. If he thought of it long ago, but there was no one else in the ward, then he was deliberately thinking about it and disregarding the overall situation for his own interests."
Chen Bosong replied, "If it's deliberate, this person can't be used?"
Lin Yuan shook his head: "There are also usages, but they will not be entrusted with important tasks."
The high-ranking person must have a heart of tolerance and vision. The prime minister can punt a boat in his stomach. This sentence is not just a joke.
The reason why he is willing to tolerate Song Shizhao's careful thinking is because Song Shizhao doesn't care about money, what he cares about is glory and the name behind him.
When Zhao Youquan was taken away by the clerk, everyone behind him looked at him with an envious look, which made Zhao Youquan feel at ease. People thought he was just a mediocre scholar, but today he proved to them how special he is.
This is his credit, and no one can take it away.
One day, he will stand in the position 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 afraid of what he did and said to him in the past, and live all day long. Frightened, afraid of 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 strong.
Lin Yuan was a little surprised when he saw Zhao Youquan, because Zhao Youquan looked - it was a bit wretched.
He has a beard, but it doesn't make him look more solemn, and he is full of "little man" temperament.
Even people who don't judge people by their appearance will find it uncomfortable to look at him.
"Zhao Youquan?" Lin Yuan almost brought the wrong person.
Zhao Youquan hurriedly knelt down, and gave a big salute: "Wei Chen Zhao Youquan, see your lord!"
Lin Yuan is now certain, this man is crazy about being an official.