Chu Qing doesn't understand what it means to have a lot of help and not to have a lot of help. He only knows that kindness can be gathered and it is selfless.
When a person wants to do something good and someone else wants to help him, he must not refuse, and he must not say anything about considering the safety of others, because such kindness is not selfless.
When you refuse others to do good things and right things, the purpose becomes impure.
Chu Qing no longer had the slightest scruple and revealed his imperfect plan.
Except for the five people in the main hall of the Hubu Yamen Office, no one knew that in just half an hour, a plan that could even be said to concern everyone in the entire capital was gradually taking shape.
When Chu Qing left the Hubu Yamen Office, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
The plans of Zhang Songling and others need to be defeated one by one. With the help of officials from the Ministry of Revenue headed by Wei Changfeng, the success rate is a little higher.
No one knew, not even Fu San, that after rescuing the victims, Chu Qing slept soundly, but before falling asleep these nights, some pictures would always appear in his mind, some that made him want to yell and curse. .
After entering the carriage, Chu Qing's smile grew stronger.
Gan Yongmei is no longer his target, but the target of the Ministry of Finance.
Some people laugh and some cry, but it's not Gan Yongmei. At least Gan Yongmei isn't crying yet. The person crying now is Nangong Ping in the human resources service support shed in the southern suburbs.
Nangong Ping, scratching his forehead, was lying on the desk, drawing a sketch.
In front of them, there was a long queue, at least more than 300 people, all of whom were refugees from Zhuangzi in the southern suburbs.
Zhuangzi in the southern suburbs received the notice, and everyone went to "Nanpeng" to register.
The refugees couldn't understand why they should create a register since they were already refugees. However, Chu Qing's words were almost equivalent to an imperial edict. Everyone didn't understand what they meant, but they still came to line up.
This is the common people. As long as someone treats them well, even just once, no matter how disappointed or desperate they are in this world, as long as someone treats them well once, just once, they will let go of all their wariness and let it go, not because of blind obedience. , but because someone was nice to them and it was nice for once.
The refugees didn't know anything, but Nangong Ping knew the truth.
Chu Qing didn't say much, just register and create a register. This and the so-called "register", at the very least, just by looking at the register, you can compare it with the real person, and you can't find anyone other than the real person.
There are also many so-called "registers" in Jingzhao Prefecture, which have more symbolic meaning than actual meaning, such as household registration, who has the last name, whether the face is square or round, whether there are moles on the face, where the moles are located, and how high they are approximately. , what accent, where is my hometown, and then... nothing more.
It can be said that if you just find a household registration book at random, you can find at least hundreds of "similar" people in Beijing based on this book.
In order to prevent this situation, Chu Qing handed over this task to Nangong Ping.
Haven't you been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics since you were a child?
Aren’t you a master of poetry and painting?
Don’t you have the world in your heart?
Aren't you very agile?
Aren't you handsome?
Aren’t you smiling playfully with Tao Ruolin every day?
Okay, I happen to be a professional counterpart, so let’s draw.
Nangong Ping was very confused at that time. He had said that he was good at poetry, had read the Four Books and Five Classics, cared more about the people, and was good at many things, but he never said that he was good at painting.
Chu Qing was very stubborn. He said that people with good legs and feet must be good at painting. Either you paint or you die. You choose one. What kind of temper does Nangong Ping have? Without saying a word, he just left and went to learn painting.
Nangong Ping was definitely considered a young hero, but it was impossible to learn how to draw in just a few days.
At this time, Nangong Ping was painting, and in front of him was an old man with a silly smile.
The old man looked at the "head portrait" drawn by Nangong Ping, and his smile gradually solidified.
It can be said that the old man has never looked in a bronze mirror in his life. This is not an exaggeration at all, but now when he looks at the portrait, the old man still looks suspicious.
The old man swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Young Master, this little old man...is this what he looks like?"
The old man subconsciously touched his face and was surprised that he had grown longer and still had a hexagonal head.
There were originally nearly 3,000 refugees in the southern suburbs, but 2,000 of them left and were taken to Xiao County to dig mountains and quarry. Chu Qing found a temporary job for everyone, and there were nearly 1,000 people, most of whom were The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.
Tao Ruolin has not been looking for Chu Qing recently because she is busy with the matter of these thousands of refugees and registering them with Nangong Ping.
The old man didn't know if he had a hexagonal head, but the old lady behind knew it. She stretched her head, looked at the drawing paper, and then looked at the old man, grinning.
The old lady turned her head, looked at the person behind her, and whispered: "Hey, let's find the female Bodhisattva. The young master's painting... is so scary, just like a brick."
Passing the word to ten, passing it to hundreds, everyone turned around and whispered, and when Nangong Ping raised his head again, he found that there was no one in front of him. Instead, there was a long queue at Tao Ruolin's place not far away.
Compared with Nangong Ping, Tao Ruolin is the real master of both poetry and painting. Not only can she draw portraits, but she can also draw them quickly. With a few strokes, she can draw a head that does not wear a mold, which is particularly realistic.
Seeing so many people suddenly lined up, Tao Ruolin turned her head, rolled her hands into morning glory, and shouted: "Come out and help sister."
A group of little jumping beans and farmers who were reading ran out. Tao Ruolin asked Bihua to build a wooden table. She was responsible for painting, and the others were responsible for writing and recording name information, etc., which greatly improved efficiency.
Soul painter Nangong Ping shook his sore wrist, stood up and walked over: "Miss Tao, before sunset today, we will be able to record the identities of the people. After that, I will wait..."
Tao Ruolin said without raising her head: "It's useless for you to test me. I don't know what Chu Qing's plan is."
Nangong Ping smiled awkwardly and fell silent.
He knew that Chu Qing must have a plan, but he didn't know what the specific plan was, so he was very curious.
After Tao Ruolin finished drawing a slightly cute mugshot, she smiled and said: "Just waiting, Chu Qing said that he wants to get things done, and there must be no mistakes here."
"Students know."
Nangong Ping suddenly felt a heavy burden on his back and nodded heavily.
At the entrance of the greenhouse, there was a sudden commotion. Nangong Ping followed the sound and saw two young men in fancy clothes walking in, followed by more than a dozen scoundrels.
The two young men walking at the front were obviously from the same generation. Their looks were almost the same, as if they were printed from the same mold.
"Is this the newly opened dental shop?"
The young master on the left stepped forward and shouted: "Who is in charge? Come out, I need to use my legs."
Nangong Ping walked over quickly, and before he could speak, the young master on the right frowned and said, "I just brought the caravan back to the capital. When we arrived outside the city, my entourage said that all the dental shops in the city were closed, and there was only one dental shop in the south of the city. , what’s going on?”
Nangong Ping cupped his hands and said, "That's right, this is Yaxing. I wonder if you two..."
The young master on the left pointed to the young master next to him: "My second brother, I will protect you."
Fu Baobao pointed to his eldest brother again: "My eldest brother, Fu Yongkang."
The two brothers raised their hands together and said in unison: "Weijiang Fu family, take care of me."
