"Take out the talisman, line up, and wait for inspection and entry."
"Don't be crowded, don't be noisy."
Rows of soldiers with loud voices, holding long knives at their waists, shouted to the team that had just arrived in Luronce.
While shouting, he patrolled around the team to maintain order.
Yang Qun opened his mouth in astonishment and looked at the gray-white stone city gate in front of him.
The three-foot-high city wall does not seem very safe to Gongsun Yan, but to people like Yang Qun who have never left Lulong County in their lives, it is already a huge thing.
Is this what the neighbors call cement?
Yang Qun thought as he followed the team that entered the city to inspect the talisman and moved forward.
His dark face was full of curiosity and he looked around.
Even if he opened his eyes and looked carefully, he could not find the interface on the gray-white wall.
As his neighbor boasted, it was a magical artifact that could build a wall overnight.
Just as he was thinking that it was his turn in the queue, a man dressed as a scribe sat behind a tall table and chair and lined up in front of the city gate.
There is an open paper roster on the table, with pen and ink placed sideways next to it.
"Fu Xin." The clerk was already used to curious people like Yang Qun. Seeing Yang Qun's slow reaction, the clerk urged him angrily.
"Yes, yes." Yang Qun hurriedly nodded and handed over the talisman letter. The biggest official he had contact with on weekdays was their Li Zheng, and he also had great respect for such a small city gate official.
"Yang Qun, male, thirty-two." The clerk read out the information on the talisman letter and recorded it with ink.
For more detailed marriage, family and other status, Yang Qun has already registered at the registration office in Lulong County.
Therefore, the city gate clerk only needs to check the facial features on the back of the talisman letter to prevent anyone from borrowing other people's talisman letters and sneaking into Lulong Sai.
Although his attitude was not good, the clerk, who was quite serious about the inspection, glanced at the mole on Yang Qun's right cheek again.
Then he pulled out a numbered piece of paper from the hole under the table and wrote down Yang Qun's name.
The horizontal and vertical lines on it intersect to outline some frames.
Yang Qun couldn't understand what was written inside.
"You must keep this piece of paper safe. Your salary, food and accommodation depend on it." The clerk handed Yang Qun's talisman letter back to him along with the numbered piece of paper.
Then he pointed to the side and said: "Go there to register and assign a place to live."
"Okay, okay." Yang Qun had never studied. He was so nervous that he couldn't quite understand what the clerk said. He only knew that the snow-white Caihou paper handed over seemed very important.
He wiped the sweat from his palms on the hem of his clothes before taking it with both hands. Then he looked in the direction that the clerk casually pointed. It was a small booth next to the city gate. There were several people queuing at the door.
Just as he was about to ask if that was where he was, the clerk sitting behind the desk waved his hand impatiently, "Next one! Get out of the way."
"Hey, okay." Yang Qun grabbed the thing in his hand and hurriedly took a few steps away.
Seeing that the clerk was already checking the next person, Yang Qun licked his lips and walked in that direction with some uncertainty.
The team on this side moved much faster than that on the other side, and soon it was Yang Qun's turn.
The clerks here are a little younger and less impatient.
However, Yang Qun didn't pay too much attention to it. In his mind, the three elders were already aloof.
No one would be offended by a disrespectful attitude, at least for these civilians.
With a flattering smile on his face, Yang Qun handed over the talisman letter with both hands.
The clerk took it and glanced at it quickly. He only saw the mention of Taofang's work experience on the paper handed over by Marquis Cai, and then he glanced at Yang Qun.
"Potter?"
"It doesn't matter." Yang Qun waved his hands repeatedly. He was just doing some odd jobs in the pottery workshop and had not learned the craft from a master.
The clerk didn't care about his many thoughts and directly filled out something on the form that represented his identity, and then pulled out a small wooden sign under the table.
"Mud tiles, potters live in area B." The clerk said as he handed the wooden sign, talisman and form back to Yang Qun.
"You will be accommodated in Room 26. Remember to keep the room number plate and hand it back when you leave Luronce. Do you understand?"
"Next!"
Although the clerk asked if he understood, he directly called the next one without waiting for Yang Qun to respond.
Even though the job manual issued to them allows them to have a more polite attitude, it is still difficult for these clerks to have a good attitude when facing these wooden-like people every day.
If I were not worried about being discovered by pickets and having my salary deducted, my attitude would probably be even worse.
Yang Qun walked to the side with three things in confusion. He pulled the bag on his shoulder. It contained a set of clothes, two pieces of wheat cakes that he couldn't bear to eat at the bottom of the box, and a water bag made of bamboo tubes.
Although he was provoked by the residents there and regretted coming this way afterwards, he was not a complete fool.
He thought that if Lulongsai's recruitment of workers to manage food, drink and sleep was a scam, he would find an opportunity to escape and walk back to Lulong County with these two wheat cakes and a bottle of water.
At this time, he was standing beside the tall city wall in a daze, watching the carriages and horses coming in and out of the special passage next to it.
"The new recruiters are here."
The sudden sound from far away made Yang Qun feel happy, and he hurriedly followed the sound.
Then I saw a dark-skinned middle-aged man wearing a short shirt, holding a cylindrical object to his mouth, shouting loudly from a high place.
"The room number in Area A is this way."
"The room number in Area B is over here."
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Yang Qun hurriedly followed his instructions and walked to the crowd in Area B.
He was surrounded by people who looked as confused as Yang Qun.
Yang Qun shamelessly asked the people around him in a low voice. Five or six of them had all worked in pottery or tile workshops.
Since everyone was the same, everyone quickly started chattering.
"Quiet!" But not long after, a sturdy old man came and looked at them with a critical look on his face.
"Follow me all. I will take you to your residence." The old man clasped his hands behind his back and walked in one direction.
Along the way, the old man warned: "From now on, you will be members of the Lulongsai bricklayer team."
"If you work here in Luronce for a day, just listen to my arrangements for the day, and I will assign work to you."
"The work fee is calculated based on the construction square footage."
"Lu Longsai will receive three meals a day in the cafeteria on time. If you miss the time, no one will care about you."
"After having breakfast every night, I will teach you the masonry construction process and safe operations."
"Listen carefully and study carefully."
"If you learn well and pass the technical assessment, your salary will be increased accordingly."
Having said this, the old man stopped for a moment, turned around and sneered: "If you can't learn well, just take extra classes and practice more."
