Although the Ministry of Works has no real power, it has a lot of hard work to do. It is especially busy after the disaster.
After all, Chu Wensheng was the left minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs. There was a disaster in Weijiang, so he naturally had to discuss with other ministers how to calm the people.
The so-called peace of the people means to resettle the victims after the disaster.
The Ministry of Etiquette is responsible for spiritual comfort, and the Ministry of Work is responsible for material security. The former is useless, while the latter is laborious.
Beijing and Weijiang are thousands of miles apart. According to the news from Beijing today, disasters have been going on in Weijiang for less than half a month.
I was summoned by Chu Wensheng in the middle of the night. It seems that the palace asked officials from various ministries to leave overnight to go to Weijiang to deal with the aftermath.
Chu Qing and the housekeeper had a general understanding of the situation in the Ministry of Works.
The housekeeper's surname is Bao, and his real name is Bao Guisheng. He is in his forties this year. He has a broad heart and a fat body. He smiles all day long and is very kind. He looks like a lucky baby.
Back then, Guanjia Bao went to Beijing to take the exams. After repeatedly failing in the exams, he became an unemployed vagrant in Beijing, earning a living by writing family letters for the people.
After Chu Wensheng returned to Beijing and took up the post of minister, he thought that there was no one in his family who could speak well, so he asked Fu San to go to the street to pick up a scholar at will. Then Fu San took five guards to Bei City.
Seeing that Bao Guisheng grew up and was easy to bully, and was still wearing a scholar's robe, he spent 500 yuan and six big mouths to "invite" the bruised and swollen Bao Guisheng back to his hometown.
Bao Guisheng is also a man who is happy and understanding of his fate. He takes care of things as they come. He has been working there for seven or eight years and he is already considered a true member of the Chu family.
Chu Qing and Guan Jia Bao were sitting in the garden, with two stacks of pickles and a pot of wine. Fu San was dozing next to them.
"I guess I'm going to Weijiang to settle the people. Don't be in a hurry, young master. It happens frequently. You can come back as early as the end of summer or as late as early autumn."
After drinking the wine, Guo Guanjia said cheerfully: "After the master came back today, he told me that as long as you are safe and sound, everyone in the Chu family, including the master, will have to work harder, and it will be nothing.
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Chu Qing toasted the housekeeper Bao: "Yes, I forgot to mention this. Yesterday, Mr. Wei Changfeng, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, did not give me a confirmation. Today he came to see me. Dad's official position has been saved. He said it himself.
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"Are you serious?" Housekeeper Bao was immediately excited, his eyes burning: "Don't try to deceive me. In the past, you always used me to relieve my boredom."
"You can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, really."
Fu San echoed from the side: "Today, the right minister of the household department invited the young master to have a drink. The young master is like a fish in water in the household department. How can he talk nonsense."
"Hey, it's a good thing, a good thing." Housekeeper Bao said with a look of joy on his face: "The eldest young master is a man with a lucky star, a good thing, a good thing from heaven."
"By the way, Uncle Bao is in charge of all the money at home, right?"
Housekeeper Bao was stunned when he heard this, and then his eyes turned red.
"Young Master, you usually call me Laogou, but today...how come you call me uncle?"
Chu Qing's face was full of embarrassment. The "self" in the past was indeed not a toy. Everyone in the Chu family treated him as a relative. Although he had never bullied the servants and housekeepers, he did not show much respect.
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"Uncle Bao, you are an old man in the house now. It is appropriate to call you uncle. I was not sensible before, so don't take it to heart."
Butler Bao waved his hands repeatedly: "How dare you, no matter how dare you, I can do whatever you want."
Looking at Chu Qing, who straightened his back and sat there, and no longer looked like he was sitting upright like before, Housekeeper Bao stroked his beard and said with a smile: "That lightning strike a few days ago was very good. After that,
Young Master, you seem to have changed into a different person, looking like a dragon or a phoenix."
Chu Qing was speechless. No wonder he always called the other person Laogou. It was not unreasonable. His emotional intelligence was really not good.
"Let's get down to business, Uncle Bao is in charge of all the money in the house."
"That's true." Housekeeper Bao smiled slightly, with a look of pride on his face: "Since I entered the mansion, I have been responsible for all the expenses in the mansion, and I have great trust in me. Naturally, I am responsible for all the money in the mansion.
It’s on.”
"How much money do we have in our house?"
"No money."
Chu Qing stared at Butler Bao blankly: "No money?"
"Yes, I wonder if Master should use it at the beginning of the month or in the middle of the month?"
"At the beginning of the month."
Housekeeper Bao shook his head: "I don't have any money at the beginning of the month."
"Where's the middle of the month?"
"There is no money in the middle of the month."
Chu Qing was finally convinced.
If you don't have money, why should you care about the money in the house or the air?
Butler Bao glanced at Chu Qing: "Why does the young master need money, and why should it be used at the beginning or middle of the month, but not at the end of the month?"
"Will you have money at the end of the month?"
"nor."
Chu Qing almost wanted to curse: "Then why are you asking about the end of the month?"
"I'm just curious."
After all, Chu Qing was too lazy to say anything.
What kind of bicycle do you want? Five hundred coins and six smart-mouthed housekeepers are "recruited". They don't pay wages on weekdays. They just take care of food, food and housing. Let's make do with it.
Chu Qing wanted money mainly because he wanted to give gifts.
Not to mention the daily human relations in the household department, Wei Changfeng has to hold on tightly. Just relying on his "talent and learning" is not enough. He also has to let the boss know that he is a flatterer, or else he is arrogant about his talent.
Yes, no one wants to see you.
Those officials who say they don't want it are definitely honest. It's not that they don't accept gifts, but they don't give the right thing.
Chu Qing was very familiar with giving gifts.
But if you want to give gifts, you need money. If you don't have money, let alone giving gifts, you can't give them warmth.
After a second thought, Chu Qing realized something was wrong.
In the past, I always went to Bei City to play games and spent money lavishly. My father was an ATM machine that walked upright. Why did I suddenly run out of money?
"We have more than ten people in our house, and I always go out to hang out on weekdays. I didn't think our house was so poor that we didn't have any money."
"Of course I had some surplus money in the past, but a few days ago I knew that my official position was hard to secure, so I transferred some of the shops in my family. In addition to giving my servants an extra season's wages, the rest of the money was used to buy properties.
Master, please buy some land."
Chu Qing let out a slight oh, feeling complicated.
It turns out that my father knew that the Chu family was going to end, so he settled the family property in advance and put it all in his own name, thus creating a way out for himself.
But who would have imagined, there is a bright future in the village, the official position is saved, but the government has no money at all.
The wages of the servants are quite good, and they were paid three months in advance. But the problem is that they also need money for daily expenses. Not only for their own use, but for the nearly 20 people in the house, they need money for food and drink.
money.
"Forget it, I'll find Qiu Wanshan to blackmail me tomorrow."
Chu Qing did a rough calculation. If poems, lyrics, and pairs could all be listed, the red gift would be thirty guan. Before taking the stage, he and Qiu Wanshan said it was 50-50. This means that he could get 15 guan.
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For a moment, Chu Qing felt a little worried.
Fifteen guan is not a small amount of money for ordinary people, but for you, it is a drop in the bucket.
"Oh, I have to find a way to make some money."
Standing up, Chu Qing stretched and began to think wildly.