There were two old foxes, one big and one small, one laughing louder than the other.
Laughter brings each other closer, laughter brings the distance between hearts closer, and laughter also allows two people to greet each other and their families in their hearts.
In the middle of the night, when the conspiracy was underway, with a sense of ritual, Chu Qing brought Zhang Songling into the squad room.
No one is a fool, not even Zhang Songling.
After both parties sat down, Zhang Songling still tried to identify whether Chu Qing was telling the truth.
He believes that people have greed, and everyone has it, just like himself. The higher the position, the greater the greed.
But Chu Qing was also the emperor's own soldier and the deputy commander of the Thousand Cavalry Battalion.
Zhang Songling was very conflicted. This kind of conflict made him have to test Chu Qing and constantly confirm it.
"Master Chu, you just said that the refugees from Zhuangzi in the southern suburbs will go to Xiao County to dig mountains and quarry rocks?"
Chu Qing nodded: "Not bad."
"When to go?"
"Within five days."
"how many people?"
"Two thousand people."
"How long will it take?"
"Collect until you die."
"Can I be paid?"
"Give!"
Zhang Songling's smile faltered: "Is there any wages left?"
"Give, give more."
Zhang Songling looked suspicious.
Chu Qing slowly made a cup of tea for Zhang Songling and said slowly: "The materials, stones, and wood in Beijing are all from Xiao County, but after Li Mu committed suicide, Master Zhang had a broken leg.
Without the magistrate of Xiao County and Li Mu, will the people still go quarrying? No, no."
Zhang Songling took a sip of tea and waited for the next words.
"Master Zhang, if you want to take this leg, Tao Weiran, who is about to take office due to the Minister of Etiquette, is your leg." Chu Qing changed the topic: "But Master Zhang, you probably don't know that this leg of yours,
Originally, it was my Chu Qing’s leg.”
Zhang Songling's expression changed slightly: "Is Tao Weiran yours?"
"That's right, Tao Weiran, it's someone Chu's leg."
"No wonder." Zhang Songling looked confused: "No wonder Tao Weiran took the initiative to find connections and went to work in Xiao County."
"That's right, Mr. Zhang, if you want to have a leg, that's fine, but this leg belongs to me, Mr. Chu, so it doesn't make sense for you to have a leg with Tao Weiran."
"What do you mean, Mr. Chu?"
"I can lend you my leg and attach it to you, but this leg cannot be attached for free!"
Feeling the silk and knowing its color, Zhang Songling frowned: "Master Chu, do you want benefits?"
"No, surprise."
"surprise."
"Yes, surprise."
Zhang Songling didn't understand what he meant: "What is a surprise?"
Chu Qing looked at Fu San: "Come, let's translate for Mr. Zhang, what is a surprise?"
Fu San was also confused: "Does this still require a translator?"
"I asked you to translate for Mr. Zhang. What is a surprise?"
"I don't know, Master, you..."
Chu Qing grabbed the badge in his hand and slapped it on the desk: "I just want you to translate for Mr. Zhang, what is a surprise, what is a tmd surprise, and what tmd is a tmd surprise!"
Fu San's forehead was sweating, and he looked at Zhang Songling as if asking for help: "What the hell do you call a surprise?"
Zhang Songling slapped the table: "The surprise is that from now on, Master Chu will have the final say in dental clinics in the capital!"
Fu San suddenly realized: "This is called a surprise."
"No." Chu Qing squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Songling: "This is not a surprise."
Zhang Songling swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "What does the surprise mean?"
"Surprise, it's called Xiao County. There are thieves and chaos. The Ministry of Rites cannot calm the people, so we have to rely on my Qianqi Battalion to suppress the bandits. The Ministry of Rites requires the court to allocate money and food to calm the people and suppress the banditry."
"But haven't all those thieves been put to death?"
"No, the bandits have not been executed, because I am still sitting here." Chu Qing sipped his tea and said quietly: "Let the Ministry of Household Affairs allocate money and food to the Qianqi Camp. I will suppress the bandits and calm the people.
After that, I will be six and you will be four."
Zhang Songling took a breath of cold air, with a look of shock on his face: "Qianqiying is a bandit?!"
"No, there are no bandits in Xiao County. When the Qianqi Camp went away, there were bandits. When the Qianqi Camp suppressed them, there were no more bandits."
Zhang Songling's dying heart was pounding: "This is a serious crime of decapitation!"
"Forcing people to dig mountains and quarry rocks, bullying and harming people, this is also a serious crime of beheading."
"Can…"
Chu Qing leaned forward fiercely: "Qianqiying said that he did not bully and harm the people, and the right minister of the Ministry of Rites also said that he did not bully and harm the people. So naturally, there is no bullying and harm to the people in Xiao County."
"But paper can't contain the fire. If so..."
Chu Qing interrupted Zhang Songling for the second time: "So, you have to pay first, and everyone has to pay. You pay 20,000 yuan, those merchants pay 100,000 yuan, and I pay 30,000 yuan, a total of fifteen
Wan Guan, these 150,000 Guan are the wages of the people of Xiao County, the wages of mining and quarrying."
Zhang Songling's head couldn't keep up: "Are you really going to get paid?"
"Really give, give a lot, the more you give, the more people will go, the more people will go, the more stones will be, the more trees will be cut down, and the more wood will be used for work.
In the past few months, the more people there were, the less money was given. During this period, the Ministry of Rites wrote a letter saying that the refugees in Xiao County are suffering, and they are also suffering from wages. You contact the merchants in the name of the Ministry of Rites and donate money and food. After the matter is completed, the merchants finally
The hundred thousand gu given to me will be returned in full, and the food and grain donated by other merchants in the capital will be divided 50-50 between you and me."
"But those refugees in Xiao County..."
"When there are more people, manpower becomes worthless, and wages become less and less. The refugees will not hate the government, but will hate other refugees and hate other refugees for taking away their jobs. At that time, I will say something
, Refugees who cannot earn wages will enter the city again, go my way, sell themselves as slaves, and enter various governments. There are two of you, three of you, and seven of me. There are natural and man-made disasters every year, all year round, and refugees are homeless month after month.
Come, when you come, go to Zhuangzi in the southern suburbs. There are many refugees and Zhuangzi is small. What should you do? The right minister of the Ministry of Rites once again calms the people and calls on merchants in the capital to donate materials to expand Zhuangzi in the southern suburbs. The wood and stone are all ours. Manpower does not need to be spent.
Of the money and donated materials, less than 20% will be used, and the remaining 80% will be split in half between you and me. We will earn money from refugees, money from bandits, money from merchants, and then we will earn money from slaves!"
Zhang Songling took a deep breath and slapped the table: "High!"
Chu Qing seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "How are you doing with my legs, Mr. Zhang?"
"Okay, good job. The person you picked up is...covered with legs!"
Zhang Songling picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp: "Gao, Master Chu, you are really Gao."
"But before joining the leg, there is a roadblock."
Zhang Songling's eyes turned red: "Who is the name of this roadblock? Master Chu's words."
"Jin Yuanzhi."
Zhang Songling was about to open his mouth when suddenly a strange look flashed in his eyes: "Master Chu, do you dare to let this Jin Yuanzhi disappear?"
"What do you mean, Master Zhang?"
"It's not that I don't believe Mr. Chu, but it's such a big matter. Mr. Chu, how about you submit a petition?"
"Okay, I will submit a petition to make Jin Yuanzhi disappear. Mr. Zhang needs to do the same. I let him disappear, but Mr. Zhang also needs to shut up Jin Yuanzhi's relatives."
"Good!" Zhang Songling's heart had already fallen, but the last trace of reason, or instinct, made him speak again.
"But Mr. Chu, this matter of contacting merchants to donate money and food is all handled by me. It only accounts for 40% of the remaining 80%. You and I are evenly divided, right..."
"Hey, Mr. Zhang, don't forget. If you contact merchants and donate money and food, you will not only achieve meritorious service, but also gain fame. This is something that is hard to buy, and you will gain both fame and fortune."
