I couldn't imagine it, I didn't dare to think about it, until one day, I was in it without knowing it. Looking back, I realized that I had walked on a road that I didn't dare to embark on.
The son of the "lost" left minister of the Ministry of Industry, the living beast in the capital, the person hated by everyone in the northern city, the person who wanted to run around the palace whenever he saw it, now he can calmly say "engage the Ministry of Etiquette"
The words "make a minister".
With wooden chopsticks in front of them, the beauties sat opposite each other, tore open a piece of chicken skin, and then handed the chicken butt to their nurse. While chatting and laughing, they talked about world affairs and court affairs, things that they never dared to think about half a year ago.
Chu Qing is lucky, extremely lucky.
Thousands of miles away, mountains and rivers have never been accommodating to me, and I feel endless helplessness and sadness.
Looking at this moment again, after breaking out of a road, the scenery is colorful.
Originally, Chu Qing thought that he was sad and painful.
Because everyone in the world is drunk and cannot see the hardship and helplessness of this world.
The chaotic motivation made him try to change the world. Fortunately, he was not alone. There were Tao Ruolin, Chen Yan, Wei Changfeng, Qiu Wanshan, Ma Ruichangxian, walking side by side, and even the emperor sitting in the clouds.
, is also emitting bright or dark light to illuminate the road ahead, making him no longer walk alone. No, from beginning to end, he is not alone. Many people just stop on the road, tired and bruised.
, unable to get up, Chu Qing caught up with them, everyone smiled at each other and continued moving forward.
"Now that winter is about to begin, there will definitely be a large number of people affected by the disaster. The Ministry of Rites is responsible for providing peace of mind to the people. It will provide peace of mind to the people every year, but it will not do so well every year."
Chu Qing looked at the long mahogany chopsticks in front of him with calm eyes.
"The Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Rites." Chu Qing read it three times, and an unspeakable fire burst out from his calm eyes.
I gave you a chance, but you failed, then don’t blame me for making you lose face!
Tao Ruolin stared at Chu Qing and smiled.
She knew that Chu Qing was going to cause trouble with the Ministry of Etiquette.
It's not because of what she said about "establishing prestige" for Qianqiying, but because of other things, things that some aristocratic families and courtiers hate the most, things that big shots don't want to touch.
Bihua came back, pouting her big lips.
"Miss." Bihua felt aggrieved, her eyes were red with grievance, and she pointed at the leftover food on the table: "You came back secretly to eat something good, and you didn't even call me."
Chu Qing: "..."
Fu San had a look of hesitation on his face. After thinking about it, he gave Bi Hua the chicken butt he had taken a bite of.
Bihua's face was filled with happiness: "Third brother is so kind."
Fu San picked his teeth and burped.
The third brother has been eating too much chicken butts recently, and the third brother is a little bored. His face shows the kind of boredom after all the desires in the world have been satisfied, like a nobleman.
Chu Qing and Tao Ruolin looked at each other and smiled.
Fu San is always neither big nor small, Chu Qing will not care, and Tao Ruolin will not care.
Chu Qing doesn't care because in this world, Fu San will always stand behind him, even if the sky falls and the earth collapses, landslides and tsunamis occur.
Tao Ruolin didn't care because she knew that Fu San was really good. He was different from Chu Qing, but he was a different kind of good. He was kind to the weak, but very clumsy, just like those girls in brothels.
Bihua came back, Tao Ruolin yawned and looked at Chu Qing, her eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.
"Go back, I know how much money you are thinking of cheating."
Tao Ruolin stood up, stood on tiptoes and pecked Chu Qing's forehead gently.
Chu Qing laughed and walked away very casually.
This is a tacit understanding, and there is no need to be hypocritical. Chu Qing knows that Tao Ruolin is sleepy, and Tao Ruolin also knows that Chu Qing is worried about the money from the auction house.
Bihua was not very free and easy. She looked at Fusan with a look as if she was telling him that there was an orange cat that could do backflips in her bedroom, and she wanted Fusan to follow her to see it all night.
After leaving the hospital, I got on the carriage, left Zhuangzi in the southern suburbs, returned to the center of the capital and went straight to the Qianqiying Yamen Office.
Sitting alone in the carriage, Chu Qing felt hot in his heart. He had only felt this way twice in two lifetimes.
The last time, when I won the second prize, it didn't end well and I was struck by lightning.
Thinking of this, Chu Qing was a little worried.
Even if you can be struck by lightning even if you buy lottery tickets with your own efforts, then it’s like cheating so many people’s money, isn’t it like going through a tribulation?
But after thinking about it, Chu Qing felt relieved.
In order to overcome the catastrophe, the noble families and court officials must first overcome it, so that they can get there first.
The carriage stopped and outside the government office, Chu Qing opened the door and walked out.
It was past midnight, at two o'clock in the morning, but the government office was brightly lit.
When Chu Qing and Fu San walked in, the busy scouts quickly stopped and bowed in a very respectful manner.
Chu Qing had also experienced this kind of respect.
When she started working for the first time, her boss gave all employees an extra month's bonus to celebrate her father-in-law's diagnosis of Alzheimer's disease. When Chu Qing saw her boss, she was more respectful than these group of explorers.
Chu Qing rolled his eyes fiercely. He didn't mention giving bonuses. He just wanted to get the money to ensure that these detectives would have their salaries.
This is how the ancients would be grateful when they get what they deserve.
But most of the time, what is deserved, in the eyes of some people, is charity.
As soon as he pushed open the waiting room, Chu Qing was stunned.
Inside the class room, there were all banknotes, as big as a mountain of banknotes.
Under the table, next to the stools, there were banknotes all over the floor, as well as in the corners, which were as tall as half a person.
"Master." Fu San's face lit up with excitement: "Tell me, if I burn these banknotes to my father during the Qingming Festival, can he buy a hell king down there?"
Chu Qing was furious: "If you dare to burn it, I will fight with you."
Fu San rubbed his hands: "Listen to what I have to say, my father has become the King of Hell and will give the young master and me an extra ten thousand years of life."
"It makes so much sense!"
Just when Chu Qing was about to admire Fu San's brain circuit, the bank note in the corner suddenly shook.
Fu San's expression changed drastically. He reached for the short knife behind his waist and pulled it behind Chu Qing.
"Master, be careful, the bank note has turned into spirit!"
Chu Qing: "..."
A head emerged from the pile of banknotes, it was the sleepy-eyed Jiang Yuesheng.
Chu Qing yelled: "You are sick, so you sleep under the banknotes."
Jiang Yuesheng stood up, shook the banknotes on his body, and showed a crazy smile: "Sir, try it too, sleep among four million banknotes, and have sweet dreams."
"Four million strings?!" Chu Qing took a breath and almost jumped up in excitement: "So many?"
Jiang Yuesheng walked over, and Chu Qing shouted: "Be careful, don't step on my banknote."
"My lord, it was originally less than four million guan, but the general and his brothers filled in a lot, and now it's all 4 million guan." Jiang Yuesheng said sillyly: "Four million guan, it sounds nice to say it.
"
"How much money did you raise?"
"Three hundred and seventeen articles."
Chu Qing didn't even bother to scold.
If he had donated more than 80 yuan to Musk in his previous life, he would have helped Musk become the richest man in the world.
Fu San started to take off his shoes, and his mouth was almost drooling.
"Master, I also want to take a nap."
Jiang Yuesheng nodded repeatedly: "You and I will sleep together."
"Stop making trouble." Chu Qing rolled his eyes fiercely: "Let Ma Ang from the Ministry of Revenue come over tomorrow to calculate the profits, and then calculate how much profit Qiu Wanshan and the others can get from the money they invested, and send the profits to their house, leaving
The expenses and food and salary of our Qianqi camp for half a year are kept in our government office, and the rest is deposited in the bank of the household department..."
At this point, Chu Qing cursed: "Take out another 100,000 yuan, send it to Zhaoyang Palace, and tell the Supreme Emperor that he is too lazy to calculate. If there is too much, I will honor him. If there is too little, I will treat him to a drink in a few days."
You should apologize."
Jiang Yuesheng's face was full of admiration.
There are some who dare to talk to the Supreme Emperor like this, but now the graves are planted with wheat.