Yu Chang's words really woke up the dreamer.

Speaking of which, the life circle of tannins actually belongs to the middle and upper classes of society, even to the fringes of the elite. Yu Chang has been working in the middle and lower classes in Beijing, and he has heard more about this kind of gangster.

Legend has it that these green hands, which specialize in collecting money from people to ward off disasters, are also ancestral crafts, which can not only instantly beat people to pieces, but can even inflict dark wounds, so that people will die for days afterwards.

Tannin doesn't need such a difficult delayed death, but even the means of making people die on the spot are not so easy to learn. Even if those people at the bottom of the society are not well fed and clothed, they still fantasize about having a son and a half daughter, passing on their craft, so that they can make a living.

And the bigger trenches still lie in front of the tannins, because the rules of the game: do not take the work of the official.

Tannins can't even find a way to go!

Just because the tannins can't be found doesn't mean the prince can't find them. He returned to the office and wrote the opening book of "Recruiting Green Hands as Trainers" overnight, and asked the scribe of the training department to copy it and send it to His Royal Highness the Prince.

Zhu Cihong had already specified the format, content, and terminology of the book, and read the book of tannins in ten lines at a glance, so that Liu Ruoyu immediately summoned the tannins to see him.

Tanning didn't expect that just one day, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was going to summon him, and as soon as he came down from the training ground, he rushed to the prince's study without bothering about cleaning.

"Your way of thinking is haode," Zhu Cihong said encouragingly, "but it's too narrow." ”

The tannins were apprehensive.

"Since the Qingshou has this kind of ability, as long as they can teach their skills, and they don't dye the ruffians in the market, they can naturally be accepted in." Zhu Cihong first qualitated Qiben, and said: "It's not just a green hand. All walks of life have their own doorways, and the so-called champions are nothing more than people who have mastered the doorway. ”

In order to enrich the Qingyi doctors, Zhu Cihong did not talk about the work in the yamen, and even the butchers on the market recruited people, as long as they could help the surgical jishu, they were all talents. Some of these people embarked on the profession of military doctors, and some took the money to go back to live their own lives, in short, they took what they needed and made full use of social resources.

"In my opinion, those who have broken big stones on their chests and broken bricks and trees on their heads, you can also find a few to try." Zhu Cihong said: "As long as the goods are genuine, if you want money, you will give money, and if you want to be born, you will be born!" ”

Among these people who run away from performing arts, there are many fugitives and lowly people. Sometimes a clean birth is more attractive to them than silver. As long as they have a background, they can live a stable life again. This is undoubtedly a very attractive thing for the descendants of the agrarian civilization.

"Humble duty understands!" Tannin bulges in the chest.

"Make a budget, get the money first, and then go to work." Zhu Cihong just started to implement the budget system, which can be regarded as a precautionary measure, so as not to make a mess of accounts by the people below who do things by themselves.

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Tannin replied loudly, thumping his chest in salute, making a thud on his leather armor and withdrew.

Now what Zhu Cihong has in his hands is silver, and what he lacks is talent. Although he had already collected orphans from the refugee camps and set up a school in the former Chengguo Mansion to educate these children with instructors, the harvest period of talents was often as long as ten or twenty years, and there was no way to alleviate the hunger and thirst of the present.

However, fortunately, the Zhu family has enjoyed the country for more than 250 years, during which there have been absurd emperors, but there have been no cruel tyrants in the true sense. At this time, there are signs of exhaustion everywhere, but it is not to the extent that the betrayal of relatives is spurned. As long as the salary is in line with the market price, there are still a large number of people who are willing to contribute to the East Palace.

Just like the few old account offices in the financial department recently, they are all masters who have worked for the owner all their lives. Originally, they couldn't bear to say goodbye to the owner, and the owner refused to let go. Zhu Cihong sent Wu Weiye, who knew it with reason and moved with affection, so that this leader could say all the good things, and people were willing to come over to help.

And it is indeed immediate, these old bookkeepers who have been working all their lives are very quick to get started with the new bookkeeping method, and they can understand the deep meaning at a glance. For the old-fashioned running account, he is much more familiar with it than the female officials in the palace. With these treasures in charge, Zhu Cihong was finally able to implement the accounting and cashier separation system, and also had basic human resources to cultivate the echelon below.

The East Palace Outer Mansion looks like everything is in order and the efficiency is flying, but who can understand how many management ideas are contained in it!

……

Song Hongye sat in the office room, carefully sealed an envelope, and sealed it with wax.

This envelope contains the well-known young hands of the prefectures and counties near Jingshi, most of them are statements, and some even carry several lives. According to the requirements of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, only those who find these people can be regarded as errands. But these people are so jealous of the government that it is impossible to show their heads easily.

The small envelope was quickly delivered to Zhu Cihong, transcribed and transferred to Tannin.

Tannin ran away with people, and he didn't even see a shadow, so he couldn't help but be annoyed. His useless work naturally fell in Song Hongye's eyes, except for laughing "of course", Song Hongye had no other way.

How can there be a mouse that does not run away when it sees a cat?

In order to help a person who has no relationship with him and expose himself, Song Hongye will definitely not do it.

Song Hongye sat on the official hat chair, and the sunlight shining in from the window fell on the bookcase, bringing a warm smell. It's getting colder and colder these years, and there are fewer and fewer days in August when it's so warm.

Yes, it's August, and it's about to be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Song Hongye sighed in his heart, and was thinking about buying some thrift for his family, when he suddenly thought of something that was not auspicious.

Autumn duel.

If other rats can run, one rat in a cage can't run if they want to.

Song Hongye thought of the "mouse", and there was still a chill on his body. He dipped his pen in inkstone, wiped it on the paper, and wrote down a person's name.

Min Zhanlian.

After writing this name, Song Hongye suddenly felt a little ridiculous. This man was very famous ten years ago, and he was locked up in a dungeon for ten years, so I'm afraid he would have become a waste long ago. He threw the rice paper into a ball and threw it into the paper basket, leaning heavily on the back of his chair, his mind blank.

The name Min Zhanlian was placed ten years ago, and it was definitely a well-known one in the Jingshi realm. Many ordinary people living in the slums may not know the tuba of the current Shuntianfu Yin, but they will definitely not have heard of Min Zhanlian and his Mianquan Kung Fu.

Song Hongye, as the head snake of the Terracotta Division, of course, has not heard of this name. The name is often associated with a headless murder, either with crushed internal organs or broken bones. It wasn't until a young man turned against the water and confessed that those murders were all committed by Min Zhanlian, and cooperated with the government to lure Min Zhanlian into a trap that he was arrested.

Min Zhanlian did not resist the officers and soldiers at that time, but he was just captured, but it was not easy to cure his crimes. Although he was sentenced to behead the marquis, his name was never seen every autumn, and he only became a permanent resident in the Shuntianfu prison.

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