The county magistrate had to revise the county chronicles, and each village recruited two literate people to proofread the genealogy.

Mu Yunyun's eldest uncle, Mu Sheng, worked as a secretary for the county magistrate in the county government, and knew that Mu Yunyun and Mu Ziyue were literate, so he left the quota in Mujia Village to the two of them, after all, the salary was also a lot.

After hearing the news, the village chief also wanted to leave the quota for his two children. Later, after negotiation, each of the two families had one place.

Mu Jing considered that his son wanted to study, so he waved his hand and let the eleven-year-old girl Mu Yunyun go.

The place of work is concentrated in the county office, and in Mu Yunyun's understanding, it is 9 to 5, with three days off and one day off, which is indeed a job that is too good for women in this era.

But for her, it's definitely not!!

With a salary of 20 copper plates a day, she can't save half of the bank card deposit after ten years of work. I want to cry.

Mu Ziyue led her to walk the main road and the small road, and then the big road after walking the small road, and when she walked to the county office, Mu Yunyun conservatively estimated that it would take at least an hour to walk from the village to the county to work.

Let her cry for a while.

The errand of proofreading was carried out before Mu Yunyun crossed over.

Mu Ze, the son of the village chief, proofread the same genealogy with her, and then compared the accounts obtained from the latest inspection of the household register, marked the similarities and differences, and handed in a round of tasks every three days, which was reviewed by the county's master group.

In a small room, there are three large tables side by side, with the words Mujia Village, Zhangjia Village and Qiaozhai Village pasted in black and white respectively, and there are two wooden chairs with names on each side of the table.

Mu Yunyun came early, and the others hadn't arrived yet. Looking at the completely unfamiliar working environment, she finally collected her emotions and thought about how to not help her.

First, sit down calmly and look at the "files" on your desktop. Fortunately, the text in this world has been quite italicized, and Mu Yunyun feels that he can write.

Oh, who hasn't learned a few brush words, but I didn't expect to use it.

Not long after, two old grandfathers came together in Qiaozhai Village.

"Yun girl, I'm here so early today." One of the grandfathers greeted her with a smile.

Another grandfather gave her a thumbs up: "The afterlife is terrifying." ”

Mu Yunyun raised a smile in his heart: "Morning! ”

She found some discarded paper balls in her place and was practicing the words on them. It's not that her calligraphy level is not enough, it's that the words on the paper ball are ugly and have an attitude.

After a while, people from Zhangjia Village also came, one was a poor Xiucai with an arrogant face, and the other was also a girl, tall and thin, quietly following Xiucai, looking at the father and daughter.

After shouting, there was no communication in the small room, and everyone was doing their own thing.

After Mu Yunyun observed for a while, he finally began to get started.

By the time she had almost gotten used to it and began to speed up with her crooked handwriting, the village chief's son was finally late.

The visitor sat down with a big grin, stretched his waist, and then began to pick up the pen.

Mu Yunyun noticed that this guy looked up at himself when he wrote two words, and until noon, he marked three pages of the family tree, and he still stayed on the beginning page.

After several people next door got up and left, Mu Ze stood up and skillfully pushed his annotation page to Mu Yunyun, "I'll leave it to you!" ”

Then he left with him.

Mu Yunyun was speechless, the original owner was very familiar with this frivolous footsteps, and he didn't look like an honest man's son of the village chief?

Speechless to speechless, anyway, she was afraid that she would not be able to find a canteen to eat at noon, so she had asked her cheap mother to make a bento and bring it, and she would rush to work after eating.

In the afternoon, Mu Yunyun tried to communicate with Mu Ze, but the young man who was not in the state drew a turtle on the paper, and glared at her impatiently: "It's time to do things, don't bother me!" ”

OK, the communication failed.

She also wanted to remind her that if she handed in the annotation pages with one person's handwriting, the master group would suspect that he was lazy.

In this way, Mu Yunyun honestly worked as a migrant worker in the county government for three days without emotion and working overtime.

After she completed her task that day, Mu Ze, who was sitting opposite her, finally behaved differently and took the annotation page in her hand.

"I'll hand it over to the master's group, you can go home early."

And when he had said that, the man went out.

Mu Yunyun raised his eyebrows, after three days of observation, this lazy young man didn't look like he would be proactive.

But she didn't know where the master group was, and he just needed to help.

Tidy up your desktop again, and wait until you take a day off to come back so that you won't be affected by the mess.

After a while, before Mu Yunyun could leave, a middle-aged man with a serious expression came over, "Yunyun, you come to the lobby." ”

The small room is on the west side of the lobby, and the master group is on the east side of the lobby. After coming out of the lobby, the middle-aged man took her to meet the master group again.

Kisawa was standing with his head drooping to the side, looking like something was wrong.

Mu Yunyun knew that one of the three people in the master's group was her own uncle, but she hadn't seen which one it was, so she kept silent for the time being, so as not to make too many mistakes.

The man she brought handed her a page, "Mu Ze said that he completed these tasks alone, you say yes or no, and the uncle will make the decision for you." ”

Oh, so this is Uncle. Fortunately, I didn't open my mouth just now, so I quickly recognized my face.

Before she could speak, Mu Ze hurriedly said, "Master Mu, this handwriting is obviously mine, and I also wrote it to you just now, you can't help Mu Yunyun just because she is your niece!" ”

Mu Sheng sneered: "So, you admit that the handwriting this time is yours, and you lied the first few times you came to hand in the task?"

Another piece of paper flew to the ground, Mu Yunyun picked it up and took a look, the handwriting was neat and clear, it was the unique elegance of the girl's family, and the annotator on it was Mu Ze.

Dude, they are all workers, do we dare to cheat a little higher-end?

It turned out that she copied this guy's words in the morning, and she was quite crooked, shaking out the traces of his previous crimes.

"I, I'm not lying, I can't do both?"

This is a clumsy reason.

Mu Yunyun still didn't speak. Well, victims don't need to speak.

Uncle Mu Sheng was very powerful and gave a tough command, "You can write another handwriting to me on the spot." ”

"Ah Sheng, what's wrong? I happened to come to the county office to do something, what happened to Aze? ”

A figure strode over, and Mu Ze happily called Daddy.

Facing the village chief, Mu Sheng had to be more scruples, so he told the truth of the matter with a straight face.

After the village chief listened quietly, a hearty smile appeared on his resolute and righteous face: "This is the case, Aze mentioned it to me when he went home, and he is indeed wrong." The boy and the cloud girl have been close during this time, you learn from me when you write, I learn from you, and indeed both of them can write both kinds of handwriting.

According to the handwriting, I can't tell why, in my opinion, it's better to reveal this matter, if Aze takes more Yun Yatou's salary, the dowry gift from my family will definitely be returned ten times the other day. ”