Chu Qing's fingertips touched Huang Zhong's sleeve: "Uncle Huang, what should we do?"

Huang Zhong slapped Chu Qing's little move away, and said with an iron heart: "Cold salad!"

Spreading the letters one by one on the table, Huang Zhong took the pen and revised them sentence by sentence. He also kept drawing arrows to mark which sentence came before which sentence and which sentence came after which sentence.

After revising everything, Huang Zhong pushed it in front of Chu Qing: "This, copy it again, this is for Qi Zhizhou."

Chu Qing was like a primary school student who was punished by his teacher for copying his composition. He copied it carefully and word for word, and had to confirm with Huang Zhong if he couldn't see clearly.

Finally finished writing, Huang Zhong took the original, messy letter in his hand again, circled it with Chu Qing's pen, made circles and crosses, and handed it to Chu Qing again: "Hey, this letter

To Youzhi County."

Alas, what else can be done? Chu Qing accepted her fate and continued copying.

Finally, this letter was finished. Huang Zhong picked up the original letter again. Chu Qing was so frightened that he quickly shouted: "Uncle Huang, there is no room to modify it!"

"Well," Huang Zhong crumpled the letter paper and threw it into the charcoal brazier: "This is useless."

"Phew!" Chu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and then jumped up again: "Aren't you going to check out the two copies I just copied, are you?"

Huang Zhong rolled his eyes at her: "Copy those two copies again and give them to Song Zhizhou and Xu Zhixian respectively!" Then he turned and left.

"Oh my God!" Chu Qing finally became happy: "Hurry up! Zhuo Yao, you copy this! Xiangzi, you copy this! Huang Rong, let's go, let's have some midnight snacks!"

Huang Rong: "...haha."

Huang Zhong returned to his room, knocked on his thighs and calves, and sighed in his heart: What a careless girl! I have been climbing the mountain for a day, and my legs are broken. I have to correct your article when I come back!

After scolding Chu Qing several times in his mind, Huang Zhong came to the table, polished his pen, picked up a pen, and wrote a letter: "Old Liu, how are you doing lately? You are not young anymore. You can be the Minister of the Ministry of Finance. Blind

Are you tired of worrying about it? Let me tell you..."

What can we do? That girl has already sent out a batch of letters. Even if we fix it now, the effect probably won't be very good.

Old Huang Zhong did not dare to complain to the emperor, fearing that the emperor would think that the Qing girl was forming a clique and forming cliques for personal gain.

I had no choice but to write a private letter to my old friend, Mr. Liu, Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and talk about the disaster and hidden dangers in detail, hoping that he would take it seriously and mention it to the emperor.

If he had laid the groundwork first, the emperor would naturally have an attitude, and the local governor would not think too much about it; even if he thought about it too much, with the emperor's attitude as his endorsement, it would not be detrimental to Qing girl.

In fact, Huang Zhong and the Minister of Hubu had a close friendship, but they never dared to make it public for fear of causing trouble to the officials.

Now that I am old, I can reminisce about old times with Mr. Liu.

Old Huang Zhong's worries were justified, but the matter was really not that serious.

Chu Qing's first letter to various places mainly suggested promoting poultry breeding, saying that he would purchase eggs and meat in large quantities, and then mentioned among the benefits of poultry breeding that it could prevent locust plagues.

If the second letter was sent as it was without Huang Zhong's modifications, it would really not work. It would really mean "guiding" other people's work and "scaremongering".

But since Huang Zhong has corrected it, it won't offend anyone, and it's not as serious as Huang Zhong thought.

…………

In the end, Chu Qing was not able to eat a hot midnight snack.

Because she remembered that she hadn't written a follow-up letter to Hu Hengqiu yet.

Looking at the callus on her middle finger, Chu Qing wailed in her heart: Why does it feel like she's back to the days of the college entrance examination, with endless words to write every day?

Fortunately, I had Huang Zhong’s guidance just now. This time I didn’t have to think about every word or sentence. Just like writing from memory, I finished the letter and the content was simple:

1. Local farmers’ predictions of disasters;

Second, Chu Qing saw the measures taken by local farmers (not saying they were done by himself);

Third, Chu Qing has come up with some ideas based on local practices, and I hope the Secret Investigation Division can agree with them.

In this way, this is a letter requesting instructions and reporting, which looks much softer.

There is one more item: acupuncture for Yibin Prefecture and Kozhi Prefecture.

Of course, I used the "green tea" style of speech summarized from Huang Zhong's "teaching" just now - the scene does not know how to praise.

For example, Chu Qing wrote in his letter: "I went out on the street today and saw an announcement about something (the announcement was about the drought, food prices, etc.), and it was signed by the Yibin Prefecture Chamber of Commerce.

I don’t know what this chamber of commerce does, but since the Ko Prefecture allows announcements to be posted like this, it shows that the Ko Prefecture loves the people like sons and is considerate of the people.”

The next morning, Chu Qing went directly to the director's office without breakfast. He handed the letter to Deputy Wang Qianhu with his left hand: "Same as yesterday, encrypted and urgent."

Deputy Wang Qianhu was on duty here last night. At this time, the swelling on his face had not subsided, which showed that he had just woken up.

Deputy Wang Qianhu took it carefully with both hands, carefully checked that the envelope was intact and said, "Don't worry!"

Chu Qing raised his right hand: "'Jade liquid and fine wine', sister-in-law, one jar for you!" This was to thank him for giving him a break yesterday.

Good guy, one green jar and one orange jar, both weighing ten pounds, plus the weight of the jars, Chu Qing just hung them on two fingers with a rope, and raised his arms straight in front of his eyes.

Wang Fuqianhu had never seen Chu and Qing fighting, and he didn't take it seriously when he heard about it.

Because men are always like this. When they meet a woman with a little ability, they will always exaggerate in good faith.

For example, if a lady can compose one or two poems, as long as the purpose is clear, the contrast is neat, and the main points are basically met, she will be called a "talented woman".

After all, women are rare, and if they can write poems, they will be looked down upon. Of course, if this woman is more beautiful, she will be "shocked to heaven".

Not to mention the common people, the level of education of the beautiful women in the emperor's harem is only a brief understanding of the "Book of Filial Piety", "The Analects of Confucius", "Poetry", "Li", etc.

If a woman is said to be good at archery and can hit the target within ten steps, she will be praised as "piercing a poplar with a hundred steps"; if she knows a little more kung fu, she will be praised as "a hero among women".

Therefore, for Deputy Wang Qianhu, no matter how powerful Chu Qing was, he was only exaggerated and promoted.

Especially in a cruel place like the Secret Investigation Department, where you have to compete for IQ, force, or ruthlessness, if a female official can appear, she is either tough in the background, or she values ​​scarcity, and she is just a symbol.

symbol.

In the view of Deputy Wang Qianhu, Chu Qing is the "lucky person" who possesses both factors, regardless of her own abilities.

Two jars of wine, plus the jar, weighed more than twenty kilograms. Two fingers and a straight arm were handed to him. They didn't move at all. Deputy Wang Qianhu was slightly shocked.

Then I thought about it, this woman was born as a peasant woman, maybe she just got some strength from hoeing, so I started to think about it.

Deputy Wang Qianhu did not take the jar, but waved his hands on the edge of the jar, making a surprised expression, and said: "This...is the 'Jade Liquid and Fine Wine' from Master Chu's family?

Oops, I heard that this wine is praised by the emperor, and it’s hard to buy for a thousand dollars!”

Chu Qing didn't see what he was thinking, she just thought he was happy, handed it over as usual, and introduced it to others: "Master Wang, haven't you drank it before? Oops, I was careless!

This blue jar is the softest wine and is suitable for women. I heard that my wife also loves wine, so this jar is for my wife;

The orange one is a bit stronger. I heard from my brothers that Mr. Wang likes strong liquor. Please try this!"

When he spoke, his arms remained straight and did not move at all, as if he was not bearing any weight at all.

Deputy Wang Qianhu still didn't answer, and continued to hold up his hands: "Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Chu, for your kindness! Let me thank you on behalf of your sister-in-law. Come and sit at home tomorrow. Your sister-in-law has always wanted to see you!"

His eyes were looking at the wine jar, which was shining brightly, and he was leaning on his hands as if he was overjoyed. Everyone who looked at this posture was so happy that he didn't know what to do, so Chu Qing still didn't notice anything was wrong.

Deputy Wang Qianhu was speechless now. He took the wine jar and took the opportunity to take a look at Chu Qing's palms. They were all calluses! Even the joints of his middle fingers were covered with calluses!

What kind of skill is this!

Can Chu Qing tell him that the callus on his middle finger joint was abraded by writing with a pen?

No!


Chapter completed!