Xu Yue nodded lightly and patted her niece's back again, "You can't use magic indiscriminately. You promised your aunt before that you should ask for the consent of adults before using magic. Children should also keep their promises, right?
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Xu Pingyuan nodded "Yeah" and raised her little hand to wipe her tears twice. She was not pinched and stopped crying.
Xu Dongbei was also warned by Xu Da. Although the little guy didn't understand why he did this, he agreed under the temptation of the reward.
When Mr. Qin Qian came to a few people with the canvas, Xu Yue and Xu Da had already coaxed them.
Xu Da and Wen Qing kept smiling. Mr. Qin Qian snorted coldly and stopped worrying about the matter. He unfolded the canvas and inspected the woman's side one by one with the sketches and portraits that were exactly the same as Wang Pingping's.
Not only did he compare them, he also used his hands to pick up the girls' chins, foreheads, and noses to see if there were any traces of processing. He also used his hands to indicate their height and body shape.
Looking at these details, Xu Yue unconsciously had the illusion that the disciples of the church starved to death of their masters.
Fortunately, Aniang and Daddy still have a lot of tricks up their sleeves. Mr. Qin Qian has only scratched the surface of these methods.
However, it can also be foreseen that this trip to Jizhou will not go smoothly.
It is really a very bad thing to encounter an enemy who knows his opponent well.
Children should not be within Mr. Qin Qian's detection range, but in the minds of adults, children cannot lie, so they can look for flaws in children.
Therefore, he still brought the portrait to Xu Dongbei and Xu Pingyuan, and asked them coldly if they had seen the people on the canvas.
The two children were thinking about the reward from their aunt and grandpa. When Qin Qian asked, they started crying, looking frightened. They couldn't say a word except whimpering, let alone identify the canvas.
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No matter whether you like children or not, you don't like to hear children crying. Mr. Qin Qian scolded irritably:
"If you cry again, I'll throw you two into the mountains to feed the wolves! Shut up!"
He roared horribly, but did not move his hands very much. Xu Yue and Xu Da hurriedly knelt down and held the child in their arms to comfort him.
Mr. Qin Qian glanced at Xu Yue suspiciously, feeling that the moment she lowered her head, she looked somewhat similar to the person on the canvas.
But just when Xu Yue thought he had discovered something, he had already put away Wang Pingping's portrait.
The first round of Wang Pingping’s portrait passed the inspection safely.
Mr. Qin Qian took out two more portraits, one with two men and the other with two girls.
The two men in the portrait are eighty-nine percent similar to their prototypes. Not only are they exactly the same as Xu Erniang and Xu Yue, they are also eighty-nine percent similar.
Xu Yue only glanced at it, and her heart skipped a beat, thinking something was wrong.
But just when she felt bad, Xu Dalang, who was standing behind Xu Da, took a step forward and glanced at Mr. Qin Qian with his dark eyes.
Mr. Qin Qian, who was about to compare Xu Yue, Xu Da, and Xu Dalang, was suddenly stunned. He ignored them, raised the faces of the drama members behind them, and compared them carefully.
For some reason, at this moment, Xu Yue and Xu Da, father and daughter, felt speechless towards themselves.
How come they forgot about Xu Dalang!
With such powerful mental control, who can’t be fooled? Is there any need to pinch the child?
If Xu Erniang knew about it, she would definitely not kill them...right?
"Let's go!"
Mr. Qin Qian waved his hand in disappointment, signaling to the soldiers in front to make way for the troupe to let them go. His sharp eyes swept ahead, "Next!"
Xu Yue and Xu Da picked up their children and left.
"Wait!" President Qin Qian suddenly shouted from behind.
Xu Yue and others paused and slowly turned their heads, thinking that Xu Dalang's mental power had failed.
"Register again." Mr. Qin Qian pointed to the simple tables and chairs under the shade of a tree and motioned for them to go over there.
Do they still need to register?
Xu Yue and her father and brother looked at each other, and they both saw the look of surprise in each other's eyes.
Did Gongsun Zan learn from their Xu Jiajun's entry-exit management model?
And these things were indeed left behind by Wang Pingping and Xu Da when they were under Gongsun Zan.
At the beginning, Gongsun Zan and others dismissed this, feeling that it was too troublesome and they were being managed too strictly, making it inconvenient to do many small things.
For this reason, Wang Pingping, who insisted on enforcing these rules, also offended many people.
It's good now, now that I know the benefits of this kind of management, I can use it in a decent way.
Not only did personal information need to be recorded during registration, there was also a painter who looked like he was imitating Xu Jiajunsu's portraits and drew the registrant's appearance.
The formula of Xu Jiajun's improved paper is not known to the outside world, but due to its high quality and low price, other states and counties are gradually using paper to replace the original bamboo slips and cloth.
The information and portraits of Xu Yue and others were registered using paper, and the pens used were also charcoal pens.
However, there are too few people who can write, and the most used one is the red clay mark placed next to the charcoal holder.
The troupe was from the lowest echelon of the lower class, and with their uneducated characters, Xu Yue and others made a big slap mark.
The twins thought this was very funny. They were crying just now, but now they are so happy that they almost laugh.
Fortunately, Xu Da noticed it in time and glared at the two little guys, so that he didn't attract Mr. Qin Qian's attention again.
After the registration was completed, more than an hour passed.
The troupe finally set off again, driving the oxcart swaying onto the bumpy hard dirt road towards the nearest county town.
Fortunately, Gongsun Zan did not have as complete an information transmission system as Xu Jiajun. Even if he registered now, by the time the registration information was transmitted to Gongsun Zan, Xu Yue estimated that Jizhou was no longer Gongsun Zan's Jizhou.
But facts have proven that one can never underestimate one's enemies.
One second, Xu Yue was internally ridiculing Jizhou for its backward information transmission system. The next second, they saw the gray concrete road that was supposed to only appear under the rule of Xu Jiajun in Youzhou.
"This, this, isn't this Jizhou?"
Wen Qing looked at the short gray road in front of him that had been paved by the corvees. His eyes widened in shock, and he almost thought he had gone to the wrong place.
The bullock cart stopped, and the officer in charge of overseeing the work in front pointed to the dry field ridge next to it and shouted:
"Go around the field and go around it!"
Wen Qing took a deep breath, nodded to the members who were driving the car, and drove past the field ridge while bypassing the cement road being laid.
The terrain here is open, and you can clearly see the laborers carrying loads of manually mixed cement mortar and pouring it directly on the original dirt road foundation.
This pouring method is very fast, and a cement road can be laid in a short time.
But it is too simple and crude, the foundation is not laid down, and there are no drainage ditches on both sides of the road. It will have to be renovated in a short time. It is simply a shoddy project.
Looking at the cement powder pulled by oxcarts, the color was also different from the one produced at home. Xu Da felt relieved immediately.
