"Dad went to a restaurant for dinner two days ago, met a businessman, and hit it off at first sight, and the more he talked, the more speculative he became."

"No, I went out today and met again, so let's make an appointment to have a drink together."

"Don't worry! Feel relieved! ”

Song Chengyi waved his hand and patted his chest.

"Dad pays attention to his identity, he didn't say that he is the father of the county lord of Jinning, and he is the father-in-law of Xiao Jingduo in the north of the town."

"Hey~hey~"

"Hey, hey?"

Song Qingyuan shook his head and waved his hand helplessly, "Okay, let Aunt Yao prepare a bowl of sobering soup in a while, Dad will drink it, let's go to sleep quickly!" ”

"Don't you come back so late in the future, do you hear?"

Song Qingyuan's face became serious again.

"I hear you! Hear me! ”

Song Chengyi responded again and again.

"Don't worry, girl, next time my father will definitely not come back so late."

"If it's really urgent, Dad will find someone to ......"

"Huh?"

"Hey, hey!"

Song Chengyi laughed dryly.

"Dad told his daughter in person, and the girl agreed, and Dad was going out."

"If the girl doesn't agree, my father will stay at home honestly, do you think it's okay?"

Hearing this, Song Qingyuan didn't speak, but just waved his white little hands.

Song Chengyi was like being amnestied, pulled over the stool, sat on it, and straightened his chest, "Come on, give the master a bowl of sobering soup." ”

…………

Following.

Next to Pudu Temple, in a small courtyard with a plaque of the Charity Foundation.

Song Qingyuan, Master Puhui, and the officials who had been selected by the charity foundation were divided into two columns and sat in the living room.

"Master Qian, from the list of Jiupin officials, can it be decided?"

Song Qingyuan turned his head and looked at Master Qian.

Since this small courtyard was allocated to the Charity Foundation, Master Qian moved out of the Song Mansion and opened a single room next to it to live in it.

In this way, you don't have to go back and forth, and it is more convenient to deal with things on a regular basis.

For Master Qian.

Although the Song Mansion is an in-law, it is not his own home after all.

It's okay to live for a short time, but after a long time, Master Qian also feels that he will feel uncomfortable.

Here, although the environment is a little worse, it is free in the end. I found a sense of bondage.

Master Qian listened to Song Qingyuan's words, took out a list from his arms, and handed it over.

opened his mouth and said, "If you go back to the county lord of Jinning, the list of officials has been prepared, please take a look at the county lord." ”

"Hmm!"

Song Qingyuan's head was imperceptible, and his white fingers held the list, gently unfolded it, and swept it slightly from top to bottom.

"Let's do it according to the money master's book!"

"These ten ambassadors from the Nine Grades have been selected, and they will be assigned to you to be helpers."

"Master, ...... by your side"

Song Qingyuan looked at Master Puhui and asked.

According to her meaning, she plus Master Pratt & Whitney, plus eight officials in the charitable foundation, a total of ten.

It just so happens that each person is equipped with a charity ambassador.

As soon as Song Qingyuan's words of inquiry came out, he saw Master Puhui shaking his head, "Amitabha! ”

"Lao Wei is an outsider, he is used to being alone, and there is no need to arrange manpower."

"It's better to leave it to everyone and take care of the charity foundation together."

"Amitabha!"

Master Pratt & Whitney closed his eyes lightly and opened them again.

Although he participates in the decision-making of charitable foundations, he does not care about mundane matters.

It was a waste to put people here with him.

"Then ......" Song Qingyuan thought about it, and saw that Master Puhui refused, and he didn't force it,

Instead, he said, "Just arrange the extra people to Secretary Fan." ”

"Fan Siwu is in the middle, and there are many trivial things that need to be handled, and it can be easier with multiple people."

"As for ...... around me"

Song Qingyuan thought for a while, "Then like the master, there is no need to keep people." ”

"Manpower...... Just leave it to Secretary Jiang! ”

In this way, Song Qingyuan arranged two assistants for Fan Chengxu and Jiang Wei, and other officials each had an assistant.

"Secretary Zhang, ...... in the south"

Song Qingyuan asked.

"Jinning County Lord rest assured!"

Zhang Yanping arched his hand, "The lower officials have a plan for the disaster relief situation over there, and they can leave in a few days." ”

"That's good!"

Song Qingyuan nodded, "Keep ...... at any time"

Speaking of this, Song Qingyuan remembered that the transportation was inconvenient in ancient times.

Even if they keep in communication at any time, it will take at least ten days, half a month, for the letter to reach her.

"In this way, Secretary Fan, tomorrow you will arrange for someone to raise some carrier pigeons for the purpose of communication of my charitable foundation."

Song Qingyuan commanded.

Fan Chengxu listened and nodded.

"At this point, Xia Guan has already thought that the pigeon breeder has been

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Looking for a good one, the carrier pigeon is being cultivated. ”

"That's great!"

Song Qingyuan smiled with satisfaction, the person recommended by Lord Xiao was really reliable, which saved her a lot of trouble.

"And ......"

Song Qingyuan continued, "Has Secretary Fan ever heard about the border payment? ”

"Back to the words of the county lord of Jinning."

Fan Chengxu arched his hand, "The official has heard a little about this matter." ”

"In fact, not only now, but every year in the past, the salaries of officers and soldiers in the army were not paid in time."

"It is common for a short period of one or two months to be in arrears for half a year."

"That's right! Secretary Fan is right! ”

Everyone nodded.

"This is a common practice, and this year's arrears are not surprising."

"That's ...... so"

Song Qingyuan muttered softly.

Before she came to the capital, she paid little attention to the affairs of the north, and she really didn't know the inside story.

"But the county lord wants to put the charitable foundation, the next target, at the border?"

Fan Chengxu listened to Song Qingyuan's words, and had a guess in his heart, so he asked directly.

"Yes and no!"

Song Qingyuan shook his head.

"The salaries of the border soldiers are distributed by the imperial court, which is something that our charitable foundation can't interfere with, and it can't be interfered with."

"But I heard that the clothes worn by the soldiers have not been changed for several years, and now their clothes and shoes are so thin that it is difficult to survive the winter."

"I'm going to help with this."

"That's easy to say!"

Jiang Wei immediately responded, "Our charity foundation is now recorded by many people. ”

"You can call on them to donate money and materials."

"No!"

Song Qingyuan raised his hand to interrupt.

"It's okay to donate things, but it's not necessary to donate silver."

If it is a charitable foundation, let members donate silver twice in three days, and there will always be a day when people will be annoyed, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Whether it's doing good deeds or doing business, it's all about a trickle.

"Secretary Fan, Secretary Jiang can decide to notify all the members of the charity foundation."

"If you have idle clothes and shabby bedding at home, you can donate them to charitable foundations."

"Also...... Secretary Jiang! ”

Song Qingyuan looked at Jiang Wei, "Go contact the pawn shop and buy a batch of shabby clothes and shabby bedding." ”

"Gather another batch of needlewomen and sew again."

"Don't ask for much good, the clothes can cover the body, and the quilt can block the wind."

"Yes!"

The crowd should go down.

Song Qingyuan then instructed again, and then returned to the Song Mansion in a carriage with Red Sleeves.

As soon as I entered the living room, I saw the scumbag father triumphant, sitting on a chair with Erlang's legs crossed.

After seeing Song Qingyuan come in, he took out a pile of things from his arms.

"Bang!" of a bit.

Slammed on the table...... I want to talk about "Splendid Pastoral: Small Landlords of Farmers" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~