After everyone paid their respects to the village chiefs, the three village chiefs gave passionate speeches respectively.
Afterwards, one of Zhu Chuanming's men began to register the information of a dozen or so newcomers to the village.
The registered information includes basic information such as name, age, home address, family members, etc.
The main purpose of registering this information in the village is to facilitate understanding of everyone for future management.
When it was Luo Qingqing's turn, Luo Qingqing started talking nonsense.
The person registering asked: "Name, age."
Luo Qingqing replied: "Luo Qing, 16 years old."
The person registering asked: "What is your home address? Who else is at home?"
Luo Qingqing replied: "I'm in Tongle County, Shanzhou. All my family members have passed away."
When Luo Qingqing said this, there was a look of sadness on her face, and the people in the village had no doubt about it.
After all, they wouldn't really investigate these people's backgrounds in detail.
When Luo Qingqing covered her face in sadness, she noticed that the person registering had written Tongle County as Tongle County.
She instinctively corrected him, "Big Brother, you registered it wrong. It's not the 'tong' that means 'universal celebration,' but the 'tong' that means 'tongtiandao'."
The person registering the information looked at her in surprise, then crossed out the word "同" (same) that he had already written and wrote a smaller word "顿" (tong) next to it.
Luo Qingqing kept shaking her head as she watched. She said, "Your word is the bucket, and Tongle County should be the Tong with the character for 'walk' on the left."
The guy in charge of registration stared at her.
He stuffed the pen into Luo Qingqing's hand and said angrily, "Here's the pen, you write."
Luo Qingqing naturally noticed that the person registering was angry, but she had received strict education since childhood and could not tolerate anyone making a mistake in writing in front of her.
She sat down upright, held the pen, and began to write seriously.
The registration boy watched her write the beautiful character "通" (Tong) stroke by stroke and couldn't help but marvel at it.
Zhu Chuanming, who was standing by, leaned over to take a look at what Luo Qingqing had written and nodded repeatedly: "Xiao Shuang, your work will be easier from now on. Luo Qing, you can stay by my side and do some clerical work."
Luo Qingqing felt miserable. She had been restless since she was a child. What she feared most was that her mother would lock her up in the room to learn needlework and housekeeping. Of course, she didn't like reading and writing.
Her handwriting, which is barely acceptable now, was the result of much practice between her and her mother. Finally, she was allowed to learn horse riding after passing the writing test, so she practiced hard.
But now she is in the village and has to bow her head.
After hearing what the third village chief said, she could only nod.
After a dozen newcomers to the village had registered, Zhu Chuanming asked the brother named Xiaoshuang to assign them tasks.
Xiaoshuang first picked out a few tall and strong ones.
He said to them, "Starting tomorrow, you will follow the second village chief for training. If you perform well, you can join the village guard."
Xiao Shuang pointed at the remaining men and said, "You will start farming with Lin Laoliu tomorrow, and he will assign you tasks."
The remaining five or six girls were feeling uneasy when Xiao Shuang said to them, "You are women, so Madam Liu will assign you tasks."
A young girl asked, "What kind of work do we do?"
Luo Qingqing recognized this girl.
Her name was Miao Xiaohua. She was selling herself at the market with grass stuck on her head, and was finally brought up by Zhu Chuanming.
Xiao Shuang glanced at Miao Xiaohua and said with a somewhat sarcastic smile, "Cooking, weaving, getting married and having children, if you have anything you want to do, just tell Liu Sanniang."
When Miao Xiaohua heard that she was getting married, it was equivalent to Xiaoshuang's official acknowledgment that free marriage was indeed allowed in the village and did not require the consent of parents or matchmakers.
Miao Xiaohua secretly glanced at the man who was sitting on the high seat and reading lazily, and her heart couldn't help but feel hot.
She nodded shyly and whispered, "I understand."
After everyone's future work in the village was arranged, Xiaoshuang took them to their residence.
Although everyone does different jobs, there is no obvious difference in their residences.
The places they could live in were all large bunk beds, with more than 20 people living in one large wooden house.
Luo Qingqing finally followed Xiaoshuang to a warehouse.
Xiao Shuang pointed to the storeroom connected to the cave and said, "There are a few beds inside. Just move one and sleep on it."
Luo Qingqing looked at the huge warehouse and felt very grateful.
She was pretending to be a man, not a real man. If she were to squeeze together with so many men, it would be inconvenient, and she was also afraid of being exposed.
Now that she can read and write, she doesn't have to join the guard team, nor does she have to follow everyone to farm, and she can live by herself in the huge warehouse. It is really a blessing.
The next morning, Luo Qingqing looked at the people who were either exercising or working in the fields under the scorching sun, and she was secretly glad that her mother had forced her to read and write.
The warehouse where Luo Qingqing was located was filled with the village’s common property, including grain and farm tools.
Her daily job is to record the entry and exit of these items and report the general ledger to Zhu Chuanming every day.
Luo Qingqing was forced by her mother to learn housekeeping since she was a child. Now she is just managing a small warehouse, which is a piece of cake for her.
In half a day, she had a clear understanding of the account book registration and the property in the warehouse.
After she worked for a day, she happened to face the month-end audit of the cottage.
Luo Qingqing answered the questions from the three villagers fluently.
Zhu Chuanming looked at her with admiration.
He stroked his beard and said with satisfaction: "Luo Qing seems to be quite literate. Great Chief, why don't you take him with you? He can also assist you in managing the affairs of the village."
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