The sixth day of July.

Chen Chu, Yang, Yao and others entered the city at this time.

He went straight to a copper and iron shop in Nancheng. When the owner of the copper and iron shop saw Chen Chu, he turned around and hid inside.

"Boss Qi, hide away! I'm not here to catch up with you today!"

After hearing this, Qi Laosan stopped in his tracks.

Chen Chu gave Qi Laosan a set of patterns last month and asked him to build them according to the pattern. The pattern has a large raised pot lid, a pipe is connected to the top of the pot lid, and the other end of the pipe is connected to more curved pots.

Pipe.

Chen Chu was very happy when he paid his wages, but Qi Laosan's claws were numb when he received the goods.

'The seal is not tight, air leaks...'

For the same reason, Chen Chu had asked Qi Laosan to rework three times...

"Brother Chen, what are you going to add this time?" Qi Laosan said with a smile after hearing that he was not here to rush the work.

"Help us create some handy weapons."

Chen Chu's domineering way was involved in the arms trade for the first time.

"Oh? What kind of weapons does Brother Chen want?"

Regardless of Zhou Qi, except for armor and crossbows, civilian weapons are not allowed.

The objects Qi Laosan built the most in his career were weapons and farm tools. When he learned that Brother Chen would no longer build weird things this time, he was immediately relieved.

"Give me a halberd, a big black and hard iron halberd!" Chen Chu put his hands behind his back and raised his face to look at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

"...halberd?" This kind of weapon is relatively unpopular...

"Master, don't listen to his nonsense!" Yang Dalang interrupted Chen Chu's immersive pretense, pointed at Yao's eldest son and said: "Give him a forty-pound iron rod."

"Forty pounds? Can you do it?" Qi Laosan was surprised.

"Don't worry about this, I'll beat you if you are told."

Yang Zhen waved his hand confidently and pointed at Wu Kui and Peng Er, "Give them two two-handed swords weighing fifteen pounds. Give me a long-handled ax weighing twenty pounds."

After Yang Dalang finished explaining, Qi Laosan saw that there was nothing more to say. He couldn't help but look at Chen Chu and said to Yang Dalang: "What about Brother Chen? Don't you need to beat him?"

"He?"

Yang Dalang looked at Chen Chu with disgust, as if it was a shame to associate with the latter, and curled his lips and said: "Give him a three-pound willow leaf sword..."

Damn it! Yours is either a ‘handle’ or a ‘handle’, how come it’s ‘one stick’ here?

What's wrong with being more delicate? Should you be discriminated against if you are pretty!

"It weighs three kilograms? Even the foil used by women weighs more than three kilograms!"

Qi Laosan, who has no eyesight, is still rubbing salt into Chen Chu's wounds.

"It's too heavy and he can't move!"

As Yang Dalang finished saying this, all the second-generation people in Qifengling turned their faces and looked at Chen Chu, each looking contentedly.

At this moment, they finally found a sense of superiority from Chen Chu!

"It's not that you can't play well, it's that you can't play well!"

After Chen Chu corrected the other party, he looked at the rough guys and asked, "Do you dare to compete with others?"

Hey, man’s damn desire to win!

......

After leaving the copper and iron shop, Yang Zhen and others went to Zhang Bao's house, while Chen Chu led the ox cart to Caiwei Pavilion alone.

Backyard, side hall of Baiyutang.

"You are well-dressed, why are you wearing short brown clothes?" Caihua lazily leaned on the couch, looking around with charming eyes.

"What's wrong with the short brown color? This means that I am a glorious and simple working people."

"Tsk~" Caihua curled her lips, stretched out her bare hand, held a piece of letter paper between her index and middle fingers, and handed it over, "Take a look, these are all vacancies that can be arranged."

Chen Chu stepped forward to pick it up.

I saw the letter written in beautiful small characters: 'post book, code book, deputy expert, treasury son, prison son, stick straight, step fast, horse speed...'

These are all public officials positions that Chen Chu can choose from.

.......Grandma, she also said that the county government is not run by your family.

Among them, the words 'post book, dian book, deputy expert' written at the front are all circled.

Without waiting for Chen Chu to ask, Caihua lazily explained: "Posting books, dianshu and special officials are responsible for sorting out files and transcribing documents. My eldest brother works as a post clerk in the official's office. When he goes to the official's office, he

Doing Dian Shu is a good place..."

Oh, it’s rare to be kind.

Subordinate officials are also divided into officials and officials. Officials are senior officials who mostly deal with paperwork, that is, they sit in offices.

And public servants often go out to work, commonly known as errand runners.

Therefore, officials are more honorable than public servants.

Unexpectedly, Chen Chu said: "Just be as fast as this horse."

Caihua was stunned for a moment and then said: "Why?"

"Because I have a horse, so I can do it quickly."

"..." Caihua looked at Chen Chu for a long time as if he were a fool, and finally said with a smile: "It's up to you. Write down your place of origin, birth date, age, and household registration. I'll register with you first, and then arrange a job.

Secretary. It will take about ten days..."

"Hmm."

As an outsider, Chen Chu joined the fugitive households without household registration when he arrived here. Being a public servant naturally requires him to be registered in the household registration.

Seeing Chen Chu raising his pen, Caihua couldn't help but curiously came over.

For her, apart from knowing that Chen Chu escaped from overseas, the rest of the detailed information was not clear.

‘Name: Chen Chu

Birthplace: Originally from the Central Plains, later fled to...'

"You don't need to write those things, just write your place of origin." Caihua said.

So, Chen Chu crossed it out and wrote down ‘Place of Origin, Central Plains’...

Caihua was still dissatisfied. After pondering for a while, she took the pen from Chen Chu's hand and wrote, 'Birthplace: Yingchuan Chen.'

"Sister, are you too overbearing?" Chen Chu was dissatisfied and reached out to grab the pen, but Caihua hid the hand holding the pen behind her back, "You know nothing, my sister is doing this for your own good!"

"..."

"Say, age."

"Twenty-three..."

Caihua frowned again and scolded: "You little puppy, are you making fun of serious matters?"

Having said that, regardless of whether Chen Chu was happy or not, he went straight to his desk and wrote: Age: 10 to 16.

"..."

"Birthday?"

"Uh...the twentieth day of the first lunar month...maybe..."

"Is it the twenty-eighth of the first lunar month or the twentieth of the first lunar month?"

"The twentieth day of the first lunar month!"

The twentieth day of the first lunar month is the day Mao'er rescued Chen Chu, so it can be regarded as a new life...

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"Family registered residence? Oh, I know this...what's your kitten's last name?"

"I won't write this for now, just write about me."

Different from the previous ones, Chen Chu said it categorically this time.

There was an issue with no definite outcome, so he didn't feel comfortable exposing the cat...

Caihua looked at Chen Chu doubtfully for a long time, and suddenly thought she understood. She narrowed her narrow eyes and said with a sweet smile: "Master Chen is planning to change his wife? If his household registration is not included in his wife's household registration, he will not even have to write a 'harmony' or a 'letter of divorce' in the future."

Forget it... Mr. Chen turns out to be a thin lover, but your little wild cat has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, so it’s really not cute..."

Chen Chu didn't want to say too much to Cai San, but seeing her coquettish appearance, he couldn't hold it back and said: "Sanniang, you have time to spy on other people's affairs, so why not pay more attention to yourself? She is almost thirty."

The loess is buried up to your neck, but you can’t even find a man. Aren’t you empty, lonely, and cold at night?”

"!!!"
To be continued...