Qing Yao

Chapter 45 They are truly my reborn parents!
There is no procedural problem in changing Zhao An to Zhao Youlu.

Household registration is under the county household registration and housing management, and school registration is under the county education management. No one dares to disobey with just a hint from the county magistrate.

The question is how did Zhao An suddenly become Zhao Youlu?

If this point is not explained clearly, the prefect will inevitably have suspicions.

Teacher Song gave a reasonable explanation. Zhao Youlu and Zhao An are both Zhao An's names, but one is the name before he entered school, and the other is the name after he entered school.

One scientific name and one common name.

You can say that Zhao An is a nickname, but from now on all files will use the full name Youlu.

"That's all we can do."

The county magistrate glanced at Zhao An, who had nearly caused him great suffering, with a displeased look, and snorted, "From now on, you are Zhao Youlu. No matter who asks, you are still Zhao Youlu. If you dare to let it slip, I will skin you alive!"

Zhao An murmured "hmm" and thought this was a good idea, because this phenomenon was very common in his previous life.

Not to mention one dead person falling from the roof, there are also a lot of living people falling from the roof.

With the current household registration system and technological level, as long as those involved in the operation keep their mouths shut, there is no way the secret will be exposed, unless the Zhao family finds out themselves and comes to make trouble.

He thought of the Zhao family. How could the county magistrate, who was well-read and had served as an official for many years and had a very meticulous mind, not have thought of this?
He hurriedly asked Teacher Song where Zhao Youlu was from, who was in his family, and whether he had any background.

This is a background check, and it must be done.

What if Zhao Youlu is the son of an official or a gentry, and his family has connections more powerful than the county magistrate, can this be done?
Teacher Song was in charge of the county school and must have known the backgrounds of the students there very well. According to him, Zhao Youlu was an excellent student who had been admitted to a rural community school. He came from an ordinary family and his parents were both alive.

The county magistrate nodded after hearing this. This kind of family background matter would be much easier to handle.

Song Jiaoyu thought of something and added, "But Zhao Youlu was already married, and his wife gave birth to a child last year. Alas, it's really pitiful that he left behind this orphan and a widow."

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Zhao An, kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but look up at Director Song who solved the problem for him: No, you want me to do a business that even Dorgon couldn't do?
It’s okay to recognize other people as your parents. Anyway, you are not the real Zhao An, so you don’t have any psychological or moral burden.

It's okay to inherit someone else's wife. Men, after all, have good morals.

It's empty anyway, so it doesn't matter who uses it.

At most, I would burn some paper for Youlu every year and silently pray, "Rest in peace, fellow Taoist."

But being a stepfather is not an option. How many of those kids will know how to repay their gratitude when they grow up?

Don't work so hard for nothing, or your huge inheritance will end up being given to your illegitimate son.

His face immediately showed an extremely reluctant look. The county magistrate saw it and without saying a word stepped forward and kicked him threateningly, "If you don't behave like Zhao Youlu, this county will report to the government that you suddenly fell seriously ill and died!"

If pushed into a corner, the county magistrate is really capable of doing something like killing someone to silence them.

"Students, students,"

Zhao An, clutching his chest, looked aggrieved, but had to nod against his will: "I will follow the County Magistrate's arrangements. I'm afraid the Zhao family won't agree if I agree. If they find out that I'm impersonating their son, they'll probably come after me and make trouble. Then, then."

The County Magistrate ignored him. Instead, he looked at Teacher Song and said in a negotiating tone, "These country folks are not very knowledgeable, and they come from such a family. I think we should give them some money from the government office and tell them to stop talking nonsense. What do you think?" Teacher Song hurriedly said, "I will handle this matter personally. I guarantee that nothing will go wrong. Don't worry, County Magistrate."

"it is good,"

The county magistrate believed in Song Jiaoyu's ability to do things. When he first took office last year, the two of them had a friendly collaboration on the county examination rankings, which was quite good.

Just then, the clerk's office delivered Zhao An's yellow list. The county magistrate took it and handed it directly to Song Jiaoyu without opening it and said nothing.

Teacher Song didn't ask anything, just took the yellow list from Zhao An, nodded slightly, and then said goodbye and left.

He was going back to get Zhao Youlu's materials to officially change Zhao An's appearance.

After the clerks left, Zhao An quickly knelt before the County Master and kowtowed, saying, "Your Excellency is truly my student's adopted parent!"

"Reborn parents? Humph, this county doesn't dare to be one."

The county magistrate, still furious, glared at Zhao An, who had dared to deceive him, and raised his hand to slap him twice, but stopped mid-air. He then sighed softly, "I am covering up this matter for you because I think you are a talented person. I hope you won't bring trouble to me if anything happens to you in the future."

Why do I look like Monkey King?
Zhao An was secretly complaining in his heart, but on the surface he made several assurances to the county magistrate with an extremely sincere attitude, and also swore several poisonous oaths.

When Instructor Song returned to the county school, he retrieved Zhao Youlu's file. After carefully looking through Zhao An's yellow list, he ordered someone to bring out a blank school list and with a stroke of his pen, he made a new one for Zhao An. He then stamped it with the instructor's seal and stuffed Zhao Youlu's student license into the yellow list.

As for Zhao An's previous student license, he took it out and used a fire stick to light it.

Very professional, leaving no room for any trouble.

The matter is not over yet. The Personnel Office needs to get a new yellow list (personnel file) of Zhao Youlu, which will accompany Zhao An throughout his life.

Even though he became the governor, minister, or chancellor, the personnel file that the Ministry of Personnel backed up was the personnel file of Zhao Youlu.

As for Zhao An, he actually no longer exists.

The people from the clerk's office were called over by the county magistrate the next day. After a few words, the person in charge took Zhao An's new file back to the clerk's office, and then filled out a new yellow form for Zhao An according to the county magistrate's instructions.

A trusted aide of the steward was working in the room. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the contents of the yellow form filled out by the steward and asked in surprise, "Boss, how did this Zhao An become Zhao Youlu? Hey, isn't he from Xinghua County? How did he become from our Ganquan County?"

"Do more, talk less."

The manager continued filling out the form without even looking up.

After finishing, he let out a sigh, put down his brush, and stamped the new order with the official seal of the Li Office. After everything was done, he told his confidant: "This matter was ordered by the county magistrate. Let's just go through the motions. There's no need to dig into the details. Some things are better left unknown than known."

"But, but boss, isn't this fake?"

The confidant seemed to understand what was going on.

"What's real and what's fake? I don't know anything else, but this license, this study permit, this yellow slip, which one isn't real? And which one isn't complete? Even if they check, nothing is fake and nothing is missing. What does it have to do with us if something really happens?"

The steward, an old man who had worked in the yamen for thirty years, looked at his trusted aide who had just been recommended to the clerk's office and said earnestly, "Our jobs are awarded by the county magistrate. If we want to keep them, we must obey the county magistrate. Remember, as long as we can get the job done, don't ask for anything else."

(End of this chapter)