"I'll look at the ledger."

Wen Qing glanced at Steward Zhang twice when he spoke, and the font was still in the form of regular script, which happened to be that she had studied calligraphy in college. In her sophomore year, she began to study all kinds of ancient fonts carefully, and even the seal script was learned by her.

Jiang Zhengsi's handwriting is also good, and the two often participate in calligraphy competitions in the school.

At the time, he also said that it was a pleasure to compete with her, but now that I think about it, it's bullshit.

It was because he had to face such a disgusting man when he went back that Wen Qing didn't want to go back to modern times. Let's not talk about what Wenyun's father looks like, such a good genetic father is definitely not far behind. Even the stupid and stupid Wang Zhuangyuan is stronger than Jiang Zhengsi!

No, Wenyun's father is not a good product. Wouldn't it be good to marry her properly? I have to catch her every time during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she is not obvious, and she is also a scum!

Wen Qing lowered his head, his palms were quietly clenched, and his whole anger became a little heavier.

Steward Zhang was stimulated by the cold wind that suddenly blew in the house, shrunk his shoulders and said, "Okay, you look at the account book, I'll go to the dyeing workshop to have a look." ”

Wen Qing took a deep breath, relieved himself, and began to read the ledger. She knew all the words, but she had never seen the way of bookkeeping and terminology, but after studying it for more than half an hour, she knew everything. In modern times, it is mainly the trouble of accounting accounts, and in ancient times it was the same, if you match the recent expenses and income, and the balance is also matched, this account is no problem.

As for whether anyone secretly increased or decreased the amount, Wen Qing didn't know. However, there were too few people who dared to do this, and put the ledger aside, Wen Qing walked to the long bookshelf at the back of the house to look at the books.

The Gu family dyeing workshop said that it was not big, but it was complete, and even the number of books in the study was quite large. Listening to Steward Zhang, the young master of the Gu family is a business genius, he has his own shop at the age of eleven, and now he is already a weightless figure in the Gu family.

At this time, Gu Yong was only nineteen years old.

Wen Qing smiled, if it was an eleven-year-old Wen Yun, what shocking thing could he do?

But think about it, Wenyun is six years old this year, and she has reached the age when she should read and write. In ancient times, this was still good, there were not so many educational materials, and it was also good for Wenyun to educate.

Wen Qing planned to wait for the money, so he would buy some paper and pens for Wen Yun and teach him something.

"Mrs. Wen, why haven't you sent the account book yet? Just now I met Mr. Bookkeeper, and he scolded me. ”

Wen Qing came back to his senses, stuffed a book in his hand back into the shelf, and asked softly, "Why did he scold you?" ”

Steward Zhang shrugged his shoulders and smiled helplessly, "What else can it be?" Look at me as a woman, look down on me. ”

"Men are inferior to women?"

Steward Zhang's face changed, and he immediately stepped forward to cover Wen Qing's mouth, lowered his voice and warned: "Don't talk nonsense, beware of being listened to." ”

Wen Qing nodded, "I know, I'll pay attention next time." ”

"There's no next time."

A black robe fell in.

The person who came had a light eyebrow and a soothing tone, but it was like a thousand years of ice, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was so unkind: "Zhang Rong, sure enough, the person you recruited is the same as you, and there is no merit." ”

Wen Qing and Zhang Rong looked over at the same time.

He is extremely tall, Wen Qing is 1.9 meters tall, and his head is about to touch the door frame. The appearance is the same as the temper, calm and sharp, the eyes are gently closed, and the tear mole at the end of the eye is as enchanting as blood.

Zhang Rong laughed, not taking his words to heart at all.

"Steward Chen, aren't you resting these days? How did it come? ”

Chen He said: "There is news from above, in a few days it will be the Huayun City ceremony, the young master will also come over, and he will have a trip from us, I will arrange some things." ”

The smile on Zhang Rong's lips stiffened slightly, and she said, "Why didn't I get the news?" ”

Chen He glanced at her, the mockery in his eyes was so obvious, "When it comes to the night, don't you know?" ”

Zhang Rong was forced to take a step back by his pace of advancement.

Wen Qing stood next to the table, her back was extremely straight, her expression did not change, she only looked at Chen He and said, "Steward Chen, hello." ”

"How am I?" Chen He bent over her and stretched out his hand.

Wen Qing didn't move.

Chen He picked up the account book behind her, withdrew his oppressed body, and turned around indifferently, "Steward Zhang, I will review all the account books before tomorrow, as for what you want to do, just feel free, just don't be an eyesore in front of me." ”

Zhang Rong stiffly squeezed out a smile, "Steward Chen, don't say that, if there is anything we need to do, just open your mouth." ”

"Not necessarily."

The two words of cool and cool, like others, drifted in the wind.

The pressure in the air finally dissipated, Zhang Rong lowered her shoulders, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said angrily: "Steward Chen always speaks in a weird way, don't be afraid, he is such a person, just ignore him." ”

Wen Qing replied softly, but thoughtfully.

Because the leaders came to check in a few days, Wenqing was busy on the first day of work, and the two stewards didn't care much about cleaning up. After wiping half of the study, it was dark, and Steward Zhang held his waist and panted lightly, his arms were sore and numb, and he couldn't lift them anymore.

"Wen Niangzi, how can you still move?"

Seeing Wen Qing climbing on the long ladder and moving non-stop, Steward Zhang was extremely surprised, Wen Qing's body is so good?

Wen Qing stopped his movements and looked down at her, "Steward Zhang, you can help change the bucket of water, the water is black." ”

"Okay."

Steward Zhang responded continuously, picked up the barrel and walked out of the door with difficulty. In addition to being surprised, she couldn't help but wonder, Wen Qing looked like a pure person, but why did she feel that she couldn't see through Wen Qing?

After cleaning the study they were in charge of, it was already a quarter of the hour, there was no moon tonight, only scattered stars hanging in the sky, it seemed that tomorrow would not be a good day. Wen Qing walked slowly towards the outside of the town, the pedestrians along the way were sparse, she picked up a stone casually and weighed it in the palm of her hand.

One can be played, and the other is ...... Can be used to shoot people.

For example, in the sudden situation in front of him, Wen Qing didn't stop a step, throwing big stones up and down and moving forward.

"Little lady, I see that you look good, why don't you obey our brother tonight?"

Wen Qing looked at the two of them steadily, one was tall and thin, with a withered face, obviously overindulged. A short and fat beer belly in front of him, and he probably can't even see his feet when he lowers his head. It's not obscene, but it's also slightly scary.

"Go away." Wen Qingdao.

The man smiled evilly, stretched out his two salty pig hands and was about to touch them, but was quickly smashed by Wen Qing, and immediately screamed.

"You little lady, you don't know what to do!"

The tall and thin man was furious, and he reached out to pull Wen Qing's collar, the light clothes couldn't withstand such a tear, Wen Qing was still in front of the baby!

She pressed it beautifully, and smashed the big stone into the man's face, and actually slapped him so hard that he had a nosebleed.

"Whoa!"

Wen Qing snorted the heads of the two of them lightly, and while they were still dizzy, she strode away.

Not far away, an eagle-like gaze fell on Wen Qing, and the man smiled low and said, "This person is not bad." ”

Walking through the dense woods and climbing over the mountains, Wen Qing finally returned home, Wen Sheng and Wen Yun were sitting in front of the house and watched her come back, as soon as they saw the slender and lonely figure, one big and one small immediately pounced on Wen Qing.

"Xiao Qingqing, you're finally back, I thought you were lost!"

"Mother, mother, I miss you so much!"

Wen Qing grabbed one in one hand, and the nerves that had been tense for a long time relaxed.

"Dad, Yun'er, be quiet, many people in the village have already slept."

"Uh-huh." "Uh-oh."

Wen Qing pulled them into the house, touched their heads, and asked, "Are you hungry?" Would you like to make you a late-night snack? ”

"Good!"

Cooked some green vegetables and rice, which was exactly the weight of three bowls, Wen Qing brought them out one by one, but as soon as he sat down, Wen Sheng just finished drinking, and looked at her quietly, the thirst in his eyes was so obvious.

Wen Qing was helpless, thinking that it was a supper, don't cook too much, but Wen Sheng didn't have enough at all, she pushed her bowl over and said, "Dad, you can eat." ”

Wen Sheng was not polite, and began to eat with a snort.

"What do you eat at night?"

Wen Yun sucked the green vegetable leaves and replied crisply: "Noodles!" ”

"No wonder, pasta is easy to digest. Why don't I cook for you in the future and then leave, and then make you some supper when I come back in the evening, okay? ”

"Yes, yes!"

The two of them nodded at the bowl, they were really hungry.

I thought that Wen Qing would be able to come back in the afternoon, so I solved it casually, but I didn't expect Wen Qing to arrive home now, and their stomachs were already growling.

As usual, Wen Sheng washed the dishes, Wen Qing took Wen Yun and lay on the bamboo bed, now it was a little cold to sleep on the bamboo bed, Wen Qing scooped Wen Yun into his arms, and the two looked at the stars together.

"Mother, do you know how to tell stories?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to tell me about it?"

Wen Qing rubbed Wen Yun's little head, and her voice was very gentle, "Okay." ”

"Once upon a time, there was a crow that flew far, far away, and he wanted to drink water, but when he finally found a bottle of water, the mouth of the bottle was too small for him to drink. The crow came up with a solution, guess it, did it drink the water? ”

Wen Yun blinked wide, completely attracted by the scene set by Wen Qing.

"It should ...... Got it, right? ”

"And guess how he got his water?"

Wen Yun bit her lower lip and began to think about this question with her little head in her hands.

Wen Qing put him down, "I'll go boil water, take a bath for you, and I'll tell you when I get to bed." ”

Wen Yun lay on the bamboo bed and continued to think, Wen Qing entered the house, took Wen Yun in and took a bath after making water, and then changed his pajamas and put him in the bed.

"Mother."

Wen Yun grabbed her clothes and asked uncertainly, "Did it pour water into the wooden basin and drink it?" It's like the kind of wooden tub we have in our house. ”

Wen Qing was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "This is also a good idea for you." ”

Who said that if you have to put the stone in the bottle, before you can drink the water, it is estimated that the crow will die of exhaustion, either from exhaustion or from thirst.

Wen Qing still didn't tell Wen Yun about the end of the story, just let him imagine it himself. After taking a shower, she set out to wash her clothes again. This night, I don't know if Wang Zhuangyuan is still there.