"Young master, look at the old man over there." Xiaohe pointed to a shop road not far away.

"It's Daddy, it's Daddy, brother, let's go see Daddy!" Lan'er glanced over there, and immediately grabbed Li Zexuan's hand and shouted happily.

In fact, after Xiaohe finished speaking, Li Zexuan saw clearly that the person was his father, and there was a plaque hanging on the shop, which read, "Li Ji Garment Shop", and his father was talking to a middle-aged scribe with his back to them.

Seeing that Lan'er wanted to go to her father, Li Zexuan had no choice but to let her pull her to go over there, Li Zexuan is really obedient to his sister now.

When the group was about to walk to the ready-to-wear shop, Lan'er let go of Li Zexuan's hand and ran towards Li Jingmo. "Daddy, Daddy, Lan'er has come to see you." The little girl is jumping up and down, really like a beautiful butterfly.

Hearing the voice behind him, Li Jingmo hurriedly turned around and saw his daughter running over in this direction.

Li Jingmo had a very serious face when he talked to the middle-aged scribe before, but when he saw his daughter, he instantly melted, and a smile bloomed on his old face. Worried that his beloved daughter would fall, he hurriedly greeted him, took Lan'er's little hand and bent down, touched Lan'er's head, and said worriedly: "Lan'er, why did you run here alone?" ”

"Lan'er is here with her brother!" After that, the little finger pointed to Li Zexuan, who had just entered the door.

Li Jingmo saw Li Zexuan and his party at this time, and he was a little relieved, remembering that he was pinched by his wife this morning when he said two sentences about his son in front of his wife, and now the soft flesh on his waist is still faintly painful, and he can't help but want to scold this stinky boy for a few words, so he pretended to be concerned and said: "Yo, Xuan'er, got up so early?" Why don't you sleep more. ”

Li Zexuan had just seen Li Jingmo's heartfelt love for Lan'er in the back, and was still sighing that the atmosphere of this family was really warm, when he heard that his old man was obviously sarcastic about himself, he couldn't help but look outside and saw that the sun was shining outside, which was almost equivalent to two or three o'clock in the afternoon in modern time, and he couldn't help but be quite speechless, he didn't expect to be angry by his old man when he slept lazily in the morning.

He didn't know that his father was pinched by his mother in the morning because he was lazy. Li Zexuan coughed dryly, wanting to bring up the topic as soon as possible, and said embarrassedly: "Dad, what are you doing here today?" Do you want to buy clothes for your mother? ”

He just saw that this shop was a ready-to-wear shop, and he thought that his father was here to buy clothes for his mother, but he didn't expect that his father was quite affectionate to his mother, hehe.

"Stinky boy, this is our shop, do you still need to buy the things here?" Li Jingmo heard Li Zexuan's slightly narrow-minded words just now, and knew that this stinky boy didn't have anything good in his head, and said with some annoyance.

Lan'er, Xiaohe, and Xiaoxi next to them couldn't help but sneer, Ah Fu and Sanbao didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and were looking at the ants on the ground with their heads down and holding back a smile.

Li Zexuan was even more embarrassed, and hurriedly said, "What is Dad doing here today?" ”

After scolding his son, Li Jingmo was in a slightly better mood, and then said: "Father is going to Xishi today to check the accounts of our shop, this is the last shop, you guys go to stay next to it first, just after checking it, let's go home together." ”

Although Li Zexuan was reluctant to wait, he didn't want to touch his father's brows now, so he hurried up.

At this moment, I saw the middle-aged scribe I had just seen walked over with the account book and said to Li Jingmo: "Brother Li, the accounts of this garment shop have just been checked, and there is still one place that does not correspond, and where it does not match, the foolish brother really has no way to check it, and he is ashamed." ”

Li Zexuan was a little surprised when he heard that this person called his father Brother Li, he thought that this person was the bookkeeper in the shop.

Li Jingmo introduced to Li Zexuan at this time: "Xuan'er, this is Mr. Xu Hongzhi, an old friend made by his father who traveled to Chang'an in his early years, Mr. Xu studied under Dr. Liu, Guozijian, and is a real arithmetic master, you have to learn from Mr. Xu." My father also asked him to help check the accounts today. ”

Hearing that it was his father's friend, Li Zexuan also gave his father a lot of face, and hurriedly gave up his hand, looking like he had admired his name for a long time: "Hello Mr. Xu, the kid has admired Mr. Xu's talent for a long time." ”

Mr. Xu smiled reservedly and said, "Awards!" But that expression was clearly a flattery to Li Zexuan, and the scholars were a little arrogant.

After Li Jingmo saw that his son had finished meeting Mr. Xu, he turned back to the topic, frowned and said to Xu Hongzhi: "Even Mr. Xu can't find out what the problem is, how can this be good." ”

Xu Hongzhi was a little ashamed at this time, his old friend trusted him, but he had a negative trust, and explained: "This person who does accounts is also a master of arithmetic, and the foolish brother is only a shallow learner, and it is really difficult to find out the loopholes in a short period of time. ”

Hearing this, Li Jingmo hurriedly said: "Sir, don't blame yourself, it's all to blame that old thing for making fake accounts." After that, he said angrily to the gray-robed middle-aged man standing aside at the door: "Wang Zhengkun, you are so bold, the old man handed over this shop to you to take care of, but you made a fake account to fool the old man!" ”

"Master, wronged, wronged, how dare the old slave deceive the master." When the gray-robed middle-aged man heard this, he immediately came over and bent down and cried.

Knowing that there is a problem with the accounts, Li Jingmo has no evidence, and people don't admit it, so he can't be beaten into a trick. Li Jingmo was very depressed in his heart.

"Dad, let the child look at the ledger!" At this time, Li Zexuan suddenly stepped forward and said. His own father can arrange two sentences in private, but he can't bear others to maliciously deceive his father, Li Zexuan still respects this father very much.

Seeing that the old man next to him wanted to fool his father with this number game, Li Zexuan suddenly couldn't help it, and sneered in his heart: Hmph, play math with the master, and the master will let you know why the flowers are so red today.

Hearing that his son wanted to help him, although Li Jingmo was moved in his heart, he couldn't help frowning and said, "Xuan'er, don't mess around, you know what to learn." ”

Mr. Xu couldn't find out the problem with the accounts, how could his son, who had never gone to school, do it.

"Dad, Master, his old man has not only taught children martial arts in the past eight years, but also taught children arithmetic and the art of things. Li Zexuan flickered.

Fortunately, his master is a master outside the world, and ordinary people rarely come into contact with him, and no one knows what his master will be.

Li Jingmo couldn't help but hesitate and said, "Then Xuan'er, you can try it." ”

Li Zexuan took the account book, walked to the counter next to him, and ordered, "Xiaoxi, come and grind ink for Young Master Ben." ”

In his previous life, although Li Zexuan's father was only a peasant with only a first Chinese background, he wrote very well with a brush, and when he was a child, the couplets at home were written by his father, and Li Zexuan also asked his father who taught him, and his father said that Li Zexuan's grandfather let him start practicing when he was a child. Therefore, although Li Zexuan did not attend any calligraphy interest classes when he was a child, he still practiced calligraphy for several years at the urging of his father, and the written characters can still be read.

That Wang Zhengkun saw that Li Zexuan was going to check the accounts, lowered his head beside him, a trace of sarcasm flashed in the corners of his eyes, and he sneered in his heart: "Hmph, this milky kid is so self-defeating, how can you notice that the old man has been doing accounts for so many years." ”

Xu Hongzhi also walked over with interest at this time, although he didn't believe that this young man was stronger than his own arithmetic ability, but this young man was the son of his friend, and he could give a little guidance on the side, so he should promote his juniors.