In the afternoon, the warm sunlight sprinkled in front of the hall through the patio, although it was already late winter, although the windows were open, but there was a carbon stove in the corner, and there was no chill in the hall.

Around a specially made table of eight immortals, there are several coffee tables with various pastries and a few cups of leftover tea, and on the charcoal stove on the side, the lid of the small copper kettle is jingled by the steam top.

Qian Yuan leaned lazily on the chair, fiddling with his two hands flexibly, and holding a piece of persimmon in his mouth, "Speaking of which, Lao Ning's persimmons taste good, and they deserve to be a century-old brand." ”

"Zhancai, you are just a mouthful." Lu Yipeng muttered while touching the cards, "The dried fruits and mountain goods in Yuyao Ning's shop are famous in Songjiang." ”

The other two people at the table are Peng Feng and Yang Wen, the former was dragged to the table by Qian Yuan, and the latter came to report the latest warship transfer to Taizhou, and the result was also pulled up.

Peng Feng has always been taciturn, and although Yang Wen is steady, he talks and laughs with Qian Yuan on weekdays, and can't help laughing: "The Ning family's shop sent it is nothing more than to order sweet potato vines and artichokes." ”

"What do you want to do?"

"Hey, businessman for profit." Qian Yuan swallowed the persimmon cake and said hesitantly: "Forgot the dried sweet potatoes that I ate as a snack yesterday?" ”

"It's discerning."

Only Qian Yuan, Lu Yipeng, and Yang Wen could be heard on the table, and Peng Feng occasionally spoke, "Three." ”

"Eat one, three, four, five."

"Bump!"

"I've got all my cards out, and you're going to touch them again?" Qian Yuan was a little annoyed, "Brother Zizhi, it's okay to talk about the rules!" ”

Lu Yipeng, who was facing the door, smiled dryly and didn't say anything.

Qian Yuan grabbed three of them, and complained unstoppablely: "You had this problem in Suiyuan back then...... That is, Wen He is too busy, otherwise let him do it for you! ”

Huang Maoguan at the door vaguely remembered that when he was transferred back to Beijing at the beginning of this year to serve as a household servant, the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Six Departments all wrote a letter to impeach Qian Yuan, the imperial historian, for disrupting the government with cards.

Uh, Qian Yuan is a little wronged, he didn't go to the murderer when he killed someone, but he grabbed the blacksmith who made the knife and asked for the crime, what is the reason?

Guozijian, Guanglu Temple, Dali Temple, and even individual departments of the Ministry of Rites gather to rub hemp during work...... Could it be Qian Yuan's fault?

"Shao Si Nong." Lu Yipeng saw that Huang Maoguan had walked to the door, quickly got up and saluted, and said with a wry smile: "I was persecuted today, but I am only happy to accompany the exhibition." ”

It's quite tactful, the first thing is to throw the pot...... Qian Yuan turned his head with a smile, the smile on his face froze, not only Huang Maoguan, but also Chen Younian and Sun Ling all looked at him expressionlessly, and on their sides, Tang Shunzhi's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

During these days, Huang Maoguan and Chen Younian, as officials of the household department, took the officials and clerks to personally take stock of the accounts, and carefully inquired about the entire process of commerce, and they were very busy.

Before Sun Ling went south, he claimed to be competing with Qian Yuan to rub hemp, but after he arrived, he was busy smashing the back of his head with his heel, not to mention rubbing hemp, and he ate three mouthfuls and two bites.

As for Tang Shunzhi, well, after Ligang appeased Wang Zhi last year, he has been maintaining high-intensity work, and basically has no time to breathe.

Seeing this scene, who is angry?

It is now December, this is the busiest time of the year in Zhenhai, in addition to daily trade matters, but also to pay the household department in various places, prepare for the upcoming Ninghai trade, training and transfer of manpower, that is, Zhao Dahe, the county of Ninghai who has been in office for more than ten days, has been buried in Zhenhai County all day long.

Everyone is as busy as a dog, but you are comfortable, roasting the stove, drinking hot tea, eating snacks, and rubbing hemp!

Facing everyone's condemning eyes, Lu Yipeng showed a look of remorse on his face and quietly hid in the corner.

And Qian Yuan was a little thick-skinned, and laughed: "Today, the sages gather, and the humble house is really full of brilliance......

Chen Younian was speechless, this thing was arrested, why was he not ashamed at all, and he didn't even blush?

I'm sorry, I was assigned to the propaganda department in my previous life, and when I went to work, I rubbed hemp on the computer, and I was often caught by the leader, and it was just a routine operation.

Qian Yuan welcomed everyone in with a smile and asked his subordinates to bring hot tea, "Brother Wenhe, the county government will send people to Ninghai, there is no problem, right?" ”

"Understaffed." Sun Ling said dryly: "I heard that in the early days of trade, Zhancai personally went into battle, was a director during the day, and taught at night, so he quickly taught a group of people. ”

"Qian is just a manpower, but it can't be transferred to the government office." Qian Yuan looked at Tang Shunzhi, "Gong Jing Chuan, is it okay?" ”

When trade began last year, Qian Yuan went to inspect the houses of the government and county offices, and when he saw that the accounts were really unbearable, he gritted his teeth and taught in person.

I was busy like a dog during the day, and I had to go to class at night...... Facing a group of students with an almost rigid way of thinking, Qian Yuan really didn't want to live a second time like this.

Tang Shunzhi was too lazy to take care of Qian Yuan, turned his head to look at Peng Feng, "Bring a pen and paper." ”

Qian Yuan was stunned for a while, thought about it and looked at Huang Maoguan, "Lin Yuangong, is the inventory going well?" ”

"It's quite smooth, this bookkeeping method is different from that used by the household, but on the way south, Wenhe and Dengzhi talked about it in detail on the ship." Huang Maoguan's expression didn't see anything abnormal, "This year's account books have all been verified, the records are clear, and there are no mistakes." ”

Qian Yuan was self-made in his previous life, and at the beginning, even the accountant and cashier were all his own, and he was half an expert in this regard, and the accounting work in this era was far less cumbersome and complicated than in later generations.

Huang Maoguan continued: "These days, Dengzhi followed Jingchuan Gong and Wenhe once, regardless of the rest, the account books will be stored in five copies in the future, stored in Ningbo Mansion and Zhenhai County, and submitted to the governor of Zhejiang, one copy of the Beijing household department, and one copy of the inspection of the imperial history, which will be checked every March, and the accounts will be kept in December every year. ”

"Patrol the Imperial History?" Sun Ling looked at Qian Yuan in surprise, "Zhejiang Patrol Imperial History?" ”

"It's not." Huang Maoguan shook his head and said: "After returning to Beijing, Huang wants to write a book, please set up a separate inspection of the imperial history and Ningbo Zhenhai, specifically for commercial affairs. ”

Lu Yipeng glanced at Qian Yuan, which coincided with his thoughts.

"I left Beijing in October, and now it's December." Huang Maoguan rubbed his eyebrows, "When Ninghai is finished, we will leave for Beijing immediately." ”

Sun Ling's face was like a bitter melon, "Zhao Daoyuan is pulling people in the county government every day these days, and there are really not so many people!" ”

"Didn't you pay attention a long time ago?" Qian Yuan said disdainfully: "Those little officials in the county government are all proficient, teach every day, and they will soon ......."

"I'm busy every day, how can I have time?" Sun Ling said angrily: "You have free time, but you are hiding here to rub hemp!" ”

"What do you mean by hiding here and rubbing hemp...... This is Qianfu, how can it be called hiding? Qian Yuanzui retorted stiffly: "It's just that I have stolen half a day of leisure, I have solved a big trouble in the past few days, I am in a good mood, and I see that my brother is bored, so this is ......."

"Isn't that right?" Chen Younian interrupted: "Zi Zhishi just said that he was dragged to the table by you." ”

Lu Yipeng tried to shrink into the corner.

"Besides, if you're in a good mood, you have to rub the hemp?"

Tang Shunzhi, who was writing with a pen, turned his head and said, "In June last year, in Linhai County, Mr. Fushan and others came to the door, and they all closed their doors to show their talents, and they were sad and lost, and they only rubbed hemp all day long and did not ask about foreign affairs. ”

Huang Maoguan couldn't help laughing, "If you're in a good mood, you're in a bad mood, and if you're in a bad mood, you're ......."

Qian Yuan was speechless, that time was just a pretext, Wang Yin, He Xinyin, and Shen Mingchen came to the door one after another, and at that time, he was secretly swordsmanship with Hu Zongxian.

This time I was really in a good mood, my father Qian Rui swore that he would no longer have worries, could he be in a bad mood?

Qian Yuan turned his head and glared at Lu Yipeng, you are a bad friend...... Isn't it that you are bored after lunch and talk about rubbing hemp?

At this time, Tang Shunzhi had already put down his pen and handed the paper with the ink not drying to Huang Maoguan, "Go back to Beijing this time and hand it over to the ministry." ”

Huang Maoguan looked at a few lines and said in shock: "Why did Brother Yixiu return to his hometown?" ”