Pan Er came back to eat lunch and pay the account. Write down how much money is spent every day at the guild hall, where each one is spent, even if it is only a few pennies. Han Xiufeng transcribed the accounts of the past two days from Pan Er's account book to the new account book, the handwriting was neat, organized, and clear at a glance.

Since the automaton, three ledgers have been filled.

Counting the other current accounts of the guild hall, Han Xiufeng had to ask a carpenter to make two wooden boxes, one wooden box for account books, and one wooden box for money. Pan Er put away his account book, looked at Han Xiufeng, who was taking out the key to open the lock and take out the money from the box, and asked with a wicked smile: "Fourth brother, how much silver have we made since the renovation of the guild hall?" ”

It's so easy to make money by building a lot of buildings!

When buying things, there is no need to manage other people's favors, and there is no need to falsely report how much money was spent on what was bought, as long as you first find a more fair money bank to exchange the silver for copper coins, and then write down how much money you took a few taels of silver on a certain day of a certain month, what you bought with the money, where you bought it, or where you spent it.

Anyway, the copper coins on the market are light and heavy, how much copper is or how little, no one can say how much copper coins can be exchanged for one or two silvers, go to ten money villages can ask ten prices, and it is a price a day, may only be exchanged for 1,800 Wen, or it may be exchanged for 2,300 Wen or even more.

Thinking that he was now renovating the guild hall, and it seemed that he was also doing money exchange business with Qian Zhuang, Han Xiufeng couldn't help but say: "No matter what is going on in the past six months, money is becoming less and less valuable. Our money was changed early, things were bought late, and we lost a lot! ”

"Fourth brother, don't sell it, how much is the 'loss'?"

"I don't take stock, how do I know how much 'loss' I have, but there should be four or five hundred taels."

"Why is this 'loss'!"

"The guild hall is not a yamen, and the 'loss' is a lot of four or five hundred taels." Han Xiufeng stuffed the two pieces of money he had just taken out into his coat, and said with a smile: "And this is only half of the renovation, and when the hall is built, I will have to 'lose' a thousand taels of silver." ”

In the past few days in front of the courtyard on the west side of the hall, Pan Er set up a dragon gate array with Fugui every day, and after thinking that Fugui said that no matter what the silver of the yamen is used for, it would be good to have twenty taels of one hundred taels to be used in practice, so he felt that it was a real loss, and asked with a bitter face: "Fourth brother, your heart is too soft, why do you have to be in half." ”

"Half, what are you kidding!" Han Xiufeng locked the cash box and turned around: "You don't know, we now have to earn both silver and fame, and the guild hall must be built well, and it must be built beautifully." He said that Chongwenmen happened to be in charge of the courtyard of several convicts who had been raided a few years ago, and the tables, chairs, benches, calligraphy and paintings were long gone, but the walls, rockeries, and corridors that could not be moved were still there. Let's take a look when we have time someday, and if we think it's appropriate, we'll give us some money, and then call a coolie to dismantle it and transport it back. ”

"The cloister can also be demolished?" Pan Er asked with a smile.

"He said that as long as he looks at the whole year, by the way, he also said that there are dozens of pawnshops in the Internal Affairs Office, and there are more than a dozen courtyards that have been confiscated before, and several of them are full of some things that have been seized by the imperial court over the years, and the intact ones are not left today, all of them are defective, there are calligraphy and paintings, antiques, lacquerware, all kinds of messy ornaments, and there are also tables, chairs and benches."

"What do we want all that for?"

"What if you could turn waste into treasure?" Han Xiufeng sorted out the account book, picked up the list of Jinshi of Chongqing Mansion over the years copied from the provincial museum, looked at him with a smile and said: "I remember that you made a friend who specializes in helping people repair antique calligraphy and paintings during the Chinese New Year, and it seems that he is from Shandong. ”

Pan Er suddenly remembered that he had such a friend, and blurted out: "Huo Shenxing, from Jinan, Shandong, but I haven't seen him for a long time, and I don't know if he has returned to his hometown." ”

"I'll know when I have time to take a look, and besides, the capital is so big, not only will he do this, but if we can't find him, we can also find someone else. You are an expert in this kind of thing, go back and find a reliable one, and after finding it, we will take him to pick it up, and pick the ones that can be repaired and can be used in the hall, and we don't want to give away those that are not needed. ”

"That is, it doesn't cost money to pull it back, it costs money to repair it." The more Pan Er thought about it, the more excited he became, and he said with his eyebrows: "If you can find some useful old things, put them in the hall, although the house is newly built, it can also have a bit of antique tone, Master Ji, they seem to like this tone." ”

"That's what I thought too."

"This matter has to be done quickly, if it can be done, we can 'lose' more."

Pan Er was staring at the hall a few days ago, and it was rare to come back, so he didn't want to go back like this, he looked at the roster in Han Xiufeng's hand and asked curiously: "Fourth brother, what are you doing with this?" ”

"Didn't I tell you the day before yesterday in the guild hall that after the Xiangxian Temple is built, you have to worship the Xiangxian."

"Haven't you figured out who will enter and who won't?"

"I thought about it, I went to the northern half of the alley in the morning, and Master Ji also nodded."

"Master Ji nodded, why are you still worried?"

Han Xiufeng put down the roster and said with a smile: "I don't have to worry, it's just that Master Ji is kind, and he has to ask me to write letters to the descendants of those sages, and I want the descendants of those sages to accept my feelings, but I am not even familiar with the descendants of several sages in Ba County, let alone those in other states and counties." I don't know what people's names are, so how can I write this letter? ”

"I don't know, hurry up and inquire," Pan Er sat down at the desk and said with an envious face, "Fourth brother, this is a great favor, don't be ignorant!" ”

"What a big favor, it's not as simple as you think."

"Why isn't it easy?"

Han Xiufeng took out the draft list of sages and explained: "You don't want to think about it, who will enter the ancestral hall if sages like Zhou Huang Zhou and Wang Shu Wang don't enter the ancestral hall?" If I really write a letter to someone's descendants, not only will they not accept my affection, but they will think that I am trying to slap them up. ”

"That's right, but it's not just these sages, there are others!"

"Some people definitely want their ancestors to enter the Xiangxian Temple, but they will not accept my affection, you must know that we are talking about the famous eunuchs of the Xiangxian at this time, who can enter and who can't, not I can decide a Jiupin candidate inspection who donated his background. If I really write a letter to someone, they will definitely think that I want to use the construction of the village ancestral hall to cheat them out of money, and even if they don't think of me as a liar, they will think that I am trying to use this to trick them. ”

Pan Er said without thinking: "We want to slap them!" ”

Han Xiufeng was made laughable, patted the desk and said, "It's one thing to want to tie up, but it's another thing to be able to tie up." If you stammer, but you can't, it's better not to stutter. Although I, Han Zhixing, am only a nine-grade candidate from a donation to inspect the inspection, I am also a face-saving person, so I will not do this kind of hot face and cold butt thing. ”