Chapter Twenty-Six: Weigh a Pound of Meat

Gently wiping the dust off the scroll, Chen Ping spread out the scroll and swept his eyes.

Italic characters are very beautiful and neat, and most of them can barely be recognized, but it is a little difficult to distinguish the meaning of the words through just a few abbreviated words.

After all, it is not the line of liberal arts and sciences, and there are still big difficulties in Chen Ping's words and sentences, but Chen Ping is not stunned in other aspects.

"In this arrangement, the paper is too much." The characters on the scroll are arranged in order from top to bottom and from right to left, and this typesetting method is left from bamboo slips, nearly a thousand years, and the habit is still there. There are a lot of blanks inside, and if you want to directly rummage through the content of the volume, you have to start from scratch, Chen Ping feels that this can actually be changed.

Especially for Chen Yuanliang, who works in Hucao, if it is replaced with a linear book from left to back, from top to bottom, and then combined with the above form, the paperwork can definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort.

"You can't read, why are you so interested in this?" Chen Yuanliang said with a smile, "If you want to read and write, you don't need to ask the master, I can teach you." ”

"If I say that I know most of the words on it, will you believe it, Brother Yuanliang?" Chen Ping casually picked up a few pieces of hemp paper on the table and walked to the couch, "I have a way to make it more convenient for Brother Yuanliang to register your hand-to-hand accounts in the future." ”

At this time, the processing method of documents such as hand real accounts is a little cumbersome, all of which are rolled up in the township, pasted together, and then stamped with state and county seals on the gaps. There are nearly 100 households in one mile, with an average of more than 20 rows per household, and the amount of paper required is very large in terms of 14 lines per piece of paper.

However, there is a lot of blank waste, which is not only not cost-effective, but also looks quite inconvenient in the account books.

Imagine if you draw a table and transcribe it in the format of a later table, with the head of the household being the head of the household and the age being the age, rather than being listed separately, it would seem to be clear at a glance.

Office efficiency will be greatly improved, just follow the style input when transcribing. It not only saves manpower, but also saves time, and will save a lot of paper, which can be counted in one fell swoop.

Listening to Chen Ping's description of the benefits of thread-bound books and changing his writing habits, Chen Yuanliang was really moved. As he often saw the county's documents, and personally participated in the registration and transcription of household registration, Chen Yuanliang felt that Chen Ping's opinion was feasible.

"That's it." Chen Ping folded the hemp paper in his hand, tore it open, pressed it in one place, and pressed the edge, "Sew this place with twine, and then write it inside, according to the way I just said." ”

Chen Yuanliang got off the bed, studied the ink, lifted a brush, dipped it in ink, pressed it on the inkstone, and wrote it.

The shape is square, the strokes are straight, and the hand is good.

"It's possible, but I'm not used to writing at first." Chen Yuanliang wrote a few lines, and found that the blank space was indeed less than the original way of writing, and under Chen Ping's instructions, he drew another form, which was roughly registered according to the actual needs of the hand, "Your method of calling the form is special, it is clear at a glance, and it is really useful." ”

"Is it possible to help Brother Yuan Liang change from a temporary worker to a regular worker?" This is Chen Ping's purpose, "Didn't you invite County Lieutenant Li?" You can ask him to tell him how to do it one more time. ”

"Temporary workers? Regular worker? Chen Yuanliang was still pondering the form, and he didn't pay much attention to the two words that Chen Ping came up with, "This is not in a hurry, I have to discuss it with my grandfather, and then decide." ”

Chen Ping nodded, Chen Yuanliang's plan is correct, he has been working in Hucao for more than 20 years, and he will always have some connections.

The future is promising, Chen Yuanliang couldn't sleep well this night, tossed and turned on the bed, woke up Chen Ping for a while, asked about the form, got up again after a while, lit the oil lamp, and tore hemp paper there.

"It's so hard to get a good night's sleep." Chen Ping rolled up the quilt, turned sideways, and continued to sleep.

Early the next morning, Chen Ping got up early, Chen Yuanliang slept soundly with hemp paper, and did not call him. After Chen Ping washed, he ate the porridge made by Chen's mother and said goodbye to his aunt and uncle.

Xue Fucai's cattle should have been sent to the butcher's shop, Chen Ping didn't wait for him, he went to the county and city to buy some items, spent a penny to ask the owner of a shop for a wooden stick, took two hemp ropes, tied the goods, put them on his shoulder, and swayed out of the city gate.

More than ten pounds of goods, Chen Ping didn't feel too tired, it was all exercise. More than ten miles away, Chen Ping walked like this, and it only took half an hour to enter the village.

"Oops, isn't this my eldest nephew, who came back from shopping in the city?" Aunt Li was standing in the village, basking in the sun, chatting with a few women about the parents, and when she saw Chen Ping coming with the goods, her voice immediately opened, "It's really capable, no wonder you can make that zigyuan plow and make a lot of money, right?" I bought meat, and this is not a festival. ”

As she spoke, Aunt Li walked over, her eyes glancing at the goods on both ends of Chen Ping's shoulders, and several women who were usually chattering constantly also surrounded her.

"Hurry up and rest, it's more than ten miles away, you must be tired when you come back with such things, look, you're sweating, if you have to get cold again, you have to sell your house." It's babbling in pieces, and it feels awkward when the words stop.

Aunt Li stretched out her hand and rummaged through the goods, and exclaimed, "Oh, you really made a lot of money." There's a lot of meat here, you have to have a pound, and there are bones, this is a stew? lotus root, and a piece of lard...... What are you buying this fishing net for...... What is this white thing? ”

Chen Ping put down the goods, let Aunt Li and a few people watch, after a while, seeing that it went on like this, the hands with black stains in the nails were going deep into the cheese, Chen Ping hurriedly shouted: "Come on, aunts be careful, I have been on the road for two hours, my stomach is still hungry, and I am in a hurry to go home for dinner." The contents of the jar cost 100 yuan, and if it is spilled and dirty, it will be compensated. ”

As he spoke, Chen Ping picked up the wooden stick, and there was a loud noise, and Aunt Li hurriedly let go of her hands and retreated, for fear of ruining things.

Looking at the back of Chen Ping entering the village, listening to the tinkling of the clay pot, Aunt Li's eyes didn't move for a while: "This Chen Lao Er gave birth to a good son, I heard that the chief gave him a few silk horses, and there must still be rewards in this county." ”

"No, the price of the quyuan plough is not cheap." One of the women then choked, "The idea was conceived by this baby, can the blacksmith not give him some?" ”

"I haven't heard of any rewards in the county?"

"Look at what you said, his family has money and shows it to you?"

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Several women were chattering here, with envy or jealousy, but Chen Ping carried the goods into the courtyard.

"Brother, what delicious food did you bring back?" There was a ladder in the courtyard, Chen's father was picking up the old thatched roof, Chen An was handing the reeds below, and when he saw Chen Ping, he immediately threw down the reeds and ran over.

"Duck duck, brother give you duck duck." Chen Zhen grabbed a little wild duck in one hand, screamed crookedly, and ran at the same time.

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PS: Continue to ask for collections, brothers~Give me blessings~