After a while, Wang Hongtai went to the room first, and then the housekeeper Zhang Wenguang hurriedly entered the room and bowed and said, "Young master, what are your orders?"

Zhang Mu got up and looked at Zhang Wenguang, Zhang Wenguang in front of him was in his forties, wearing a green cotton robe, wearing a small hat, his old face was full of the vicissitudes of time, maybe he was a little tired today, with a bit of tiredness.

"Uncle Wen Guang, how many years have you been in the mansion?" Zhang Mu asked.

"Back to the young master, it's been four years, right?" Zhang Wenguang said politely with a bow.

Zhang Mu had a good impression of him, once Aunt Zhou punished Zhang Mu for fasting, and Zhang Wenguang secretly stuffed Zhang Mu with half a rice cake.

"You've always been in charge of the accounts in the house?" Zhang Mu then asked.

"The small flat rì is only responsible for accounting and collecting rent, and the other transactions in the house are all taken care of by the shopkeeper Yao?" Zhang Wenguang replied honestly.

"Okay, you send someone to inform Shopkeeper Yao and tell him that I want to check the accounts? Also, you brought the account books of the last two years in the house?" Zhang Mu said lightly.

"Young Master, ......?" Zhang Wenguang's face was embarrassed, and he was thinking about how to pass the buck.

Zhang Mu sneered: "What? Are you going to invite the patriarch?"

"Don't you dare, don't dare, go get the little one?" After speaking, Zhang Wenguang hurriedly turned around and retreated.

"Muzhi, you should have a good rest and check the accounts?" Wang Hongtai asked puzzled.

"Mr. doesn't know, seven things to open the door, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea? Zhang Chi's heart to seize my family business is known to passers-by, and now that Aunt Zhou has returned to heaven, if I don't give Zhang Chi a dismount today, I'm afraid that my rì son will be even more sad than before?" Zhang Mu gritted his teeth and said.

When Wang Hongtai heard this, he was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but glance at Zhang Mu again? As a child who is only twelve or thirteen years old, this Zhang Mu is inevitably a little too mature.

"Songwen, call me a few Chinese characters, and wait for me outside with a stick and rope? Go quickly!" Immediately after, Zhang Mu shouted again.

"Okay young master?" Songwen immediately went down to do it, and after a while, several big men were already standing outside the door to obey orders.

At this time, Zhang Wenguang had already put a stack of account books on the table, bowed his waist and said: "All the accounts in the past two years have been here, and the little one has sent someone to inform the shopkeeper Yao." Young master, wait. ”

"Well, Uncle Wen Guang, I don't know much about the situation in the mansion, so it's better for you to tell me about the situation first." Zhang Mu smiled slightly.

"Young master, we have three Zhuangzi outside the city, about more than ten hectares of land, and the annual rent is 1,130 stones, and the current grain in the treasury is less than 3,000 stones, and the annual expenditure in the house is about 900 stones......." Zhang Wenguang picked up the account book and read it.

"Wait, there are more than ten hectares of land at home, which is more than 1,000 acres, and an average of one acre of land only harvests one stone of grain. Uncle Wen Guang, are you fooling me?" Zhang Mu struggled to sit up, glared at Zhang Wenguang and said.

"Young master, where does the slave have the guts? This acre of land has to pay an average tax of seven to eight liters, and give the tenants half a grain, and then count the consumption, which adds up to this number. Zhang Wenguang hurriedly bowed and said.

"Hehe, Uncle Wen Guang, I have always been honest and reliable, do you really think I am a scholar? Let's not talk about the mountain field, the medium field, and the ripe field in Zhangzhuang outside the city are two kinds a year, and the chūn flowers are planted, and the rice is three stones a year, and the chūn flowers are one stone, at least four stones, even if the tenants you are looking for are stupid and lazy, then at least three stones of grain will be collected? Even if you put away taxes and rents and other consumption, at least two stones per mu of land will be collected, and just now I saw that my Zhang's first-class land in your account book totals more than 470 mu, and this item alone is almost on top of your figure in a year. If you count Nakata and Yamada, how dare I weave a thousand stone for me?" Zhang Mu threw the account book in his hand Zhang Wenguang's face, and scolded angrily.

Zhang Wenguang was speechless at the moment, and hurriedly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

"Speaking of expenses, even if the government collects 1,000 stone a year in rent, you actually give me 900 stone a year! Nine hundred stones!! Does the house eat gold or silver every day? Even if we eat openly, 900 stone of grain will eat into your stomach, but how can I feel that I have never eaten enough?" Zhang Mu continued to say angrily.

At this moment, even Wang Hongtai, who has never asked about the world, frowned, this account is indeed very problematic.

"Little, young master, the expenses in the house have been really large over the years, and the middle hall has been repaired, and the backyard ,......。" Zhang Wenguang hurriedly explained.

"Fart! Are you Shen Wanshan repairing Nanjing City to Long Live Lord? Repair a broken hall and add a backyard, it took half a year to share, and it was a man in the village, but you can tell me, why did it cost 900 stones?" Zhang Mu jumped to his feet and scolded.

"This, the specific things in this are all ordered by the wife, the small, the small one is just a slave ......."

"Hahahaha, Zhang Wenguang, Zhang Wenguang, what a minion! Is it really going to be turned upside down? Don't blame your wife for all this matter, aren't you afraid that your wife will turn into a ghost in the middle of the night and come to you? Okay, even if your wife instructed you to do it, do you know what kind of crime it is to deceive the grain according to the "Da Ming Law"? Now that my wife has died, the government will not treat her well, how many heads do you have?" Zhang Mu sneered.

"Even if you don't deceive the hidden field grain, these grains that disappear for no reason are in your pocket, and this sin is more serious than deceiving the hidden field grain. Mr. Wang, you will go to the government in a while, and I will see how Zhang Zhixian cleans up your deceitful minion. Zhang Mu drank angrily.

Wang Hongtai naturally understood, and walked outside.

"Young master, young master, spare your life?" At that moment, Zhang Wenguang knelt on the ground with a puff and kowtowed vigorously to beg for mercy.

"Spare you? Why should Lao Tzu spare you? Do you have merit or hard work? No wonder you have been walking with the wind all these years, this is to rebel!" Zhang Mu shouted angrily.

"Young master, wronged, this, this is all instructed by the wife, and most of the surplus grain in the village every year is given to the second master. The little one just obeyed the orders and begged the young master to spare his life. Zhang Wenguang hurriedly said.

"My second uncle Zhang Chi?" Zhang Muda glanced at Wang Hongtai meaningfully, and immediately asked.

"It's the second master, the little one doesn't dare to talk nonsense?" Zhang Wenguang said hurriedly.

"You get up first. Get me the real books right now? Don't you want to fool me?" Speaking of this, Zhang Mu took out an account book from the edge of the couch and threw it on the table.

This account book was found by Zhang Mu in Zhang Ran's study, and it was the account of Zhang Ran when he was reincarnated, Zhang Wenguang saw this, and knew in his heart that this could not be fooled, so he hurriedly bowed his waist and said: "Yes, yes, yes."

"Okay, call me in to Yao Xingdeng." Zhang Mu said.

Yao Xingdeng, who was standing in the courtyard, carried his hands behind his back, looked at the busy people around him, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Aunt Zhou's departure, the owner changed greatly, he wanted to ask Zhang Chi for instructions, but Zhang Chi happened to be sent out to buy funeral expenses, and he was at a loss for a while.

At this time, Zhang Wenguang walked out of the wing room like a frosted eggplant and said, "The young master called you in."

"Lao Zhang, what's wrong with you?" Yao Xingdeng asked.

"Hey, don't mention it? This young owner is clear, can you be careful?" Zhang Wenguang reminded him, and glanced at a few strong men standing outside the door.

"Afraid of what? There is a second master to call the shots for us, and the sky can't fall. Yao Xingdeng said this, first, to comfort Lao Zhang, and secondly, to comfort himself, how much ability can a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child have?

As he spoke, Yao Xingdeng pushed open the door of the room.

When I looked up, Zhang Muyi was beside Chuang, flipping through the account book in his hand, and he didn't look at him.

He had seen Zhang Mu, he had often come to the house before, Zhang Mu was crazy and stupid at that time, and he was sloppy and sloppy in the rì, but when he saw it today, it made him a little trance.

At this moment, Zhang Mu has hair tied on his head, clean and neat, with a round face, a tall nose, red lips and white teeth, which is really cute at first glance.

"Young Master?" Yao Xingdeng smiled and bowed his waist.

"Shopkeeper Yao, may you be seated?" Zhang Mu put the account book to the side, got up and smiled.

"I heard that the young master was almost killed last night, and the little one wanted to come to the young master early this morning to say goodbye, but there were some things in the store, so I couldn't get out?" Yao Xingdeng said with a pleasant smile.

Zhang Mu looked up at him, Yao Xingdeng was wearing a gray sè group collar shirt and a scarf, he was about fifty years old, but his face was well maintained.

"Shopkeeper Yao lived there before he came to my Zhang Mansion." Zhang Mu asked.

"Hehe, young master, I have been living in Lishui City before." Yao Xingdeng said with a smile.

"Chuzhou is a good place for personal excellence, the hometown of the famous and sincere uncle. Then how did Shopkeeper Yao get to my house?" Zhang Mu asked with a smile.

"The little one was a pawnshop in Chuzhou at first, and then he met the second master of Chi, so he incorporated the small one into his silk village. A few years later, the shopkeeper of the Young Master's Mansion couldn't afford to be seriously ill, so the second master let the little one go to the Young Master's Mansion to take care of the outside business, and it has been four years. Yao Xingdeng smiled proudly.

"It seems that Shopkeeper Yao has been in business all his life, and I believe in my aunt's vision. Do you have the account books?" Zhang Mu asked.

"Back to the young master, the little one heard the summons of the young master, so he came in a hurry, and the account book is still in the main store. The little one has already been ordered to be fetched. Yao Xingdeng replied with a smile.

"In this way, you see that this wife has died, I am blind to the family's industry, dare to ask if the shopkeeper Yao has been in a bad situation in the past few years, and it is difficult to do business?" Zhang Mu smiled?

"The young master also knows that most of our business is based on cloth villages, pawnshops, and grain farms. It's been a bit of a tough time in the past few years. The benefits are really not very good. Yao Xingdeng said with a wry smile.

"By the way, Shopkeeper Yao, how much salary do you get in my Zhang Mansion a year?" Zhang Mu asked?

"When I first came, my wife gave me 20 yuan of treasure money, 50 stone of brown rice, and the government should reimburse the government for the use of the carriage and horses. Last year, my wife gave it to 40 koko, 50 stone brown rice. Yao Xingdeng said with a smile.

When Zhang Mu heard this, he nodded slightly and smiled: "It seems that Mr. Yao has worked hard and made great achievements, and his wife really likes it very much." Then he shouted, "Steward Zhang, you come in."

At this time, Zhang Wenguang hurriedly came in and asked, "Young Master, what are your orders?"

"In this way, you go to the treasury to advance 100 yuan of treasure money and 100 stones of fine rice to Shopkeeper Yao." Zhang Mu said with a smile.

Yao Xing and the others were overjoyed when they heard this, and hurriedly got up and said, "Thank you, young master."

"Hehe, Shopkeeper Yao is polite. You don't need to thank me. Our master and servant have a game, and this friendship still needs to be talked about. However, from now on, Zhangfu's business will not bother Shopkeeper Yao, and ask Shopkeeper Yao to find another way. Zhang Mu smiled faintly.

"Young Master, what does this mean?" Yao Xingdeng was startled and got up and asked.

"Didn't I already understand everything? You see that this business is getting more and more difficult every year, and I, a scholar, am really too lazy to participate in these? Shopkeeper Yao has worked hard in the past few years. Zhang Mu sneered.

"Young master, I was invited by the second master, besides, what's wrong with me Yao Xingdeng? Why did the young master dismiss me?" Yao Xingdeng immediately said angrily.

"Shopkeeper Yao, why don't I understand what you say? The implication is that the second master has the final say in the sale of my Zhang Mansion? As for why you asked me why I fired you, don't you know better than I do?" Zhang Mu sneered.

"You! You! I'll go find the second master! Yao Xingdeng immediately said angrily.

"Come on, tie up this bold minion for me, don't you have a shame? Well, let's settle the new accounts and the old accounts together! Zhang Mu suddenly got up and said angrily, but it only affected the wound on his leg, and Zhang Mu grinned in pain.

"Young master, can't you do this?" Zhang Wenshan hurriedly said.

"Songwen, are you dead?" Zhang Mu suddenly shouted.

At this time, Songwen, who was waiting outside the door, rushed in with a few servants in the house, and tied up Yao Xingdeng without saying a word.

"Hang me from the tree outside!" Zhang Mu roared angrily.

Songwen saw that the young master was powerful, where did he dare to say anything? Dragging Yao Xingdeng to kill pigs hung on the tree, and a few stunned post-students immediately opened the bow left and right, and the backyard instantly was the same as killing pigs.

Such a big movement naturally alarmed the people in the front yard, Zhang Chi just came back, and before he had time to rest, he hurried to the backyard.

Seeing this scene, I was stunned for a moment.

"Zhang Mu, what are you doing here?" Zhang Chi suddenly shouted angrily.

"Help me up." After saying that, Songwen helped Zhang Mu to stand up: "It turned out to be the second uncle, didn't you see me teaching the subordinates in the mansion?"

"Second master, save me,......。" When Yao Xingdeng saw Zhang Chi, he seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Hit me hard!" Zhang Mu suddenly said angrily.

At this time, the old patriarch also hurried over with a group of people, thinking that something big had happened, and they were instantly stunned when they saw this scene.

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