On the night when the third brother took Wushu Gongzi to face the saint, I woke up in the middle of the night, and I couldn't remember what I dreamed of, obviously I was dreaming. I sat up, got out of bed, sat down at the table, and poured myself a glass of water.

"Is the master thirsty?" Otoku asked in a daze.

"Not thirsty." I woke up refreshed.

"Huh?" Yique was completely awake and sat up from the couch, "Master, are you awake?" ”

"Nonsense, or who are you talking to?"

"Ah, I thought you were dreaming again."

"You sleep on yours, leave me alone."

"If you don't sleep, I'll have to be tossed by you sooner or later." Otochi yawned and crawled up.

"That's right, then get up and sing me a song."

"What do you want to hear?"

"Sing whatever you want."

Otoki lit the lamp and cleaned up the bed, humming a song.

The voice of the children's voice has not faded very well.

When it was almost time to clean up, the song stopped, "Master, do you want to freshen up?" ”

"No, in case I get sleepy again for a while, I'll be in vain."

"Then I'll give you a huddle."

"Okay."

I sat on the wooden pier of the dresser and waited for her to comb my hair.

The Otoku movement was very gentle, and the mouth hummed a tune softly, softly, lightly.

"What's this tune?"

"The music I learned in the building to make people sleep." Otochi replied.

"Remember."

"That's all I can sing to my master."

"So eighteen or something?"

"Uh-I didn't learn, and I was bought back by my master before I learned."

"I learned this from a little girl."

"I'll sing you a Du Shi Niang." I came to be interested, "Shi Niang, Du Shi Niang, holding a treasure chest, jumped into the rolling Yangtze River, and never saw me again, ah~" I only remember this sentence.

"Who is Du Shi Niang?"

To show that I'm not trying to make up the word count—

I briefly told Yique the story of Du Shi Niang's angry sinking of the treasure chest.

Yique sighed: "Du Shi Niang is a little stupid. She took out some more silver taels early, so Li Jia wouldn't sell her. ”

"That's not a head, the silver taels will run out sooner or later." Hibiscus suddenly spoke, startling the two of us.

"When did you get up?"

"You woke up when you sang Du Shi Niang, and you heard the whole story."

"The eighth day of the first month!"

"Yes." The voice of the eighth day of the first month was flat and waveless, and it sounded in the outhouse.

"You're all awake, haha."

"Hmm." Hachihachi responded loudly and entered the house, holding a basin of hot water in his hand.

"Then what should you do about Du Shi Niang?"

"With that money, what's the use of a man?" Chu Ha twisted the handkerchief and handed it to me to wipe his face.

Hibiscus took another basin, poured hot water, and washed his face.

"If you're sleepy, go back to sleep."

"Do you have any other stories to tell?" Otoku yawned.

I thought about it, I don't know if "Strange Tales" can pass the review, forget it.

"I can't remember it yet."

"It's going to be another hour of dawn," Hibiscus said, glancing at the sky, "Are you hungry?" ”

I touched my stomach, "I'm not hungry." ”

"And you're going to read the ledger?" The eighth day of junior high school continued to ask.

It's how much I want to keep sleeping......

"Today's decoction is better to let Doctor Zhu add the drowsy herbs, and add less." I sighed.

"I'll go see what's on the stove and make you a supper." Hibiscus took a wind lantern and left.

"Who's out tonight?" I asked.

"Don't toss them," Hachi began, "Let's clear the books we've accumulated." As he spoke, he moved the ledger from the western study.

Otochi brushed my hair, and her movements became slower and slower.

"Put her in my bed." I whispered.

The eighth day of the first month caught the second bird who was almost unable to stand, picked it up and sent it to the bed, and gently covered the quilt, put the bed curtain, and extinguished the glass lamp at the head of the bed.

I looked at the account book, a little sleepy: "It's almost the end of the year, I don't know what the situation is this year, the household department should be better this year, except for the snow, there is no other item." ”

"Don't worry about the household, you are worried about some financial roads, seeing that the New Year is over, this year's dividends under your subordinates will make your purse bleed greatly. Hot Spring Zhuangzi is your own private property, although the manpower and material resources spent are a little bit of a loss of paper from the saint, and a little effort from the Ministry of Industry, but the money is really taken from your account......"

I instantly had the spirit, "It's okay, I still have Yu Junshen's private property, it's free money." At this point, I paused, "Have the proceeds of Los Angeles' accounts been cleared?" ”

"It's a bit of a problem." The eighth year of junior high school sat next to me and looked through the accounts.

"Where?" I looked up.

"Here, here." The eighth finger of the first month showed me, "Only one day before and after, the purchase price has doubled?" There is also silk, why is the selling price twice as low as the purchase price, isn't this a loss of money? ”

"The shelf life of that dye is only that long, and after that day, we have to replace it with another one, and the raw materials of the substitute variety are shipped from southern Xinjiang. As for the silk silk sold to the local people, of course, it is cheaper, and the silk produced in Los Angeles is expensive to ensure the enthusiasm of silkworm farmers to raise silkworms, and the selling price is for me to see, and the silk is mainly sold to western and southern Xinjiang. I see? ”

"But the bill doesn't record the income of the silk." The eighth day of the first month flipped through the account books.

"It's winter now, and fools wear light silk fabrics for the winter, and if they want to see the income, go through the account book income of this spring and summer."

The eighth day of the first month suddenly realized.

"And here—here, here......"

Until dawn, the account book of Los Angeles in the eighth year of the eighth year of junior high was clearly explained-I still hadn't moved what I had on hand...... But everything is worth it, give the account of Luocheng to Chu Baqing, I will tidy up one less city in the future, and I can hold back my temper and not stick a knife in Yu Junshen's back, I am already very good.

I ate a lot of snacks made by hibiscus, and when the soup was eaten, I was not allowed to make breakfast.

Yiqi woke up yawning and sat up in a daze, "Master, are you awake?" ”

"I've got all my makeup done."

Yique shook his head and woke up, "Master, why don't you wake me up!" ”

After speaking, Malier got up, picked up the mattress, took out the new futon and laid it out, "Master, I'll go get it to dry." ”

The silly girl fell asleep and thought it was noon.

"I didn't eat breakfast, where are you going to dry the futon?"

Yique, who was holding the futon, was stunned, "Isn't it noon?" ”

"Think again." Hibiscus put on my makeup and laughed at her.

Chu Ba whispered his calculations, crackling, crackling, and looking up, "You fell asleep after listening to Du Shi Niang, and almost fell to the ground, I will hold you and put you on the princess's bed." ”

"Ahh

"Your master I'm going out, if you want to follow, hurry up and freshen up, I'll be fine right away."

"I'm going, I'm going to buy a shoe sample for Brother Twelve!"

Otochi quickly put the futon in his arms and trotted to freshen up.

By the time Hibiscus put the last flower on my hairpin, Otojaku was already standing behind me with my snow fox robe in my arms.

"Change the robe," I sighed, "I don't want this." ”

"Where are you going?" The eighth question of the first month.

"Recently, the storyteller in the teahouse has changed the script, and I'll listen to the excitement."

Hearing this, the eighth day of the first month went out, "I'll book a private room first, and you go out with the month." ”

"If you go to book, then what surprises will there be, I'm afraid that the storyteller won't come out. You and Hibiscus haven't slept well, so stay in the house and rest, and you don't have to prepare food at noon. ”

The eighth year of junior high school and the hibiscus glanced at each other, but the eighth year of junior high school was still not at ease, "I'll go and see how they arranged it for the third year of junior high school, only bring the month, I'm afraid it's not enough." ”

"I don't have to rest, let's follow the master."

"I'm just going to listen to a book, there won't be any big problems, why are you like a big enemy."

"The people of Western Xinjiang should not be underestimated." Chu Hachi spoke with a calm face.

"I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm just afraid of what happens." Hibiscus opened her mouth to persuade.

"Forget it, don't go out." I was so frustrated.

"It's okay for you to take more people out of the house." Hibiscus persuaded again.

"Yes, the twelfth brother said that he hadn't been out for a long time, and he was in a hurry."

"Then call more, it's better to go and wrap up the teahouse."

"What's the point," I said, sitting back on my back on my bed, "who would dare to tell the princess gossip about the princess?" ”

"Then you'd better look at the ledger." The eighth day of the first month lowered his eyes.

"Master, there has been a new play in the Jingzhong Theater recently, do you want to go to the play?" Otoku came up with an idea.

"Talented and beautiful, don't talk about it, I can play a hundred and eighty by myself."