In the sixteenth year of Liang Tiankang, Wei Guo's proton son Ning was killed in Qi, and in September of the following year, Wei borrowed 200,000 troops from Chen to conquer Daqi, and the troubled times began.

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In the nineteenth year of Tiankang, early autumn.

The blue sky, the yellow grass is boundless, the slanting sun is like residual blood, and the wild geese are moving south.

The early autumn is the time when the wind is refreshing, the long grass on both sides of the official road is light and yellow, the wind is like waves, and the sunset is like blood in the distance, which is poetic and picturesque.

On the official road, a donkey cart was moving slowly, and on the carriage was a young man in cloth clothes of eighteen or nineteen, with a young man in a black and thin Confucian robe, lying in the pile of parcels on the car, letting the donkey pull forward, following behind a group of merchants, but it was not very pleasant.

The young man stuffed the preserved fruit into the young man's mouth and his own mouth as he looked at the sunset. "Brother Yong, it's been almost two months since I left, when will I get to Liangdu?"

"Come on, sit down. Yong glanced at Ye Ziyi, waved his hand, and sent her away, with a big mouth, but he was waiting for her to feed.

The Yong Yong replied with long black hair tied back his head, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, two looming dimples on his white face, and a brown and yellow short cloth coat, but it was very different from what Ye Ziyi saw in Gongzi's mansion.

Ye Ziyi threw a preserved peach into Yong's mouth and said depressedly. "I'm tired of looking at this grass all day long. ”

Yong didn't say anything, and continued to open his mouth to wait for food, Ye Ziyi threw the last piece of preserved fruit in the handkerchief into his mouth, shook the empty handkerchief, and said vaguely. "It's gone. ”

"Tsk, buy less. Seeing that there was nothing to eat, Yong closed his eyes and was about to pretend to be asleep again.

Ye Ziyi didn't bother to say more, looking at the clear sky full of colors, she was also stunned.

During the war, there were few pedestrians on the avenue, Ye Ziyi and Yongzi bid farewell to Qu Gong and went down to Donghua Mountain, and walked for more than a month before finally catching up with this caravan.

The scale of this caravan is not small, more than a dozen carts, there are thirty or forty guards, Ye Ziyi has nothing to do, nesting on the donkey cart and looking at those swordsmen who are riding donkeys or bulls, and always feel that the painting style is a little weird.

The caravan walked slowly, and the general chose the camp at dusk to set up camp, Yong got out of the car and chatted with an old man in the convoy, Ye Ziyi had nothing to do, so he walked around the edge of the camp.

As she walked, she suddenly heard a cry beside a large car, the cry was low and soft, and it seemed to be a child's voice.

After turning to the carriage, Ye Ziyi finally found the source of the voice, but it turned out to be a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, who was wiping his tears behind the carriage, this young man was very thin, with a slight sallow on his face, seeing Ye Ziyi looking at him, the young man wiped his tears, got up and left, when he passed by Ye Ziyi, he raised his red eyes and glanced at her, lowered his head and walked away quickly.

"Smack!"

A roll of bamboo slips is falling at Ye Ziyi's feet, she picked it up and looked, but it was all some crooked symbol-like things, after looking at it for a while, she finally understood that this bamboo slip was engraved with Liang Guo characters, and all the daily accounts were recorded, but the person who carved the words was not good at craftsmanship, and it was unrecognizable for a while.

Ye Ziyi saw that the child was still walking forward with his head down, and shouted. "Hey, you've dropped something. ”

The young man stiffened, turned around and looked at the bamboo slip, pursed his lips tightly, and moved to Ye Ziyi's side for a long time, bent down and lowered his head with a bitter face, and took the bamboo slip with both hands.

Seeing that the young man stared at the bamboo slip in his hand and turned into tears, Ye Ziyi was a little unbearable and asked him. "Is there anything difficult about the little brother?"

The young man pinched the bamboo slip in his hand, raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes. "The kid is incompetent, I really can't understand this account, and if I can't calculate it today, I'm afraid I'm going to be demoted to a handyman. ”

"This is not that difficult," Ye Ziyi saw the young man holding a pair of red rabbit eyes and staring at her beggingly, she couldn't help sighing, and reached out to take the bamboo slip. "Follow me. ”

The two walked to a campfire, Ye Ziyi took a closer look at the bamboo slips by the firelight, and found that the notes here were all fixed for the monthly caravan, as long as a multiplication was done, it was solved.

Watching Ye Ziyi scribble on the ground with a branch, the young man's eyes widened and widened, until she had calculated all the accounts and told the young man not to forget the numbers, the young man was still staring at her stupidly.

"What's wrong?" As soon as Ye Ziyi spoke, the young man came back to his senses as if he had woken up, and grabbed her arm with wide eyes.

"Sir, please wait for me here, I, I'll come when I go!" the young man said, and ran away with a happy face, leaving only Ye Ziyi, who looked confused, holding the bamboo slip by the fire stupidly, neither to go, nor to stay.

Looking at the receding glow in the sky, Ye Ziyi didn't want to cause trouble, put down the bamboo slip and got up to leave, but before she could take a step, she heard the young man's voice coming from afar.

"Gentleman, don't go! Wait!"

Ye Ziyi didn't expect the young man to come back so quickly, and seeing that he couldn't get out, he had to stop and watch him panting and running in front of him.

"Jun, Jun, Jun......" The young man bent over and panted, and it took a while before he came back to his breath and bowed to Ye Ziyi. "Please wait, gentleman, my master will be here at once. ”

"Who is the master of your family? What did he do when he saw me?" Ye Ziyi took a step back, looking at the young man kneeling on the ground, she suddenly had an urge to turn around and leave, such a big gift, she knew how solemn it was, although she was courteous, she didn't think it was a good thing.

"Gentleman, my master's surname is Wang, and he is a side line of Langya Thirteen Emperors, a Confucian merchant in Jiankang. The master is the most loved, and Mr. Zhi is talented, and I would like to ask you to see you. The boy fell to the ground, his body prostrate into a ball, and it can be said that he was very respectful.

Hearing this, Ye Ziyi's face was a little cold, she looked down at the young man, and said coldly. "When will I tell the Lord?"

"This ...... The gentleman is not guilty, the gentleman is not guilty, the slave knows that he is wrong, and the gentleman is angry. "At that time, the status of the following people is very high, like this young man's general house slave, Ye Ziyi is a high Confucian who is valued by the master, as long as she says that the young man is disrespectful, the master will be killed to show respect, yes, when the young man heard this, the joy just now was gone, and he trembled like a leaf in the wind.

"Stand down. Ye Ziyi glanced at the young man, walked to the place where he had just written the calculation with a branch, raised his foot and stroked, and smoothed out all the calculations on the ground, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Ziyi knew very well that there was no calculation formula in this era, and she felt that such a calculation method should not be revealed in front of people.

Is the Langya Wang family a big family, it's really not easy to offend, alas, who told her to be nosy, wait.