[One year later]

Winter goes to spring, time flies, and a whole year has passed in the blink of an eye. Silver Dust has been in this strange world for four and a half years. The feeling of homesickness is like an old wound that will never heal, and his secret as a magician has never been discovered. Yinchen, a sunny and handsome boy who looks more and more like a girl, has won the unanimous respect of Zhang Yun and the newcomer errand runner in this year, if nothing else, because of his enviable high-speed and accurate computing ability and writing level with considerable skills, which is enough to bring infinite convenience and wealth to this small restaurant. Any account, no matter how complicated and lengthy, he can calculate the result in three minutes, and there is not even a single copper plate error in a year, and when formulating the name of the dish, the extremely poetic names not only make Zhang Yun and others listen to the clouds, but also make those customers who are in the middle of the society, but extremely vassal and elegant, and try their best to climb into the aristocratic circle praise it, and even many people will "good luck" This ordinary restaurant has become the most tasteful place in Panyang City, which makes the restaurant full at almost all times, and also brings a lot of money to "Good Luck Lai". He alone can be said to hold up half the sky of the restaurant.

Zhang Yun had already started to buy the other three stores to alleviate the full customer situation, but in Yinchen's opinion, it was useless to do so, unless the respected Mr. Zhang Yun could take down one-third of the shops in Pan Yang City. And just when Mr. Zhang Yun happily took the title deed and deliberately put on a strong posture of the tenth realm of Qingfeng Jue and strode into the main hall of the restaurant, and walked into the main hall full of customers that was arranged according to Yinchen's suggestion and full of bookish atmosphere, Yinchen was sleeping on the counter boredly, and even spilled one or two drops of saliva on the clean counter.

The accounts of the "Good Luck Come" restaurant were too simple for him, there was no mortgage value-added tax that his mother often talked about, there was no system of binary quadratic equations that made him struggle at school, only simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and there was not even a minimum of multiplication. This kind of account management is simply an easy task that can be completed while dreaming for a magician like Yinchen, who has an extraordinary brain calculation, and it can be said that as long as he has a ledger, he can handle everything.

Zhang Yun walked over, sensed that the little bit of silver dust left on Zhang Yun's body also woke up in time, looked up in a daze, and looked at the man who forced him to sign the deed of sale with a little indifference. Zhang Yun's raised slap did not fall, but just roared viciously: "Sleep in broad daylight!"

"All the accounts are in order, sir. Silverdust said in an unchanging, deferential-sounding tone without emotion, "Next month's budget...... At the Ninth Master of the General Ledger Office...... I can't help with the arrears...... Also, I'm going to tell the eldest lady a story in the evening so she doesn't go into the kitchen...... That's why I need some sleep now. "Okay, whatever you want!" Zhang Yun waved his hand a little annoyedly, not listening to Yinchen's meaningless muttering. Although he really wanted to punch the little slave's head in the stomach, he didn't dare to do anything to this silver-haired boy, didn't dare to beat, and didn't dare to scold, because Yinchen held the key to make the "good luck" restaurant rich, and even controlled part of the restaurant's funds, and all this was because Yinchen had a weapon called "knowledge".

The people of the North are fierce and advocate force, but this does not mean that literacy and arithmetic, which are only the abilities of weak scholars, have no place here.

Yinchen saw Zhang Yun walk away, and put his head on his arm, which had become slightly thicker. After becoming the bookkeeper, his treatment is the same as that of the little shopkeeper, one dish and one soup per meal, and meat every other meal (although the amount is not much), which can be regarded as a decent diet in the eyes of ordinary people, so his meat sandwich bun is completely useless, however, because the time in the arcane space is basically forbidden, the meat sandwich bun for one hundred and fifty people may not be fresh for a long time.

In the end, the meat bun incident was not resolved. After Zhang Yun severely punished the chefs, he had no choice but to stop it. The real change in the whole incident is Zhang Yating, during her recuperation, Yinchen didn't know how to get her a little bit of meat every day for half a month, and then this cute-looking girl regarded Yinchen as her only friend and was obedient to him, but in the same way, Zhang Yating's bullying of those who ran away from the hall became more and more brutal and ruthless.

Even in such a small restaurant, the phenomenon of people oppressing people, and even people eating people, is as common as sunrise and sunset.

A thin sheet was gently covered by Yinchen's body, Zhang Yating left the counter lightly, and on the other side, a newcomer who had just handed a menu to the guest looked at Zhang Yating intently. Look at the little girl who carved the pink and jade to cover the silver-haired boy with a sheet, and look at the girl's movements as gently as if she were serving her husband. Xiao Er's dark eyes were full of jealous red light, and a little bit of humble and vicious hatred, he couldn't figure out why Yinchen, a little slave with the same status as their age, could sleep openly in the lobby like those high-ranking bookkeepers, and could eat one dish and one soup, while they, Xiao Er, could only gnaw dry steamed buns. With no knowledge at all, he will not understand the meaning behind those "boring and useless" accounts, and he will not understand that even a small restaurant cannot be operated by the force of the big boss Zhang Yun. He was only secretly hating Silver Dust out of the almost instinctive jealousy of an eleven-year-old boy, and the jealousy of another boy who was doing well compared to himself, but he didn't notice that the table he was serving had already begun to order.

The boy's eyes full of jealousy and anger were noticed by Zhang Yating, and she showed a strange smile like a charm, and stretched out a pink little finger and gestured a middle finger at the new little two. This is the most vicious and dangerous gesture that the little girl Zhang Yating can learn from Yinchen. She raised her middle finger at the junior, while the others looked at the new companion (and potential competitor) with gloating eyes. "I provoked my aunt and grandmother, and a big disaster is coming. One of the junior two in the running hall muttered in a low voice, but was kicked hard by Zhang Yating, and was so frightened that he almost got under the table.

“...... That's it, tell your chef to hurry up, young master, I don't have the patience to wait all night!" An arrogant and flirtatious voice interrupted the jealous gaze of the newcomer, it turned out that the table he was serving had already finished ordering, and he threw the menu on the wooden table that was as bright as a mirror. Xiao Er hurriedly turned around, and his face was instantly covered with an embarrassing flush.

"This, this guest officer, can you command again, again?, the little one, the little one didn't hear clearly...... "The new little one's voice trembled, and he pleaded in a low voice.

"Whoa!" The sound of broken porcelain resounded in the main hall before the sound of the wooden table splitting, and many guests put down their chopsticks in surprise and looked over. The foreman Xiao Er, the watch hall Xiao Er and the little shopkeeper jumped up at the same time, and hurriedly came over here, and the noisy sound also woke up Yinchen, but he didn't have any time to care about the affairs over there.

Three or four guests were burping, while trying their best to pretend to be rich and graceful to stand in front of the counter, ready to check out and leave, from the outfit, it can be seen that they are foot merchants from afar, the strength of the three people is above the eleventh level of Qingfeng Duel, and the other one is more measurable, Yinchen guessed that the person is not practicing "Qingfeng Duel" but a more advanced kung fu.

Two of the three small shopkeepers in the lobby had gone, one to deal with the dispute that had just occurred, and the other was still outside to supervise the servants to erect the pergola and set up the tables and chairs. Only the last one sat next to Yinchen, holding a note, and announced the name of the dish ordered by the guest in a tone like singing:

"I wish to be a winged bird in heaven, two copies~"

"A line of egrets on the sky, a portion~"

"Phantom Sea Glazed Moonlit Night, a portion~"

......

Accompanied by the singing tone of the little shopkeeper, Yinchen sat on a high stool, holding a sheep's hair pen in his right hand, which was not much thicker than chopsticks, and wrote beautiful fly-headed small letters on a small piece of beige rice paper, while his left hand crackled and played with a pair of shiny ash wood abacus on the counter.

The abacus is upside down relative to the silver dust, which means that it is placed upright relative to the four guest officers in front of the counter. In the surprised eyes of the four guest officers, the little silver dust wrote beautiful calligraphy with one hand, and quickly counted the fat upside down with the other hand, and the moment the voice of the little shopkeeper next to him completely fell, the clear and immature voice of silver dust sounded:

"A total of one or two or three dollars of silver, thank you for your patronage. As he finished speaking, he let go of his left hand and pointed at the abacus that the customers were putting on the abacus, showing the final result, which was exactly the same as the result he had reported.

"Awesome!" the guest officer at the head said in a thick voice, his tone was full of sincere admiration, not to mention others, even the other two dining rooms in this restaurant, they didn't dare to say that they could play in front of the guests, let alone use three purposes, and keep accounts, abacus and mental arithmetic at the same time.

"Awesome!" Not only the guest officer who was leaving, but also the guests at the nearby tables whispered praise. In the midst of admiration, the only woman among the four guest officers at the counter slowly felt a shiny silver dollar, and then poured out thirty copper plates from another small bag, which was the price of the meal.

"This is your reward!" While the little shopkeeper was busy accepting one or two pieces of silver and thirty taels of silver (worth three pieces of silver), another shining silver dollar fell into the hands of Silver Dust, who jumped down from the stool and bowed respectfully to the four guests who did not have any noble status. His gratitude is mostly sincere, because they are the first people to reward themselves, the first people to truly appreciate their abilities, and the first people to really not think of themselves as lowly slaves and incompetent wastewood.

"In Xia Zhao Yu, little brother, goodbye!" The refreshing voice of the man who couldn't see the depth was still lingering in his ears, and the person had already arrived at the door of the restaurant, and Yinchen was still standing in front of the counter with a respectful smile, watching them leave.

He didn't have the time to think about the meaning of Zhao Yu's words now. He only thought about where the heavy silver dollar in his hand would go. According to the deed of sale, he could not keep even a copper child's personal property, and this silver dollar had to be handed over to the Zhang family as the owner.

Yinchen pursed his lips and chuckled, he had already discovered the loophole in the deed of sale, that is, he Yinchen was the slave of everyone in the Zhang family, not just Zhang Yun's personal slave, he could completely dedicate this silver dollar to any member of the Zhang family in the restaurant, of course, including Zhang Yating, his only friend in the world at present.

Yinchen knew that the silver dollar falling into Zhang Yating's hands was actually the same as falling into his own hands, because Zhang Yun didn't care if his daughter had a few more silver dollars in her hand - unless she suddenly had an extra cart of silver dollars in her hand.