"Oh? What a way to get a receipt!" Old lady Qin looked solemn and instructed her son, "Bring me the oil lamp."

The old shopkeeper of the Qin family flipped through the receipts and looked at them for a long time, but he didn't find where his son was talking about.

"It's normal, there's no place for two eyes." The old man returned the receipt to his son.

Qin Ming picked up the oil lamp and walked to the side of the receipt: "Look here, the lower left corner says one, three. There's also a slash between one and three, and there's a red stamp of the square on it."

Old lady Qin put the receipt under the oil lamp, and sure enough, she saw two small words in the lower left corner, and there was a red seal around the font.

"Why is that?" The old man didn't understand for a while, what if he had a few more words and a seal?

"When this young lady wrote the receipt, I saw with my own eyes the receipt book she nailed, which is not quite the same as the one we usually use." Qin Ming picked up a few pieces of paper and folded them casually.

"Our family gives other people's receipts, has the seal of our own store, and still has a record in the ledger. The two are opposite, avoiding people who have a heart. The receipts used by this young lady were three in a row, with these small letters written in the lower left corner of each page. There's also a private seal on the small print."

Hearing what his son said, Old Lady Qin hissed. The brain was racing and immediately figured out the key inside.

"The person who handled it stamped a private seal, which eliminated the possibility of planting blame. If something goes wrong, just find the person on the private seal to be accountable. This is the responsibility of the individual, and the innocent are not implicated."

"The three pages are linked together to show that there are three people who need to do a good job. This puts an end to the monopoly of one person, and it is also a good way for the various stewards to contain and supervise each other."

Old Lady Qin excitedly took her son's hand: "The person who came up with such a solution, but Miss Han herself?"

"I asked the Han family's subordinates on the side, and this receipt is only in the hands of the young lady. Everyone else is on errands, so this should be Miss Han's wisdom." Qin Ming's face was affirmative, and his eyes were full of admiration for Han Beiqing.

"The little girl from the county family is only thirteen or fourteen years old now. It is also a miracle that a scholarly family can grow a merchant genius." Old Lady Qin tilted her head, and there was an unknown light in her eyes.

"Thirteen years old, it's almost time." Qin Ming understood what his father meant, lowered his head and smiled with his eyes: "Mrs. County Cheng likes to come to our shop recently, I asked Ah Ning to contact him."

Old Lady Qin was very satisfied with her son's attitude, and nodded again and again: "If you inquire clearly one day earlier, you will make a decision one day earlier." If she's really as good as she's talented, then plan ahead. Good girl, hard to find!"

Qin Ming withdrew from his old father's room and went to his own room. On the other side, the Lu family's study was brightly lit.

Lu Tong was lying on the wide Taishi chair very freely. The receipt written by Han Beiqing was in his hand, and he looked at the light intently.

"Master, this Miss Han family, what's the problem?" Lu Tong's henchmen saw that the master had been reading it for more than half an hour, and it was just a receipt.

Lu Tong didn't speak, and slowly sat up. pressed the bill in a book at random, and whispered, "Send someone to Qishan immediately to find out the details of the Han family."

The henchman clasped his hands into fists: "Order!"

"Han... North... Qing"

Lu Tong looked at the pot of lilies in the corner of the wall, thinking about the smell of incense tower in her study.

Someone called in: "Go to the spice shop and inquire, there is a spice that smells sweet, and there is a hint of soywood in it, and a faint aroma of tulips. What is it, buy it back."

Han Beiqing didn't know that he had been secretly targeted by two families, and he was having dinner with his father who had come back from Fangya.

"My father's face is so ruddy today, but all the official duties have been settled?"

Han Beiqing followed behind Han Yi, like a little tail, and his twitter was very lively.

"How can you finish your official duties, I think you are in a good mood today, and you are happy to see everything." Han Xiancheng stood in the new study, looking at the surroundings with satisfaction.

When I went out in the morning, it was just

Looking at the empty study. One day in the yamen, I often deserted, so I wanted to let the yamen come back as soon as possible to see what this study was tossed into.

"I guess it cost a lot of money!" Han Xiancheng touched the brand-new bookcase with rare eyes, nagging and wasting, but the smile on his face revealed his true thoughts.

"It's not expensive, it's mainly lenient and easy to use. The father tried this Taishi chair, and the daughter put a thick lumbar pillow here. No matter how late you study, your back won't ache." Han Beiqing patted the waist pillow, which was slightly thinner in the middle and thicker at the ends, and was wrapped in the middle by leaning on the entire back waist.

"Well, it's very comfortable. Nannan's mind is really fine, and this knitting kung fu is also you?" Han Xiancheng touched the feet of the waist pillow, looking not quite like his daughter's craftsmanship.

"There are always guests in my father's study, and my three-legged cat craftsmanship will disgrace my father. I chose the cotton pot and the fabric on the outside. The patterns and legs were all made by an embroiderer."

Han Beiqing said calmly, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all because the female celebrity was not good.

Seeing that her daughter's female red was so ordinary, Han Xiancheng frowned and persuaded, "I won't stop you from doing things outside, but the female red cooking skills that women should learn can't be put down. My wife will marry sooner or later, and you will have to make your own intimate clothes for your husband and children in the future. If a woman is not good, her mother-in-law will dislike it."

Han Beiqing knows in his heart that there are too many constraints on women in this era, and women are virtuous if they are not talented, and their wives must be virtuous and virtuous and abide by their duties.

But she doesn't want to live like this, she has to live a decent day every day, and she lives a lifetime with her nose, so it's better to die.

Han Xiancheng persuaded himself from the perspective of a father, and it was meaningless to refute it, it only added to his troubles.

"Daddy thinks it's good, why don't I let the embroiderer make more. Put it on the chair in your office in the yamen, and you can be more comfortable when you are handling official business." Han Beiqing diverted the topic, and said that he would make a few more for Han Xiancheng to give to other colleagues.

After talking about the lumbar pillow, I mentioned a few shops that came to the house today to ask for money.

"Asking for parking in front of your house?" Han Xiancheng thought it was funny: "Stopping at the door would have disturbed business. If I'm the shopkeeper, stop at my door and drive me away. Why are you still begging you to stop at your doorstep with the money?"

"In Huaining County, there are seventy or eighty silk cloth villages, Luo Jinpu, and ready-to-wear stores. But the people know which is the best? As soon as our oil truck drove up, the news spread, and everyone knew that there was a place called Qinjia Luo Jinpu. The surrounding people made friends and married, and asked where they lived. Isn't Luo Jinpu a famous landmark in the city?" qδ

After Han Beiqing finished explaining, the county lord slapped the table and snorted coldly: "These female businessmen are really calculating."

"You don't have much to do with these people in the future, and you don't have to be like your foreign family. It's not good to delay your future."

"Why does my mother's house smell of sour rotten copper? No matter what, I can confess such a white-eyed wolf as you. Eat my Wang family, drink my Wang family, I don't know how to be grateful and dislike it. Han Yi, I think you're a white-eyed wolf who can't be fed!"

Wang Sanniang, who took the initiative to come to the study to ask her husband to eat, listened to what her husband said to her daughter.

Where can I bear it, I can't care about decency, dignity, identity, identity.

When he opened his mouth, he sprinkled it.....