Qingyan was about to fall asleep and was woken up again.

Si Hui hid in the corner with his head in his hands, and kept waving his hand to the outside, trying to get him away.

Who is this old man?

After sweeping all morning, the ground at the door was going to be swept away by him, and he was stunned.

Hearing footsteps, Tsukasa craned his neck and peeked back.

"Qingyan, don't blame me this time, I let him go, but he won't go."

Qingyan snorted and walked out.

She couldn't sleep when she returned to the cage, she was a little irritable, and stared at the old man with dead fish eyes.

The old man threw away the broom and stretched out two hands.

"Look at my hands are blistered!"

She has only appeared since last night!

Is this old man being coquettish to her?

Qingyan was clever, and the whole person woke up.

She felt the goosebumps on her arm and took a few steps back in disgust, looking at him like a virus.

"You're sick."

The old man was not comforted, and sprinkled.

"Why did you sleep with him last night? Do you even know that you are a woman, how can a woman casually stay in a man's room, and besides, you have all of them, and they all have ......"

There are outsiders here, and there are some things he can't say casually.

"What's there?" Qingyan didn't hit one place, picked up the broom and hit him.

"You poisoned me, intimidated me, choked me, and expected me to guard your grandson's chastity? Bah! ”

The old man was embarrassed, "You can't say that." ”

One yard is one yard, and turning over old accounts is not the solution to the problem.

Qingyan pipes what he wants to say, chase and fight.

"Where's the antidote? If you don't give me the antidote, I'll be green every day for your grandson! ”

The old man was beaten to the ankle, grinning in pain, jumping and screaming.

"I don't have an antidote, it's not a poison at all, it's an elixir, help!"

The old man was beaten and flew up.

Qingyan looked at the blue sky and white clouds, he was just flying.

The kind of flight that can fly without Edgeworth.

Qingyan threw away the broom and looked at the priest, "Let people stare at this old man."

He can fly, how to star?

Chairman: ......

After the recruitment of disciples was over, Lan Yi relieved himself of his burden and began an eleven-month vacation.

"That means that the blue calamus only needs to work for one month every year?"

With such a good job, Qingyan couldn't be envious anymore.

"Hmm." Si Hui nodded with a bitter face.

He was also envious.

Compared with the physical exertion of settling accounts day after day, the psychological pressure is very bearable.

Qingyan wanted to say something, but seeing that Si Hui couldn't even stop talking to her, she suddenly balanced a lot.

She looked at Erlang's legs and ate the seasonal fruits unique to Xiaolinshan.

"What are you remembering?"

"Bookkeeping, you still need to ask!" The boss turned his sore, swollen wrist.

Qingyan grabbed his wrist and pulled away his account book.

"There is a sentence that I have always held in my heart......"

"Then continue to hold back, don't disturb my bookkeeping."

The secretary will take back the account books, turn around, and continue to write.

"Don't you want to get out of this boundless sea of suffering, so that you can make time for cultivation?"

Qingyan really disliked his account books, if she hadn't deliberately been angry with that old man, she wouldn't have stayed here.

After all, everyone has their own preferences, and maybe the division will love this kind of feeling.

"What do you mean?" The priest finally stopped.

"I have a simpler method of bookkeeping, and I hope you can follow this method in the future."

"Why?"

"Nonsense, can you read that dense account?"

"And you still have to watch it every time?"

It's not like she's looking forward to when she can spend the money so that she can dissolve Xiao Linshan.

Qingyan threw away the pit, "It's really inefficient for you to do this." ”

"What is efficiency?"

Qingyan paused for a moment and thought for a while, "Efficiency is that it takes five hours for someone to keep a day's account, while someone only needs half an hour." ”

"Half an hour? Seriously? ”

The priest threw away the account books and pens, and flatteringly poured tea for the green cigarettes.

Qingyan asked for a large piece of rice paper to spread on the ground and draw a frame.

"The expenses of our Xiaolinshan can be roughly divided into four categories, the expenses for the construction and maintenance of facilities, the expenses for cultivation, the living expenses of the disciples and the living expenses of the masters, and of course, there are some miscellaneous things, and the relatively few are all classified into one ......."

"Facilities?"

"The facilities are all kinds of buildings, furniture, training grounds, courtyards, and homes, which are broken and cannot be rebuilt."

"yes, I see." The secretary can probably understand the meaning of these two words.

"The cost of facilities is relatively large and important, and it can be made into a separate book." Qingyan took out a blank account book and marked the word facility on the edge of the book.

"There are more living expenses, buying vegetables, meat, tea, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, clothes and bedding, as small as a stitch and a thread, all counted here......"

Qingyan said with a dry mouth, thinking it was very simple, but in the end, he found that this account was actually quite troublesome.

You shouldn't have said anything big just now.

What half an hour, without a computer Excel sheet, she can't figure it out for half a month.

How embarrassed she was to say that the division would not do well.

"Hey, why don't you continue?" Si saw her in a daze and pushed her.

"Uh...... It's that simple anyway. ”

Qingyan's heart was so weak that he almost bit his tongue, his eyes drifted around, and he couldn't wait to turn the big rice paper on the ground into nothing.

"Well, Qingyan, I have to understand what you said...... What are you staring at me for? ”

Si Hui touched her face, thinking that she would look at it again and again because of the ink.

"Si Hui, Si Hui, you are really an indispensable talent for our Xiaolinshan!"

Bookkeeping is such a cumbersome and complicated matter, and he is still alive!

She couldn't do it anyway.

"Yes, yes?" The roots of the division's ears are hot.

Elder Qingyan affirmed his dedication!

"Of course, no one in our Xiaolinshan can lack you."

The Green Smoke Gang will move the old account books back to the storeroom.

The secretary will pile up the account books neatly, and she stacks them unneatly, looking messy.

One of them was stuck outside, which was really unsightly, so she pushed it a few times and didn't push it forward, so she just kicked it with her foot.

There was a bang.

Qian Qi'er, who was sleeping behind the rice bowl, was startled.

The piles of ledgers were collapsed at the back, but they looked very neat at the front.

She gave a satisfied look, clapped her hands and walked out.

Qian Qi'er looked confused, and looked stupidly at the warehouse door being locked again.

Suddenly, there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside.

Qingyan and the priest turned their heads together, and saw Lan Yi running in.

"Aren't you on vacation?" As soon as Qingyan saw him, he thought that he only had to work for one month a year.

"Elder Qingyan, something is wrong."

"I'm doing well, is there something wrong with the rebuilding of the home?"

"It's not a house, it's a disciple."

"Disciple?" Qingyan saw his solemn expression, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"To be precise, it is a preparatory disciple, among the eight disciples just recruited, two disciples died."

Lan Ji took out the list and pointed to the names marked in red.

"They are all male disciples, sixteen years old, and they are similar in stature."

Lan Yan deliberately emphasized age and figure, and Qingyan immediately thought of Qikuolou.

"You suspect it's the killer organization?"

Lan Yan nodded, "I can't think of anyone else but them." ”

Qingyan pulled the key of the division and opened the warehouse, and Qian Qi'er still maintained her original dumbfounded posture.

"Can you see the face of the person who hurt you?"

Qian Qi'er nodded, "They are all dressed in black." ”

Qingyan waited for him to continue, but he didn't expect him to stop like this, blinking innocently.

"Anything else?"

Qian Qi'er shook her head.

"It's just two men with no features."