Xu Changshi was about to reply, but was stopped by his benefactor.

The three of them moved to the uninhabited ashram next door.

"The accounts are washed out, and every one of them is clear and complete, and it stands to reason that there is no mistake."

He explained.

"But none of these entries match each other."

"What does this 'no' mean?"

Jin Ziming asked.

"Production, Fuboxing's accounts are recorded in black words."

Xu Changshi settled down and took out the copy he brought with him.

"Look at this sentence, 'ten' is written as 'foot', 'hundred' is written as 'ruler', 'thousand' is written as 'zhang', and one to nine are also replaced."

"The project is the same, 'selling smuggled salt' is 'walking sand', and 'selling people' is 'opening a strip'......"

"After every word is washed out, this one is to say, 'On April 2 this year, Fu Boxing and the Liang family partnered to smuggle two boatloads of grain from Hongdou City, Shengzhou, with a total of 380,000 catties, for a price of 300 wen and one stone'."

He explained it very thoroughly.

"Isn't that clear? So what's wrong? ”

Heng Wei frowned.

"Heng master book, every single in those ledgers is correct, but they can't match each other!"

Xu Xiangxia smiled bitterly.

"For example, this batch of Erbai brocade from the south,

The day when the goods went out of the Fubo line warehouse was actually one day earlier than the day when they were received.

And in the accounts of the Commander-General's income and expenditure, there is no such thing at all......"

"That's why the student asked the student to wash it a second time."

He looked at Jin Ziming as he spoke, his face pale.

"Production, I'm afraid students, I'm afraid these books are all made up!"

The voice was very low, and the words trembled.

But it was enough for all three to hear clearly.

Heng Wei pulled the corners of his mouth, as if he was about to laugh and speak, but suddenly felt that the heavens and the earth were spinning and were about to soften.

Then, be held by the palm of one hand.

His five fingers were like iron, and he was in pain.

"...... Production"

When the blood fell from the top of his head back to his legs and feet, Heng Wei called out in shame.

Jin Ziming withdrew his hand.

"I know that."

"Wash the accounts again, no matter what the result is, it's none of your business, just report to me."

He said to Changshi, his voice was as cold as a winter stream and as steady as a rock.

When Xu Xiangxia heard this, it was as if she had stepped back to the earth from the clouds, and her face was three points more bloody.

He made a long gesture and ran back to the next door.

The two went out.

The north wind pierces the court and blows the clothes to hunt.

"You've worked hard for a long day, and your heart is exhausted, so go back and sleep first."

Jin Ziming said to Heng Wei.

"It's ...... like this"

Heng Wei said urgently, but was interrupted.

"Don't panic, it's just a storm, and you can't blow my one hundred and twenty pounds."

Jin Ziming said with a smile.

Heng Wei was stunned for a moment, nodded indiscriminately, and walked quickly.

In the courtyard, only one person is left independent.

After a long time, it was not until the sound of the wind in his ears replaced the sound of his heartbeat that Jin Ziming moved back to his room.

The charcoal stove was still burning, and the house was already cold.

He closed the doors and windows, sat back in the circle chair, and nearly collapsed.

Close your eyes and take long breaths again and again.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Jin Ziming opened his eyes.

He checked the doors and windows again, then pulled an iron plate from a book at the bottom of the cabinet that had been hollowed out in the middle.

This card is pitch black, with a three-eyed overlapping emblem on the front and four big characters written on the reverse.

[Supervision on behalf of the sky. 】

The iron plate is as cold as an ice sculpture.

Jin Ziming grabbed it, feeling the chill penetrate through the skin and flesh, all the way into the metacarpal bones.

He had to get rid of this net.

The price is to fall into another.

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In the twenty-eighth year of Zhenghe, the twenty-fourth day of December.

There is a remnant glow hanging in the corner of Xijing City.

On the edge of the Yao River, the smoke waves are dyed with a brilliant color, and the reflection is a few points back to the crows.

The wind crosses the river, sweeps over the eaves, and blows snow like sand.

Across the next floor, is the most exclusive suite of Qixiaju.

On the huge log table surrounded by twelve people, the chips are staggered.

Ao Fuwei, the leader of the Fubo Gang, who was dressed in a cyan military uniform, was receiving congratulations from everyone.

The reason for today's banquet is Ao Zhixian's engagement, and he is also the one who is the boss on the surface.

Of course, even so, Ao Fuwei only sat in the third place from the left, far from the top.

After a few rounds of pleasantries, the wine glasses on the table were empty.

There are no waiters in the room.

Ao Zhixian, who was waiting on the side, took the flask from the stove and filled it in turn.

In the second seat on the right, a man in his fifties with ring-eyed tiger whiskers bowed his head in thanks.

This person is Jiang Qihu, the head of the Jiang family, who cultivates in the Yuan Magnetic Realm, and has the honorific title of "Shocking Hundred Miles".

He took back the wine glass and looked at the banquet: "Ao Xian's nephew, I heard that you were injured in the abdomen by Hong Fan, how are the injuries?" ”

"Thank you Shibo for your care, it's already good."

Ao Zhiji replied, his face calm.

While speaking, Ao Zhixian replaced his brother and moved to Su Peifeng, who was sitting next to him.

The wine is poured like a column.

The two looked at each other, and the latter's face tightened slightly.

"I heard that you originally had the upper hand, but when this person was about to fight, he created a new killing method and turned defeat into victory?"

Jiang Qihu asked, full of interest.

"That's true."

Ao Zhiji nodded indifferently, as if it was not himself who had a new defeat and a great loss of reputation.

"That 'sand shotgun' was unprovoked and extremely mature, I don't believe it was he who created it on the spot."

"But no matter what, Hong Fan is just a five-vein cultivator, and his means are enough to sympathize with ordinary celestials and people, and his martial arts ability can be described as amazing."

Words are sincere.

When the people in the room heard this, their eyes all showed expressions of approval.

"This person's talent is not only martial arts."

Another voice spoke, from a middle-aged scribe in a wide robe and belted in the upper left.

"As far as I know, Xu Guinian often praises him, and Zhuang Liren is even more regarded as a guest."

"In the past two months, he has also cooperated with the superintendent to make firearms in a trading house, and the investment is not small."

All eyes converged - you must know that the person who spoke just now was Liu Xiu, the governor of Liangzhou and the head of the Liu family.

There are not many young people in Xijing City who can make him remember his name.

"It's rare for Zhongcheng to pay so much attention, this is the heart of love?"

On the upper right, a forty-year-old man in a brocade robe with a solemn appearance smiled.

"I remember that the second daughter of Zhongcheng is twenty-eight years old and has not yet married, so she can catch the golden beetle son-in-law......"

The person who made the joke was named Shen Guoying.

"Why is Brother Shen laughing?"

Liu Xiu picked his eyes and replied, but he was not angry.

"Ling Qianjin is two years older than the little girl."

Shen Guoying sighed when he heard this.

"The dog girl is lawless, how can my father's words ever work?"

He shook his head and drank.

Liu Xiu accompanied him for a drink, and the conversation changed: "Actually, if Hong Fan is willing to join the family, why should I cherish a daughter?" ”

The room was full of surprises.

Only Ao Zhixian, who was hidden on the side, had an unnatural complexion.

"Then I'm afraid it will be difficult for Zhongcheng to achieve his wish."

Ao Fuwei took over.

"In Ao's contemptuous opinion, Hong Fan is humble on the outside and arrogant on the inside, and it is not easy to bend it."

"Besides, if this person doesn't die young, he will almost be on the third list - Tianjiao is a son-in-law, and he will attract the attention of people all over the world......"

He glanced at his daughter, as if urging her to renew the drink.

"Ao Gong's old opinion."

Liu Xiu nodded.

"Hong Fan has not yet reached the crown, and his name has reached all the sages here, and his talent does not need to be said."

"But Jin Haihong's family is at the end of the family, and it is impossible to marry my Liu family's daughter!"

As soon as the words came out, Shen Guoying, Jiang Qihu, and the old man of the Bai family, who was second from the left, all bowed their heads.

(End of chapter)