"Slow down."

It wasn't lunch time yet, and the kitchen wasn't busy, so she stepped back to the counter and started practicing her planners after she served the food.

She and Mo He don't know how to use abacus, so last night's account was very difficult.

Mo Changlin once teased his daughter with his own eating skills, but he only taught Mo Jingchun the fur, and that was all when he was a child, and now he has long forgotten about it.

After calculating the loss again, she sighed heavily, and pushed the abacus and account book into it with some annoyance: "Sister-in-law, I think we still have to hire a helper to take care of the accounts!" ”

Mo He wiped the table before a guest came, polishing it brightly, and lowered his head and thought about what she said: "Okay, don't you Uncle Xiangyuan?" ”

Mo Xiangyuan was originally an apprentice under a bookkeeper with Mo Changlin, but later one stayed to continue learning and took over the mantle of the master, and the other felt that there was no way out, so he went back to the village to continue farming.

"Can Uncle Xiangyuan agree to this?" She bit her lower lip a little hesitantly, Mo Xiangyuan is the head of the family, at this age, how can he come out to be a small account? Then when Mo Ying gets married, won't there be only the Li family in the field?

"Why don't you go back next time, I'll ask him about it."

Anyway, it's not a loss to ask.

"Okay."

Taking advantage of the fact that these days are not particularly busy, this account book can always be flattened if it is calculated.

"How much?"

The bearded man finished eating, wiped the oil from his mouth, and walked up to settle the bill.

"Forty-five!"

Mo Jingchun subconsciously stood still, his eyes swept over his face, and only then did he realize that there was a long hideous and terrifying scar hidden under the person's beard!

Oh my God, her goodness, what the hell is this person all about?

"Ahem!" He seemed to have phlegm in his throat after eating, and after coughing a few times, he took out a few copper plates from the gap between his waist.

"!"

He cursed again.

This time, Mo He also heard it, and trembled with Mo Jingchun.

"I'm not scolding you, damn!" He lifted his eyelids and explained to them angrily, his face full of impatience.

"Okay, guest officer." What can she say, this person can't be without enough money, right?

Eating white food?

Ran into her so soon?

"Can you find it?"

He threw down such a sentence again, and Mo Jingchun smacked for a while before he reacted, and the other party asked if he could find the silver.

"Yes, yes, yes."

It must be possible, before she opened, Tete went to change a box of copper plates.

"Whoa." The other party threw a small piece of broken silver on the counter, very casually.

After she weighed it, it was just half a tael, so she found a copper plate for the other party, and the bearded man casually hung several strings of money around his waist at will, and walked out of the store with a clatter.

Although his wealth is not exposed, but looking at his physique and appearance, I am afraid that there is no one who dares to provoke him without long eyes, right?

In addition to this episode, it was another uneventful day, and it also received a lot of praise from several diners for the pork belly chicken.

When it was about to close, there was only one table of diners left in the restaurant to eat quietly, and Mo Jingchun seized this time to read the Analects silently, when there was a sound at the door curtain, and someone came.

"Today already." Before she could say three words, her familiar face made her stunned: "Brother Bo, why are you here at this time?" ”

"I'll talk about it when you're free." He leisurely picked a chair and sat down.

Mo Jingchun wanted to say that he was not busy at this time, but he thought that maybe the other party wanted to wait for no one in the store to talk about it, so he didn't say much and did what he was doing steadily.

Finally sent off the last table of guests, she tied the outer door, and when she returned, Bo Qingshan asked him, "Have you eaten?" ”

"Not yet."

"It just so happens that I haven't eaten either, can you ask Chef Mo to cook a bowl of noodles?"

Mo Mo Chirp just refused to say what was going on, Mo Jingchun was almost curious to death.

Cooking the pot of noodles with the remaining chicken broth, and beating two eggs into it, after serving it to the table, Bo Qingshan devoured it as if he had been hungry for a long time, without his usual demeanor at all.

"Brother Bo, what the hell is going on?"

"You girl, can you let me pad my stomach first and then urge?" He joked, and what he pulled out of his hand didn't look like a joke at all, "Look, this is out of that box." ”

Box?

That box they dug out of the mountains?

"Brother Bo, have you found the person who picked the lock?" Is it credible?

"Well, Hang Sheng picked it up from Jiangxia County, and he actually arrived a few days ago."

But in the past few days, he has also looked at this thing himself, and found that it is really unlucky who took it.

That book just lay quietly on the table, and it was just such a thing that killed several people? Mo Jingchun slowly moved the book wrapped in thick kraft paper inch by inch to himself and flipped through it.

It says that this is the account book of Cuihong Qian Zhuang Jing and five to ten years.

In the summer of the fifth year of Jinghe, the "tribute" was recorded with 2,200 silver, showing that it was an expense, and the whereabouts were unknown, and there was only one "tribute" to refer to.

It was the summer of the fifth year of Jinghe, and the "tribute" was recorded as 3,200 silver, showing that it was an expense.

Then there were some meaningless expenditure income, and in the seventh year of Jinghe, the word "tribute" appeared again, and this time it was spent 6,000 taels of silver.

Immediately afterwards, it was still Jinghe seven years, and since then, he began to regularly "tribute" out two thousand taels of silver every month, but there was still no use for writing, only a vague "tribute" word.

This person who makes the account book is very level, and he can hook it clearly in a few simple words, and even a layman like Mo Jingchun can understand it.

She stopped reading half of it, and wondered, "This silver."

Where did it come from and where did it go?

"The word tribute. Generally speaking, it is used only to pay tribute to the royal family. ”

"In the palace?" She covered her mouth tightly with one hand, and it took a long time to separate a gap, and said, "Why does Cuihong Qianzhuang send money to the palace?" ”

Is it for the emperor, or for the harem?

"Putting these aside for the time being, this should not be their account book on the surface, but very private, and it is just a copy, not the original."

Did Dad find out and copy them down, and then they were discovered? In other words, the use of this money may not be seen", "otherwise I wouldn't have been secretly looking for it for so long." ”

"Look back."

"Okay," she continued, this time much faster, but she saw something strange, "why did this start to make such a big payout?" ”

From the beginning of the eighth year of Jinghe to the end of the account book and the beginning of the tenth year, there will be a huge amount of income every other month, each of which is more than 5,000 taels, but the "tribute" is much less, and only occasionally appears at the end of the quarter or the end of the year. (End of chapter)