"Steward, you told me something?" Fang Zichen looked at the ship's steward and asked with a puzzled expression.

Lao Wu also stared at him.

"Do you know how to do arithmetic?"

Fang Zichen: "······"

He didn't speak, and Lao Wu's heart, which had just warmed up, was cold again.

The ship's steward saw Fang Zichen's expression of eating a gluttonous meal, and eight big characters were written in his eyes······ Are you kidding me?

For a person who has been a science student for thirteen years, asking him 'do arithmetic' is the same as asking someone, 'Why do you have two eyes and one mouth?' is all fucking nonsense.

Fang Zichen has been in the town for more than half a month, and he has figured out that the characters here are the same as the characters of the descendants, and some of them are traditional, if there is an oracle bone inscription, a lishu, a cursive script or something, the shipkeeper asked, Fang Zichen didn't dare to pack the ticket, but the words are the same, this question is nonsense.

He nodded, "Yes!"

Lao Wu's eyes suddenly lit up, and his heart became hot again.

"This is true, don't fool me and wait."

"Why am I fooling you?" Fang Zichen pouted: "I entered school at the age of three, arithmetic is pediatrics for me, not that I blow it, I can calculate it with my eyes closed."

Ho, that's a pretty big breath.

The ship's steward immediately handed over the ledger on the table: "Look at it, can you understand it?"

Fang Zichen felt discriminated against.

Lao Wu and the shipkeeper saw him turn a few pages, his eyes seemed to sweep at random, and the speed was extremely fast, and after a half-burnt incense, a finger-thick account book was finished by him.

Lao Wu saw Fang Zichen's eyebrows frowning, and he didn't seem to understand why it was so difficult, and his heart began to cool again.

Who knew that Fang Zichen said in a disgusted tone: "Who made this account book?" Mess aside, a lot of mistakes. ”

The ship's steward was surprised: "You really understand!" Just like that, you can tell what's wrong? ”

Fang Zichen opened one of the pages, pointed to one of the amounts, and said: "Look here, the morning income is four hundred and fifty taels, and the settlement payment, freight, and labor expenses have gone to a total of one hundred and twenty taels, these two places are integers, and the remaining account of the day before yesterday is also an integer, so how did this general ledger become eight hundred and ninety-three two eighty-nine wen?" Where did the eighty-nine texts come from? It's so obvious that it should be clear at a glance. ”

Lao Wu: "······"

The ship's steward glanced at him with an uncertain expression, and said to Fang Zichen, "Can you help me reconcile these two account books again?"

Fang Zichen was a little embarrassed.

The ship's steward immediately said: "You don't have to move the goods in the afternoon, and as long as you get the account books right, I will give you another two taels of silver, one tael for a book, you see how it goes."

Fang Zichen clasped his hands loosely: "How hurtful it is to talk about money!"

"Three or two." The shipsteward said again.

Fang Zichen looked serious and serious: "It doesn't matter if the silver is silver or not, the main thing is that I want to help you with this." But if you insist on giving, I can't refuse. ”

Steward: "······"

Lao Wu: "······"

Turning around, Lao Wu rubbed his hands excitedly, and asked cautiously, "That boy, how long do you think it will take you to reconcile the accounts?" Is two days enough? ”

"Just these two account books, pigs, it took two days?"

Lao Wu: "······"

"That~"

"I'll be able to do it all today." Fang Zichen said.

The shipkeeper felt that he was a little ashamed: "You don't want to be right or wrong!"

"It's impossible to be wrong," Fang Zichen said, "It's like if you ask me one plus one, I'm just sleepy, and it's impossible to calculate three for it."

The shipsteward was relieved.

He and Lao Wu came out of the cabin, afraid that the noisy noise outside would affect Fang Zichen, and deliberately closed the door.

After a few muffled thunders, the rain finally fell.

Fang Zichen has been here for more than half a month, and finally the first rain has fallen, maybe it has been brewing for a long time, and this rain is urgent and heavy.

A hail-like thunderbolt landed on the ship, and even if Fang Zichen didn't see it in the cabin, he could guess what was going on outside when he heard the sound.

It must have been ordered by the ship's steward, and at first it was quiet outside, and he quickly immersed himself in his work, but then he didn't know what was going on outside, and it became noisy again, and the sound of rain came, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

The river was hazy, the rain was too heavy, and it was impossible to see clearly when it was a little far away, and a few men were resting on the boat, when suddenly someone pointed to the shore and said, "Look, is that a person?"

Several people immediately looked at it, and in the pouring rain, there was really a person standing on the shore.

"Who's that?" Someone asked.

"I don't know, are all our people coming up?"

There was a man who counted them, except for Fang Zichen, the big guys were all there.

And from a distance, the silhouette of the man looked very thin, which was very different from the man they carried the goods.

"Who, that's it, I don't know how to hide in such a heavy rain."

"No, if you get cold, you have to go for a lot of money."

"Why doesn't he stand still?" The man scratched his head and said, "I always feel like he's been staring at us."

A few of his companions were furious by what he said.

At this time, the sky is gloomy and the rain is heavy, which inevitably makes people feel frightened.

"It's raining so hard, you can still see his face?"

"I can't see clearly," said the man, "that's what I feel."

The man stood still in the rain, alone, looking strange and pitiful, and someone shouted into the boat: "Ah! A few of you will come and see if you know who it is. ”

A few heads poked out of the boat.

"I can't see clearly!"

"Look at that figure, it should be a brother!"

As soon as he said this, a man remembered: "Could it be Fang Xiaozi's family, didn't he bring someone here last time."

"Hey, when you say that, it looks a bit like that."

"Did he come to find Fang Boy! With such heavy rain, could it be that there is an emergency at home? ”

"I don't know, I'll call Fang Boy to come over and have a look."

Fang Zichen was a little inexplicable when he was pulled out, and when he saw the people in the rain, his eyes were about to pop out.

"Brother Zhao~"

He hurriedly got out of the boat and ran over.

Brother Zhao didn't know how long he had been standing in the rain, his lips were purple in the summer weather, and the cuffs of his clothes and trousers were stained with some mud that had not been washed away by the rain.

He must have not been in the town until it rained, but in the middle of the road, or rather it rained and he ran out of his house, and fell on the way.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible to get so much dirt on your body, which the rain has not washed away for so long.

"Why are you here, are you stupid, the rain is so heavy, you don't know how to find a place to hide."

Brother Zhao grabbed his sleeve again, like the previous times, and hung his head without saying a word.

The posture is pitiful, and a cautious look.

No matter how much Fang Zichen criticized, he couldn't say anything.

"Come with me to the boat and take shelter."

When the shipkeeper saw him coming back with Brother Zhao, the two of them were wet, and hurriedly asked the cook on the boat to take them to change their clothes.

The cook's family is all helping on the boat, there is a man at home, there is also a brother, there are clothes to change, and when Fang Zichen changed his clothes, she came in with two bowls of ginger soup, and Fang Zichen said thank you.

Brother Zhao is like a child who has made a mistake, and he has been hanging his head and sitting upright since he got on the boat.

"Drink! Otherwise, it's time to catch a cold. Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao didn't move, Fang Zichen was about to laugh angrily: "What, you still want me to feed you!" Drink it quickly. ”

Brother Zhao still didn't move.

Obviously, I was well-behaved and obedient before, but I don't know what kind of wind I smoked today, so stubborn.

When Fang Zichen held his hand, his hand was cold, as if it had been soaked in cold water in the wax moon. The conditions in this ancient period were poor, and it was terrible to catch a cold, Fang Zichen was helpless, he sat down next to Brother Zhao, and asked him softly, "What's wrong?"

Brother Zhao was silent for a moment and said, "I'm not stupid."

His voice was hoarse, and he didn't seem to speak for a long time.

Fang Zichen just wanted to coax him now: "Hmm! You are not stupid, you are my ancestor. ”

Brother Zhao pursed his mouth.

Fang Zichen took the ginger soup, scooped a spoonful and sent it to his mouth: "Ancestor, Xiao Fangzi is waiting for you, can you take a sip of it?"

Brother Zhao opened his mouth and drank.

"You drink too." It was the first time he was coaxed like this, his face was a little dry, and he said, "I······ I can drink it myself. ”

After he finished drinking the ginger soup and put the bowl aside, Fang Zichen asked, "Why did you suddenly run to town?"

Brother Zhao was still happy when he got up in the morning to cook noodles for him, and he really couldn't think of anything that could make him run over in the rain.

"Did you miss me?"

"Hmm!"

Fang Zichen: "······"

Brother Zhao actually responded.

He originally saw that Brother Zhao's face was not very good, so he wanted to tease him with a few words to ease the atmosphere, but who knew that Brother Zhao actually responded.

Is it so frank?

Fang Zichen's face is comparable to an iron wall, and he is open in the future, so he is embarrassed at this moment.

"That'······ Then you can't run like that! It's still raining, if something happens, what should you do if you let me and the good boy orphan and widow? ”

Brother Zhao also knew that he was reckless.

Standing in the yard when he came back from Aunt Liu's house, looking at the empty home, at that moment he didn't know why, he desperately wanted to see Fang Zichen, maybe it was Aunt Liu's words that made him feel uneasy, he ran all the way, the road was wet and muddy, he fell and didn't know how many wrestles before running to the town.

The dock was empty, and he felt at ease knowing that Fang Zichen was on the boat, even if he couldn't see it, the distance was close, and the other party was right under his nose.

Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't have been.

"I'm sorry." He apologized in a low voice.

What else can Fang Zichen say, he can't bear to scold, and he can't beat him.

It's really an ancestor.

You have to offer.

"Don't ......be like this next time" Fang Zichen felt a little wrong from the beginning, and he never figured out what was wrong, but he suddenly remembered it at this moment.

"Good boy!!"

……

Brother Zhao'er's neck shrank into the placket: "······ It should be at Aunt Liu's house. ”

Fang Zichen: "......"

What do you mean by should??

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