Chapter 173: One-armed Accountant

When the plaintiffs saw that the prefect refused to accept the case, they became a little panicked.

He kowtowed and begged for mercy.

A kind-hearted person in the crowd explained to them: Sun Rulan is a local official and should be tried by the Dali Temple.

After hearing this, several people were worried at first.

After getting together to discuss for a while, they decided to go to the Dali Temple together.

Every time they walked a distance, they would stop, kowtow in the direction of the imperial palace, shout "Long live the emperor", and then recount their grievances.

In just a quarter of an hour, Sun Rulan's misdeeds were known throughout the city.

Naturally, the news also reached the palace and the emperor's ears.

After hearing about Sun Rulan's numerous crimes, the emperor was furious and immediately ordered the Dali Temple to conduct a detailed investigation.

All persons involved in the case will be severely punished and no leniency will be shown.

The chief steward was very cautious and immediately went to the Dali Temple to convey the emperor's oral order.

In the past, there was Lan Hong who pretended to obey but actually disobeyed, and in the future, there was Sun Rulan who took human lives and plundered the people's wealth.

It was as if all his subordinates were corrupt officials who were just sitting there doing nothing.

The emperor became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, so he immediately called the official in charge of assessing local officials and reprimanded him.

Looking at the team going away, Wen Yan was pulled into the carriage by Meng Chifei: "My mother asked me to take you home for lunch."

As soon as the two got on, the carriage started slowly.

Wen Yan smiled and said, "Those who came to complain were all found by Brother Xi Yan?"

Meng Chifei nodded proudly.

"I said my stepmother sent someone to tell me that I would be in court today. It turns out there's this wonderful show waiting for me to watch."

When the housekeeper said that as long as the engagement was cancelled, no further action would be taken,

Wen Yan felt that things would not be that simple.

Sure enough, there is a trick.

The two of them were talking, and soon they arrived at the general's mansion.

Mrs. Bai was waiting at the door early.

"Stepmother!" Wen Yan jumped off the carriage and ran towards her.

Mrs. Bai hugged her tightly.

After a while of being intimate, Madam Bai took her hand affectionately and walked towards the dining room: "Thanks to you for Sun Rulan's matter. If you hadn't reminded us, we would have been kept in the dark.

By the time your sister Chi Fei gets married, it will be too late."

"I was just a blind cat that caught a dead mouse." Wen Yan said with a smile.

Lunch is served.

They are all Wen Yan’s favorite foods.

The Meng family did not have a rule of not talking while eating or sleeping. They ate and chatted at the same time, and the atmosphere was very pleasant.

Drink tea after dinner.

Mrs. Bai asked Wen Yan what she was busy with recently and whether she needed her help.

Wen Yan helped her family so much, so she wanted to give something back.

"I have something I'd like to ask my adoptive mother for help with." Wen Yan thought for a moment and then made her request. "Are there any injured or discharged soldiers in the northern border? I have a pile of stones that I haven't sharpened yet."

Every year, soldiers injured in the northern border are often cheated out of their pensions and land by their families after returning home, and are then kicked out of their homes.

Especially those who have difficulty in moving, seeing no hope, choose to commit suicide.

Wen Yan was influenced by Uncle Lin and Aunt Shuang, and felt a natural affinity for retired soldiers.

Grinding mineral pigments is a delicate and laborious job, but it is relatively simple and they should be able to get started easily.

In addition, you can also work in ink workshops, dyeing workshops, and cloth shops.

In addition, she also wanted to select a group of people to follow Jing Mingshan to Shu to learn brocade weaving skills.

She recently wants to make a few women's handbags, and the patterns need to be custom-woven.

It is more reliable to use the craftsmen in my own workshop.

Besides, she had other plans.

"It's hard for you to still be thinking about them."

"It doesn't matter who I ask, I will of course give priority to those closest to me."

Mrs. Bai agreed to this matter.

Before leaving.

Wen Yan went to see Brother Chen Qi specially again.

Brother Chen Qi was placed in Brother Xi Yan's room.

A specialist doctor was hired to take care of me at home.

In the yard, the doors and windows of the east wing were closed. Brother Chen Wu was standing on the steps outside the house, dozing off with his head propped up.

Wen Yan tiptoed over and quietly opened the door.

The door still creaked, waking up Brother Chen Wu.

Brother Chen Wu quickly stopped her and opened his mouth to persuade her, but Wen Yan made a gesture to silence him.

Then she tiptoed into the house.

I saw Brother Chen Qi lying on the bed with a haggard face and a look of death.

When Wen Yan saw him, she was a little hesitant to recognize him at first sight.

The once high-spirited Brother Chen Qi has become like rotten wood in front of his eyes.

Wen Yan's eyes were hot and tears were flowing out uncontrollably.

Brother Chen Qi is two years older than Wen Yan and one year younger than Meng Chifei.

Because we were of similar age, we often played together when we were young.

Wen Yan has a good relationship with him.

Previous life.

After being injured, Brother Chen Qi couldn't accept that he had become a useless invalid.

I stay at home all day feeling sorry for myself.

Wen Yan was trapped in the Marquis of Jinping's mansion and couldn't get out.

I hear it in my ears and feel anxious in my heart.

It was not until the end of the year, when Meng Chifei got married, that she had the opportunity to visit him at the general's mansion.

Brother Chen Qi met her with a smile on his face, but unexpectedly, the next day, he hanged himself from the head of the bed and strangled himself to death!

This time.

She would not let Brother Chen Qi make the same mistake again.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, held back her tears, and forced herself to smile brightly and lively.

She jumped to the bed and patted Brother Chen Qi on the chest through the quilt: "Hey, the sun is shining on your butt, why are you still sleeping?"

Brother Chen Qi was woken up and opened his eyes irritably, only to meet Wen Yan's eyes.

When Brother Chen Qi saw Wen Yan, his expression froze for a moment, and he was too timid to dare to look Wen Yan in the eye.

Then he glared at her angrily: "Who let you into my room? Get out right now."

After saying that, he was about to hit her with a pillow.

Wen Yan dodged nimbly and made a face at him: "Lululu, you can't hit me!"

Brother Chen Qi was so angry that he threw everything he could get his hands on at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan dodged and challenged, "Hey, you really can't hit me.

As expected, without an arm and a leg, even his accuracy was much worse.

In the past, you always hit me with things you threw at me!"

The more Wen Yan spoke, the uglier Brother Chen Qi's expression became.

When he had nothing to throw away, he was so angry that he covered his head with the quilt, thinking out of sight, out of mind.

Wen Yan sat proudly on the round stool beside the bed, crossed his arms, and said loudly: "Hey, why are you still feeling sad about the passing of time?

Fortunately, you still have one arm and one leg, so you don’t have any trouble using an abacus or keeping an account book.

Chen Qi, hurry up and come back to the village with me today. I have a bunch of account books that no one is doing."

Brother Chen Qi was originally very annoyed, but now she made him laugh: "You are Zhou Paopi, right? I have never seen anyone who can order people around better than you."

"You're not dead. As long as you can breathe and move your hands and feet, you're still useful." Wen Yan snorted, "Just tell me, do you want to help me with the work?

If I hadn't been in need of a trustworthy accountant, you wouldn't have gotten this job."

Brother Chen Qi propped himself up and sat up, curling his lips and saying, "I should be grateful to you for enslaving me!"

Wen Yan immediately smiled: "No need to thank me, you are my childhood friend! I even thought of a nickname for you, from now on, everyone will call you the One-Armed Accountant!"

"Look at how proud you are!" Brother Chen Qi did not agree to her immediately.

"My business is expanding, and I need someone I can trust. As my childhood friend, are you really unwilling to help me?" Wen Yan spun around in circles in frustration. "Just tell me, do you want to help me with my accounts?!"

Seeing her so irritable, Brother Chen Qi subconsciously touched his empty right sleeve and said sadly: "My right hand that can write and use an abacus is gone..."