Lin Weiming looked worried for quite some time.

He was always looking for an opportunity to get rid of this hot potato, but he never succeeded.

After all, it's one thing for others to want it, but this Lu family rice shop was personally delivered to the Lin family by Regent Qi Sichen.

Anyone who dares to snatch things from the Lin family is tantamount to robbing the Regent.

The Lu family has just been wiped out. Anyone who dares to provoke that King of Hell is simply courting death, and will be torn to pieces and sliced ​​to pieces.

It must be said that Lu Renjia's death really shocked a lot of people. The Taoist temples and monasteries, which were already very prosperous, were bustling with people and incense burning continuously.

After experiencing numerous failures, Lin Weiming finally had no choice but to give up and resign himself to settling accounts with an abacus.

As I painstakingly calculated the accounts, I felt a bit resentful when I saw my sons and daughters eating snacks and playing with toys.

The Lin family's sons all knew that their father was in a bad mood lately and were afraid that he would take it out on them. So when Lin Weiming looked at them, they all sprang into action.

Lin Zhongyuan took his books and went to ask Master Cui for advice. Master Cui was naturally overjoyed to have his prized student.

Lin Zheyun was much more generous, eating heartily and grinning at his father: "Dad, our Shangguan said I should eat more so I can gain weight. Look at my arms lately, they seem to have gotten thinner. I'll eat more."

Lin Weiming: "..."

That's a really convincing reason, making it impossible for anyone to conscript men.

Besides, Lin Zheyun isn't as good at using an abacus as his father, so he had no choice but to give up.

The fourth brother, Lin Ziqiu, remained calm. He pulled out two dark, unremarkable objects from his pocket and muttered to himself, "I wonder which of these two things is more poisonous."

Lin Weiming: "..."

Lin Weiming said to his fourth son in a very gentle manner, "Don't keep bringing these dangerous things home. If you like playing with them, go outside and try them out."

Lin Ziqiu nodded obediently and went out.

Lin Zihan was left staring blankly at his father, while Lin Wanyue chuckled to herself, holding a fluffy little creature in her arms.

After glancing at his adorable little daughter and his stinky son, Lin Weiming decisively called out his son's name: "Third son, come help your father and settle these accounts."

"No, no, I have things to do, I need to stay with my sister. Mother told me to take good care of her and not let anyone bully her!" Lin Zihan shook his head like a rattle drum, immediately using his sister as a shield.

However, this shield was not very effective.

Lin Weiming put down the ledger in his hand and said considerately, "Honey, I can watch over it. Then, calculate those two ledgers, and I'll take you to the market to buy things this afternoon. Didn't you like those two little masks last time? I'll buy you three!"

Thinking about all the fun things on the street, Lin Zihan, who had never had any pocket money, hesitated.

Seeing his son hesitate, Lin Weiming knew he had a chance and raised the stakes: "And those two mechanical figures, I'll take them for you too!"

"Dad, you can't go back on your word!" Lin Zihan's eyes lit up, and he rushed to the desk to pick up the account book and start reading.

A few days ago, when he went to the street with his grandmother and the others, he saw some interesting things. In particular, there was a little wooden figure that could be pulled along by hand, which was really interesting. However, such a small figure, no bigger than the palm of his hand, cost several hundred coins.

Grandma Liu Junlan, who always haggles over prices when buying groceries, was naturally unwilling to spend money on this little piece of wood, which Lin Zihan had been thinking about for a long time.

Now that my dad is finally willing to buy it for me, of course I don't want to give up such a good opportunity.

Lin Zihan was very fast at mental arithmetic, but these amounts were not simple, so he took a piece of white paper and wrote and drew on it with a brush.

His younger sister had taught him how to write equations and calculate, and he had already learned it. Now he uses it very skillfully.

When Lin Weiming returned from outside with the female lead in his arms, he discovered that his third son, Lin Zihan, had sorted out all of his account books!

They were surprised to discover their son's talent for arithmetic.

They decided they must train him properly.

That evening at the dinner table, Lin Weiming shared the good news with his mother, Liu Junlan.

"Mother, I've thought this through carefully these past few days and I've made up my mind! The children in the family all have their own ideas, so we don't need to worry."

"It's the third son. This kid isn't disobedient, he's just a bit muddled and doesn't know what to do. After all, I'm his father, so I have to think about him. I was thinking about the rice shop, how about I hand it over to him to manage from now on?" Lin Weiming said happily.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he received a flick on the forehead from Liu Junlan.

“You’re my son, how could I not know what you’re thinking? You’re only thinking about the third son! You’ve just been idle for too long and don’t want to get involved! You’re such a good-for-nothing, you’re a grown man and you still want your son to take over.” Liu Junlan rolled her eyes and exposed Lin Weiming’s little scheme.

Lin Weiming could only tell the truth, and he felt a little aggrieved: "But Mother thinks what I'm saying is true. Even the third son himself doesn't know what he likes. I just saw that he has a talent for arithmetic, so I wanted him to try more. What if he likes doing business?"

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