"Tear, tear--" the pillowcase was violently torn. Xianjin took out a thick booklet bound with coarse linen thread from it and took a close look at it with a tinder.
"In the sixth year of Zhaode..."
That happened seven years ago.
He kept a detailed record of the profits he made from purchasing, selling, and reselling every month, starting at thirty taels per month and with no upper limit of fifty taels.
It's still small money.
Starting from the eighth year of Zhaode, two more accounts were added every month. Only Anyang Prefecture was written in the name, and one account was for one hundred taels. There were also a few more expenses, which was about five hundred taels a year. This should be the details of Master Chen Liu selling Ba and Liu Zhangxuan to Anyang Prefecture and the dealings with the bandits in Baochan Temple.
Xianjin asked softly, "How much do we usually charge for a 80-foot-long sword?"
Chen Jianfang was stunned for a moment, and replied in a low voice, "I...the household affairs never go through the eldest son's house, I...I don't know."
oh.
Xianjin nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Chen Jianfang's decadence and restlessness that had been swept away came back. He didn't want to explain any more, but he still spoke, "My late father passed the imperial examination at the Imperial College eight years ago, and then went to work in Chengdu Prefecture, Sichuan. I first studied at Qingcheng Mountain Academy, and then went to study at the Imperial College. I spent little time at home..."
He didn't know why, but he was afraid that the girl would think he was one of those pedantic people who turned a deaf ear to the world outside and only focused on reading the books of sages.
After thinking for a while, he explained, "All household affairs are managed by my grandmother and my second uncle. At the end of each season, the letters we receive and send are not detailed enough to tell us how much a piece of paper is worth."
The eight-zhang and six-zhang xuan paper is more than just a piece of paper.
If Master Li Sanshun heard this, he would definitely scream, "...Baizhang Xuan is a heirloom! I'll die and my bones will rot, but this paper is stronger than me!"
Xianjin couldn't help laughing when he thought of the skinny old man raising the wooden rafters and shouting, "If you don't know, then you don't know. You'll know in two days when you come back from mourning!"
As he said this, he stuffed the account book into his arms. He heard a rustling sound of footsteps outside. Xianjin decisively blew out the tinderbox and hid behind the door frame with his back crouched. After the footsteps disappeared, Xianjin did not light the tinderbox either. He followed his memory and groped his way out of Zhu's house in the dark.
Only when my feet touched the snow on the street did my heart return to reality.
Xianjin was a little excited and walked very fast. Chen Jianfang wanted to speak, but didn't know what to ask. Ask her what she was going to do with the account book? It didn't seem necessary.
This account book naturally has to be handed over to my grandmother.
Those that need to be rectified should be rectified, and those that need to be cured should be cured by scraping the bone.
If the steward Zhu died and Master Chen Liu was pushed down, the real power in the workshop in Jing County would only be Uncle San, and what could Uncle San understand? When my grandmother passed away, Miss He standing behind Uncle San would be the undisputed head of Jing County.
She...seems like she really wants to be in charge?
Chen Jianfang looked over and saw the little girl was radiant. Perhaps she was so excited that her face was beaming with joy. He couldn't help but lower his head and smile.
Some girls and women just can't sit still, like his mother. After his father died, she picked up the detailed painting of flowers and birds again. The parrots and birds she painted were lifelike, with their red beaks raised as if they were learning to speak immediately.
When they reached the door of Chen's house, Chen Jianfang called out to Xianjin, "Miss He——"
Xianjin turned his head and said "hmm" waiting for further words.
"My name is Jianfang. I am the second child in my family. The eldest wife is the one who is ranked first. I also have an older sister who is married in the capital. You..."
You don't need to call me Dalang.
It always sounds a bit unlucky.
Xianjin thought about it and nodded, "Okay, Erlang."
Xianjin took a lot of effort to swallow the word "God" back.
It’s all because The Investiture of the Gods was too popular during my childhood.
Chen Jianfang wanted to ask something else, but he opened his mouth but didn't ask. He heard others call her Jin Jie'er. Which Jin? Jing? Jing? Jing? He Jinniang? He Jin'er?
But this is a girl's maiden name.
He only needed to know that she was "Miss He" and getting any closer would be overstepping the boundaries.
On this snowy night, he had overstepped the boundaries.
Eavesdropping for no apparent reason, inviting a strange girl to break into a house at night for no apparent reason, and...wanting to know the girl's maiden name.
He could attribute these transgressions to the absurd emotions caused by his father's sudden death, but... these absurdities must not be criticized by others.
Chen Jianfang turned and walked inside.
As the song went on, Master Chen's Yingying reached the eighth act. Master Chen, who played Yingying, was drunk and tugged at his brother Chen Fu's clothes in a coy manner, "Hongniang, Hongniang, the young lady is not drunk, but there is something stuck in her throat, and she won't feel relieved unless she gets it out—"
Whether Chen Fuhong was or not, Hongniang didn’t know, but her face looked quite red—red from anger.
Hell, even when he was drunk and singing in a play, he was just a supporting actress!
Pooh!
Chen Fu pulled the corner of his clothes back with an expressionless face.
The whole place was filled with laughter. Xianjin hid in the excitement and returned to the embrace of Chen Zuo Niang and Chen You Niang.
A welcoming banquet lasted until late at night, and after two days of rest, it was time to celebrate New Year's Eve and welcome the new year. Under the leadership of Qu Er Niang, Aunt Zhang got up earlier than the chickens and slept later than the dogs. She spent several days sweeping and cleaning, and the good days when she was only responsible for preparing two meals a day for the workshop workers were gone forever.
"Why don't they leave yet?"
Aunt Zhang gritted her teeth and stuffed an almond candy into Xianjin's mouth. "Luckily you found a capable girl and brought her back to help me a lot. Qu Erniang is simply my calamity!"
"I am paid to work in the roof and the fields, but how much do I get in a month? I want to take so much monthly salary from her. I even sleep with one eye open, one eye on guard, one eye on sentry. If the master steals chickens in the east, I will never touch the dog in the west!"
When the leader comes to visit, you have to hold your farts.
Xianjin chewed almond candy happily, "Is the lock ready?"
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