Chapter 313 Song Ying is proud
"What do you mean?" Qiao Yun glared at Song Ci.
"Since this invitation is for me, I will keep it."
Qiao Yun was anxious and his tone was not good. "What do you mean? You don't want me to go. Song Ci, are you worried that I will overshadow you?"
Song Ci didn't hide any emotion this time. He glanced at her up and down with contempt in his eyes, "Who overshadows me? You?"
Qiao Yun had never been treated like this before. He was immediately furious and reached out to grab it.
"Give me!"
“Pah.”
Just as she was about to grab Song Ci's arm, Tian'er was quick to open her eyes.
A slap left a red mark on Qiao Yun's hand, which immediately turned red.
She covered her wrist, her eyes reddened, "Your maid hit me, Song Ci, is this how you treat guests! If my father knew, he would definitely not forgive you."
Song Ci's expression was calm, "If you want to file a complaint, go ahead."
"Okay, okay, we'll see."
Qiao Yun immediately took a step and walked out. Qiao Yu frowned and shouted. There was only one carriage and Qiao Yun was unfamiliar with the place. Where could she go? Even if she was angry, she was a girl after all, and she couldn't ignore her safety.
Who knew Qiao Yun would turn around and yell, "Qiao Yu, put away your hypocrisy. I don't need you to care about me."
Qiao Suo: "Sister, just leave her alone! She's an ungrateful person. You care about her, but she blames you."
Qiao Yu: "Just be quiet. We're all sisters, and we both have the last name Qiao. If she runs away alone, what will happen if something happens to her?"
"What can happen to her! She's just a she-devil!" Qiao Suo muttered unconvinced, and Qiao Yu couldn't help shaking his head.
"It's okay, I'll have someone keep an eye on it."
Qiao Yu didn't think much of it, thinking that there were other servants in the Song Ci family, so he nodded and said, "Then I'm relieved."
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These days, Song Lao Er has been as anxious as a headless fly.
He threw his silver in, but there was not even a splash. After waiting for several days, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and ran to Lord Li to get clarification.
Lord Li raised his head from the thick book, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes.
"What's up."
"Sir Li, look..." Song Lao Er said flatteringly, "Taxes are due soon. Is there anything I can help you with?"
A hint of mockery flashed across Lord Li's eyes so quickly that Song Lao Er didn't even see it clearly.
"Well, since you've asked, I have an account book here for you to check. Everyone's been very busy lately, and after much deliberation, I can only entrust this matter to you. What do you think?"
Song Lao Er's old face burst into laughter. "I will do my best to carry out what Lord Li has instructed."
Lord Li said that he would handle this errand alone. Was this implying that all the profits here would be his? It made sense. He had spent so much money, so who else could have paid more than him? He immediately took the account and left with a smile.
As soon as he left, Lord Li's expression darkened. He rubbed his brows and felt exhausted both physically and mentally.
Lord Liao came over and said, "Sir...what's wrong with you?"
"We're probably finished."
Lord Liao's face turned pale, and his hands in his sleeves trembled uncontrollably. "What do you mean, sir?"
After Song Laoer got the accounts, he began to work hard.
He was quite good at math and quickly worked out the accounts. He figured he could get the job done in a few days. However, the actual figures he reported wouldn't work. If he wanted to collect enough tax revenue, he'd have to lie to his superiors and hide the truth from his subordinates.
But they are officials, and what they say is what it is. What dare the people say?
Thinking of this, the smile on his face grew even wider, and he planned to turn around and see Lord Li to find out how much he should increase the amount.
This is all hard-earned money. If you count the amount, not to mention the money he spent, the extra money can be earned back. Otherwise, why do people say that tax management is a difficult task?
Taxes are not only silver, but also rice and flour. The common people farm and pay grain every year. If they are happy, they shake the bag, and if they are unhappy, they shake it a few more times. It is inevitable that some of the grain will fall to the ground.
His face was beaming with smiles.
Three days passed.
"Sir Li, I have already prepared the tax accounts."
Lord Li didn't look up, his pen never stopping. "Put it down."
Song Lao Er looked around and said in a low voice, "I have one more thing to ask you, sir."
"you say."
"Have you submitted this account exactly as it is?"
Lord Li's hand trembled, and a drop of ink fell, and a large area of the good paper was instantly smudged.
"Oh, it looks like I need to rewrite this."
Lord Li looked up and asked, "According to you, how should the tax accounts be written?"
"How about a slight increase of 30%?"
"Thirty percent." Lord Li repeated.
Song Lao Er asked tentatively, "Then, 40%?"
Lord Li's eyes gradually turned cold. He thought he was cold-blooded and exploitative enough, but it turned out to be a Zhou Pa Pi. No wonder he was hated.
This was all his own fault, so it wasn't his fault. There were some issues with the numbers in a bunch of account books, and it was too late to fix them now. He and Lord Liao had been pulling all-nighters for days on end, but how could they easily change the account books that had been there for so many years?
Wasn't it because I was dozing off and someone just happened to give me a pillow?
"Just do as you say."
Song Laoer was trembling, his mind was full of silver. Forty percent, forty percent was a figure he had never dared to imagine in his life, but it was right in front of him.
He was so excited that he couldn't speak.
Lord Li saw that he was still not leaving and glanced at him, "Why don't you leave quickly?"
Song Lao Er: "Yes, yes, yes, I dare not delay you, sir. I will leave now, I will leave now."
Seeing his ecstatic back, Lord Li's eyes became even colder.
This is all your own fault, you can't blame me.
Song Lao Er was still immersed in a sweet dream. The taxation matter had already been instructed, and it would depend on how the subordinates who were going to collect the taxes would act. Thinking that he would get the huge sum of money in half a month, his appetite had been great for several days.
Seeing that he was in a good mood, Second Aunt Song asked him about it. When she learned that her family was about to get rich, she was so happy that she didn't know what to do.
"I want to tell Song Ying about this. She should be happy about this good thing happening in her family."
"Yes, when the money comes in, give her more and ask her to be filial to her parents-in-law. After all, if they hadn't made peace, this job wouldn't have fallen on me."
"Yes, indeed."
When Song Ying got the news, she finally felt proud.
When Mrs. Liang learned that Song Ying was planning to buy some jewelry for her, she rarely looked at her directly. "The jewelry store you mentioned is not cheap."
"As long as it can make mother happy, it doesn't matter if it costs some money."
Hearing her words, Mrs. Liang smiled and said, "You are still filial."
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