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Chapter 3 Master Li's accountant

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    "ah!"

    Zhang Luo yelled, his big dirty hands staggered in fright.  Only then did she see that the owner of this hand was a bearded man of indeterminate age, wearing the attire of Wu Song fighting a tiger on a wine bottle.

    "Mr. Jia"

    Immediately afterwards, two more women who appeared to be in their forties appeared in front of Zhang Luo.  Both of them wore their hair in buns, dressed as the ancients in TV dramas, and wore long pockets in the so-called Morandi color system, and a belt with golden cloud patterns on their chests.

    "You've woken up. I'm still waiting for you to quickly settle this month's accounts." This was the first serious sentence.

    Zhang Luo blinked and looked at himself, only to see black and gray bricks on the ground, like the kind that fell from the red plastic shed and knocked himself down.

    She looked up again, and the crowd gathered around a varnished armchair.  Sitting on the chair was a "grandmother" in her twenties, with a dark face and a brown kerchief wrapped around her head.  In terms of complexion and attire, he was comparable to the bullfrog outside the frog porridge shop, and he was still holding a brush in his hand.  It can be seen that this is Mr. Jia who everyone is arguing about.

    However, how did he become a brick through time travel?

    "Where am I?" Zhang Luo asked in a low voice, but the voice seemed to come from the mouth of Mr. Jia who was sitting on the chair above his head.

    "You were exhausted from working overtime last night. Our Zuixing Tower is at the end of the month, that's it. But, you insist, Zhou Guanren, a regular visitor of Senior Sister and Senior Sister, is leaving Beijing today. You settled the bill, Mama Li said,  Maybe we can get the debt back before he leaves."

    Zhang Luo heard the word "debt collection", and immediately felt that his soul had returned to his hometown, and his whole body was refreshed.

    She blinked her eyes and realized that there was also the word "teacher" in this sentence.

    Does this mean that it is the famous concubine Li Shishi in the late Northern Song Dynasty?

    This Mr. Jia, could it be the female accountant of Li Shishi's brothel?  !

    Looking at the various ledgers hanging on the wall, as well as those piled up on the case, she somewhat understood why Mr. Jia's soul was out of his body, and the floor tile of hers was the voice.  In modern terms, this is probably the sudden death from overwork in the financial industry after working overtime around the clock.  It's just that Mr. Jia's body still doesn't seem to want to admit this matter, and he uses his own brick to cover it up.

    Zhang Luo tried to imagine the appearance of writing in his brain.

    Sure enough, Mr. Jia sat up straight on the chair and continued to write on the case.

    The three people around the armchair also dispersed and went to do their own work:

    The bearded uncle who was the first to show his paws to him sat at the door, holding an injection and an awl, muttering to drill and bind the loose sheets.

    The two women also sat at the back of the room.

    Zhang Luo soon heard the ding-ding-dong-dong sound of counting silver and copper coins.  She turned her head and saw that a woman was in charge of counting the silver, while the other one was sitting on the side, watching her count, which was similar to the current year-end counting of cash.  Well, this Qinlou Chuguan not only has a full-time accountant, Mr. Jia, but also an uncle with a beard who binds the vouchers, and two female cashiers.

    Zhang Luo tried to look at the notebook spread out on the table, only to see a series of numbers in a blur.  There is also an abacus at hand, but it looks a little different from the abacus passed down in later generations.  However, in the modern age when Zhang Luo is an accountant, no one needs to use abacus. She doesn't know how to type, and can only do mental calculations secretly.  But relying on the calculator for too long, the eyes are actually smeared.

    Moreover, the numbers on the notebook made her eyes jump with anger.

    These numbers are recorded for each guest.  Except for one "Zhao Yi", all the other guests paid on credit, especially the one named "Zhou Meicheng".  At the end of last year, the mantissa was seven hundred and fifty-two taels of silver and three cents four. This year, another twelve months have been recorded in the account, and a total of one thousand three hundred and twenty-five taels and eight cents is owed.  However, he didn't even find a penny.

    "Bastard this week!"

    Zhang Luo immediately remembered how she used to manage the accounts of the group clubhouse, and was so angry that she directed Mr. Jia's hand and tapped the pen on the case.  Her consciousness also rose from the floor tiles and entered Mr. Jia's body.

    "Isn't it?" The female cashier who was in charge of watching the other person's count also interrupted to respond.  "Fortunately, the officials kicked him out of the capital. However, looking at the current situation, he still can't pay the money."

    The finances of the whole room immediately shared the same hatred, and the bearded man who was in charge of binding the vouchers at the door also interjected: "Official Zhou is also an official, but do you know why he was driven away by the officials?"

    Of course Zhang Luo didn't know.  The bearded man stuck his head in and whispered, "The officials are annoyed when they find out that the officials dared to rob him of women this week."

    "Hey hey¡ª¡ª"

    Two cashiers counting money insideSon, sang out.

    When Huizong also appreciated it together, she was overjoyed and made a big mouth to say that she missed it, which caused Zhou Caizi to be exiled by the emperor.

    Thinking of this, Shi Shi was proud and sad, and couldn't help crying:

    "It was I who killed him. He is leaving Beijing today"

    "That's right, it's really desolate for a person to be exiled from Beijing in such a severe winter." Zhang Luo looked at the two cashiers, and the three women catered together.

    "Isn't it? The Chinese New Year is coming"

    "It's too miserable, I will come back later, I don't know when it will be."

    Li Shishi said, wiped the corners of his eyes: "I should go see him off." Then he sighed again: "But today Zhang Neishi sent a message that Officer Zhao will come tonight too. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time."

    Zhang Luo helped Li Shishi to sit on a warm armchair: "Don't the officials also value that my sister is different from the world, and value talents and virtues the most? But if my sister goes, the officials will only be more moved. Besides, Xiaobie is better than a newlywed  "

    Zhang Luo didn't expect that in order to successfully collect debts from Zhou Bangyan, he would say anything to the literary young woman.

    Waiting for Li Shishi to help the maid to leave, the bearded man and the two cashiers came over and asked:

    "What if Mama Li heard what you said?"

    "Yeah, Zhou officials can't spend so much money like the officials. It's not worth it."

    "By doing this, Mr. Jia, isn't he throwing away the watermelon and picking up sesame seeds?"

    Zhang Luo scanned the three of them, knowing that the three of them were taking the opportunity to clear up their ties, and felt sad for a while.  As soon as the breath was released, her consciousness fell from Mr. Jia's body and returned to the floor tiles.

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