I support the army through farming and business.

Chapter 7: Manager An

[Ding! The system for saving the cannon fodder male supporting role has been activated. Second mission: Reclaim the dowry. Reward: 100 kilograms of potatoes, HP +50]

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What a good thing!
Tang Zhao was spinning around excitedly, his brain working rapidly.

"This matter is too thorny. If I'm not careful, not only will I not be able to get back my mother's dowry, but I'll also be ruined." Tang Zhao suppressed the urge to attack the Duke of Wei's mansion and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. "I need to wait for the right opportunity."

Nanny Song also knew that this matter was difficult to handle. The girl was a younger generation, and the Duke of Wei’s Mansion could use filial piety to pressure her, so even the right thing to do would become wrong. Unfortunately, the entire Song family died in the war, and there was no one to support the girl and the eldest daughter.

She originally wanted to keep this matter to herself, but today, seeing how the eldest lady handled things in such an organized manner, easily controlling Nanny An and forcing Song Sheng to switch sides, her heart couldn't help but be moved.

What if, what if the girl can really get her dowry back from those jackals.

Tang Zhao couldn't sleep well for several days. When he thought about the gold mountain that belonged to him being taken away by others, he felt extremely angry!
Chunfeng peeled a hard-boiled egg and carefully applied it to her daughter's face. She said distressedly, "Did the girl sleep well? The dark circles under your eyes make me feel scared."

There was no way around it. The Duke of Wei's Mansion spent money like water. Today's banquet and tomorrow's polo game were all spent with her money!
her!

Tang Zhao frowned, suppressing his annoyance. "How's Song Sheng doing? Any news?"

Dongmei, who was in charge of following up on this matter, immediately replied, "Not yet."

"Where's Madam An? Is she still sending messages?"

"Yes, the guard intercepted a carrier pigeon in the alley outside the mansion. I followed the young lady's instructions and asked Brother Bai Cheng to imitate her handwriting and rewrite a note for the carrier pigeon to carry."

There are many hidden talents in the Bidan Courtyard. Although Bai Cheng is a second-class servant, he can imitate calligraphy very well, and it is easy for him to deceive uneducated people like Nanny An and Manager An.

"Let them be more careful and don't alert the enemy," Tang Zhao warned.

Dongmei responded with a serious face.

At the same time, in the backyard of Buyifang.

A woman in light winter clothes came into the house with freshly brewed medicine and helped the man lying on the kang drink the medicine.

Zhao Sheng's face wrinkled with bitterness, and he quickly ate three or four candied fruits to dull the taste.

"This young lady is too cruel. She caned me without hesitation. Even the Madam doesn't act so arrogantly in the mansion." Zhao was so angry that she jumped up and down as she looked at the man's bloody back. "When I come to the mansion later this month, I will complain to the Madam. Does she really think she can call the shots just because she's married?!"

"Just be quiet now," Zhao Sheng said, feeling a sharp pain in his back. He was terrified, yet he still had to comfort his proud wife. "The eldest daughter is no longer the same person she used to be. I'm afraid even Madam won't be able to do anything to her easily!"

Zhao sneered, "You are afraid of her, but I am not!"

When they were still some distance away from the backyard, they heard the quarrel between two people in the house. Manager An waited for a while, but the quarrel not only showed no signs of stopping, but became more and more intense.

Manager An frowned and coughed loudly, and the noise stopped abruptly.

When Zhao came out and saw that it was Steward An, she quickly smiled and said, "Steward An, why are you here? Please come in."

Manager An walked straight into the room. The strong smell of medicine made his brows furrow even more. "Did he really get beaten?"

The eldest daughter is too ignorant of her limits. She even dares to beat the mistress's right-hand man.

Zhao Sheng smiled bitterly, "As the steward saw, he received eight full court blows."

Zhao Sheng simply couldn't bear to think about it. If he hadn't turned against them in time, would he still be alive after twenty court battles?

"What's going on? Has your lie been exposed?" Manager An was displeased.

"I don't even have the chance to speak," Zhao Sheng told the truth. "I don't know how the young lady saw from the account book that Liaozhou Cloth Shop had placed over a hundred taels of orders with Buyi Shop. I had no preparation in advance, so I had to lie and say that the caravan accidentally burned the cloth while transporting the goods, and failed to deliver the goods to your door as agreed, so they had to pay a penalty of one thousand taels." Manager An listened carefully.

"The fake accounts submitted showed a profit of 270 taels this year. After deducting the 50 taels from the normal operation of the Clothes Shop, there is a shortfall of exactly 800 taels of silver."

This was also the amount of money that Manager An instructed to take back from the eldest lady.

"I anticipated that the young lady would be unhappy and perhaps unwilling to pay the money, but who could have imagined that she would fly into a rage, angrily accusing me of being useless, and without further explanation, dragged me away, threatening to give me twenty strokes of the cane."

Zhao Sheng trembled all over and cried out in pain, "The guards of the palace were merciless. They beat me with a few sticks and left me covered in wounds."

"Didn't Madam An give any advice?"

"I tried to persuade her, but the young lady wouldn't listen. She even slapped Nanny An hard, and Nanny An didn't dare to persuade her anymore."

Steward An suppressed his anger and asked, "How did you escape?"

How could Zhao Sheng dare to say that he was caught by mistake? That would be courting death!

"I will shoulder the remaining eight hundred taels of debt and guarantee that I will not damage the reputation of Buyifang."

Manager An had a blank expression on his face. "How can you handle this all on your own?"

Zhao Sheng quickly assured, "I've saved quite a bit over the years, and I'll definitely save enough to cover my expenses. I won't touch a single penny from Buyifang!"

Humph! Manager An was finally satisfied. Although Zhao Sheng's savings were all deducted from the shop, if you want your subordinates to be loyal to you, you have to turn a blind eye to the money.

What's more, which shop doesn't have this kind of thing?
It depends on whether you are greedy too much or too little.

Steward An has watched with cold eyes over the years and found that Zhao Sheng is one of the greediest people among the crowd.

"This incident serves as a warning. From now on, you and I must be more careful in what we do and remember not to leave any evidence behind."

Zhao Sheng knew that the matter was exposed, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "I know."

After Manager An finished knocking, he turned around and left Buyifang.

The servant waiting outside the door followed Manager An. A sedan chair stopped at the corner. The servant waited for Manager An to get into the sedan chair and then handed it to him with the note he had just received.

What was written on the note was exactly what Zhao Sheng had said. Manager An read it and found that it was the same as what Zhao Sheng had said, so he finally put his mind at ease.

It seems that he overestimated the young lady. She is just a brainless idiot who can only beat people.

He had originally planned to go to the palace to pay a visit to the eldest lady, but now it seems that it is unnecessary.

"Go back home."

He should also report to his wife the results of his hard work during a month of inspection.

In the backyard of Buyi Workshop, Zhao Shi saw Zhao Sheng lying on the bed pretending to be dead, and she got angry too. She went back to her room to rest, cursing.

As soon as Zhao left, a black-clad guard appeared silently in front of Zhao Sheng.

"I'm here to get the account books on the orders of the young lady."

Zhao Sheng got up and rummaged through the cabinet for a long time, then handed the real account book he had copied over the past few days to the black-clad guard.

(End of this chapter)