Raising the Demon

Chapter 10: Book of Accounts
Although Zi Baifeng was said to be the number one scholar when he was young, but that was just a compliment after all.

The ancestors of the Zi family were also a scholarly family. Although the family fortune fell, they still did not give up on the education of their offspring. No matter how difficult it was, they would send their children to private schools, hoping that some of the offspring would be able to shine again.

And after a flood, the villagers in Zicun were killed and injured. I don't know how many people could escape their lives. The responsibility of Guangzong Yaozu fell on the shoulders of their father and son.

It's just that Zi Baifeng was not well-versed in the world, and he was not liked by the villagers. They are people with foreign surnames, and their lives are all kinds of hardships. If it weren't for the understanding of the clan elders, and Zijian's kindness, he might have been driven away long ago.

What made Zijian even more happy was that since his son passed out last time, he seemed to be a different person, and his speech was no longer as inflexible as before.It's just that this child is sometimes mature and sometimes frivolous, which makes people a little unpredictable.

But now, he didn't know what he was thinking about, lost his mind, opened the window and looked out of the window, just laughed there, like a fool.

Zijian didn't care about him, he moved the broken tables and chairs out, Xiao Shi also came over, waving a long pole tied with cloth strips, stretched his arms and stood on tiptoe, shrinking his neck , squinting his dark eyes, cleaning the dust on the beams.

"Father, little stone, this house will be mine in the future." Zi Baifeng suddenly turned around, looked at his father, and said.

His face was full of excitement, and he gestured in the house: "Put a table here, a chair here, a few shelves here, and here, I want to plant a potted flower, um, I have to write a few more words." A banner, hanging here, right, right, and a plaque, what should I write..."

He walked around the house excitedly, this is just an ordinary mud tile house, it is not the same as the high-rise buildings in the previous life, but this is indeed his starting point here.

The first step is one footprint, which cannot be dug out or driven away.

Both Zijian and Xiaoshitou stopped, watching Zibaifeng waving his arms excitedly, describing the future here.

They were infected without knowing it, listening together and laughing.

"I will make the life of the villagers in Xiayan Village better and better. I will make this world more and more beautiful. I will make this father, Xiaoshitou, and aunt live a better life."

I will, I will!
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Hu Caijun knocked on the door and waited outside.After a long time, I heard a dull voice from inside: "Come in!"

Hu Caijun gently opened the door, looked up, then walked in with his head down, and said in a low voice, "My lord."

The Fujun's office is a little stuffy, the windows on all sides are closed, airtight, the sunlight casts tree shadows on the window paper, shaking slightly.Mr. Fu sat under the plaque of hard work and learning, frowning in thought, apparently embarrassing something.

Hu Caijun glanced at it, and saw that it seemed to be Mengcheng's accounts, the shocking deficit, and every pen and pen were tangled together.

After standing in front of Fu Jun for a long time, Fu Jun rubbed his temples, raised his head, and looked at Hu Caijun in front of him.

"Oh, it's you... Your name is..." The Fu Jun obviously couldn't remember his name.

"Student Hu Caijun." Hu Caijun hurriedly saluted, but felt helpless in his heart, unexpectedly, the Fujun could not remember his name.

"Oh, what's the matter with you?" Fujun leaned back on the backrest, the hard wooden chair, even if it was padded, was not very comfortable, so Fujun was not in a good mood.

"My lord." Hu Caijun hastily handed over the book in his hand, "Yesterday, the students heard that the Fujun mentioned taxes and accounts..." He raised his eyes and found that the Fujun was not displeased, just waiting for him to continue, so he continued Said: "The students took the courage to check some of the tax records on the case, and then settled overnight, and found that the taxes in some places have not been collected."

"Because time is limited, the students first liquidated the nine villages in a township, and several of them had serious tax evasion. The students thought that if they sent people to collect the taxes from these villages, they would probably be able to temporarily relieve their urgent needs."

Fu Jun took the book in Hu Caijun's hand, and looked at it with a frown. The strokes on it were well-founded, coming and going, and he remembered them very clearly.The annual taxes of the nine villages were transcribed on paper one by one.Taxes in various places are not just money, such as food, labor, etc., can be deducted from taxes. This sum is calculated according to the price, and the addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division are very clear.After looking at it for a while, Fu Jun's brows stretched, and he said, "Your name is Hu Caijun? Are you good at calculating?"

"The student is not talented, and has studied a little." Hu Caijun saluted again, and said, "Students like to study "Nine Chapters", "Sea Island", "Grandson", "Five Caos", "Zhang Qiujian", "Xiahou" since childhood "Yang", "Zhou Bi", "Five Classics", "Zi Shu", "Ji Gu" and other ancient books on arithmetic, I once thought about taking the examination of Ming Suan, but Ming Suan was not a great way after all, so I concentrated on studying poetry and books .”

"Well, not bad..." Fu Jun frowned. In fact, Fu Jun is quite a rough person, and so is his management style.After several years of being the ruler of the government, many details have not been taken into account, and the folk customs have become slightly more open.But the weather is not beautiful. In recent years, there have been severe droughts or severe floods. This kind of extensive management method that does not care about the people has gradually become unbearable. That is why the government has recently opened up to speak out, select talents, and plan to enrich their own management. The team, take the refined route.

Although he is not good at calculating, he knows how to employ people. Seeing that Hu Caijun is so caring, he said: "In this case, then pass the order to the master and ask him to supervise it. You also sort out the other things. If If you need help, go to the accounting room and find a few people, and say that I arranged it."

"Thank you, Mr. Fu!" Hu Caijun saluted neither humble nor overbearing, turned around and walked out, walked outside the door, then snorted coldly, and looked down.

Among the nine villages, the one ranked first is the three characters "Xiayan Village".

Since ten years ago, the accounts of Xiayan Village have been in disarray, with contradictory statements. It took Hu Caijun a lot of effort to sort out the accounts, and calculated the lack of taxes in Xiayan Village. Three out of ten.To be on the safe side, Hu Caijun checked it on purpose, and asked himself clearly, without any leaks. Even the accountant at home could not see the slightest mistake.But now, the governor has ordered the collection of the missing taxes, and Hu Caijun doesn't believe that this son, Baifeng, can still find the flowers.

Zi Baifeng, Zi Baifeng, if you talk about "Ming Jing" and "Ming Strategies", I think I am not as good as you, but if you talk about "clear calculations", you, Zi Baifeng, are not as good as me.

At the beginning, your son Baifeng said that I, Hu Caijun, was just a conspiratorial villain, so I let you know that I, Hu Caijun, not only know how to conspire, but I am an upright conspiracy, it depends on how you take it!
It would be ridiculous if Wu Sha was kicked out just after becoming a village official!
And the most important point of this move is to show your ability in front of the Fujun.What Hu Caijun is best at is doing what he likes. He can see that the Fujun wants to change his management thinking now, so he is one step ahead.As long as I do it well this time, it's hard to say that I can't become the confidant of the Fujun in the future.

Thinking of what he was proud of, Hu Caijun couldn't help raising his head and laughing. He just laughed out loud, but his face stiffened, and he saw a tall, resolute young general in military uniform standing opposite him, looking at him suspiciously. Looking at him, with one hand on the long knife at his waist, he seemed to be judging whether to take him down.

This general, Hu Caijun, did recognize him. It was the captain who ordered him to be interrogated severely and almost beat him into a trick.

"General Luo!" Hu Caijun saluted hastily, turned around and left in a hurry.

The young general stared at him suspiciously as he went away, then he looked away, walked to the Fujun's study, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and said: "The last general asks to see the Fujun!"

Without waiting for an answer from inside, he opened the door and walked in, cupped his hands at the Fujun, and said, "Father!"

"Sit..." Fujun waved his hand very casually, and the young general sat down beside him. Even when he was sitting, his back was straight.

"Nan'er, you came at a good time. I have a letter here. You should go to Quzhou Mansion as soon as possible. See Master Shi Sun, and after Master Sun replies, you can rush back immediately. This matter is extremely confidential, and you have to go there in person." Do it, don't let others know."

The young general straightened his face, stood up and responded, "Yes, Your Excellency!"

The Fu Jun looked at the young general, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Master Changshi Sun has a daughter, whose name is Eying..." Before he finished speaking, the young general had already taken the envelope, cupped his hands, turned and fled Lost.

"This child...is still not married at such an age, and turns around and runs away when the matter of marriage is mentioned. What the hell is he thinking, hmph, when you come back, let your godmother talk about you..." Fujun couldn't laugh or cry, shook his head and frowned Silent.

Zi's ​​father and son have been busy until the sun goes down, and then they can be regarded as tidying up the house.

Zi Baifeng really loves the memory of Zi Baifeng to death. All kinds of manual skill points are almost full. Whether it is woodworking or calligraphy and painting, Zi Baifeng can be said to be proficient in everything now. Together, let's dismantle those tables and chairs, repair what can be repaired, and put together what can't be repaired, add the wood moved from our own yard, and transform it into several shelves, the two of them cooperate with each other tacitly and skillfully , it will be done soon.

Zi Baifeng was a little confused, how could he be taught to be a nerd with such a good skill point?Who is my private school teacher?It's really awesome.

"Barely use it first, and I'll make you a good set of desks and chairs later." Zijian looked at the desks and chairs that looked a little better, shook his head, and said.

Zi Baifeng has already planned to draw a design drawing by himself and ask his father to help him make some sets of modern furniture. First of all, an ergonomic chair is a must. This chair is really uncomfortable. Sitting on it for a day will really exhaust you. .

At the end of the day, Zi Baifeng was also tired from all kinds of hard work. After dinner, he went to bed. When I opened my eyes, it was almost dawn.

　Try to hit the list tonight, and give the ticket to Xiaoha after midnight, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)