In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

After lunch, Tina took Wang Yan to the ranger's hut in the center of the ranger's training camp.

The door was open, but there was another curtain, probably to keep out flying insects or something.

Lifting the curtain, you see a large wooden table against the wall inside, with several thick stacks of papers neatly piled on it.

Tina walked to the table, reached out and patted a stack of documents that was almost half a meter high, and said casually:

"These are the documents that need to be processed recently. Those over there have already been processed. You can refer to the format and process first, and then just follow the usual procedure."

As Wang Yan approached, he saw that the pile of unprocessed documents was as thick as several large dictionaries, reaching a height of nearly half a meter.

He subconsciously licked his dry lips and looked up at Tinari: "Are you sure this is just 'the last few days' worth of documents? This pile up is almost half a month's worth."

Tinari shrugged dismissively, his large ears twitching slightly.

"Since the Order of the Order officially closed the Void, all forest patrol records, supply requests, and training schedules have been converted to paper-based office work, making this kind of paperwork much more cumbersome than before."

"I could manage on my own before, but now I'm really overwhelmed. I was originally planning to have Ke Lai help out with this once her grades improved a bit more."

Looking at the mountain of papers, Wang Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"You're... putting Cole in a bit too difficult."

"So I'll have to trouble you for now." Tinari's lips curled into a slight smile. "Don't worry, the work isn't complicated. It mainly involves checking the patrol records, taking stock of supplies, and scheduling next month's training shifts—you can refer to the formats of the ones that have already been processed over there. The pen and ink are in the drawer; you can find me at the training ground if you have any questions."

After saying this, Tinari casually pulled the top two reports from the table, turned and walked out of the tent. As he reached the door, he turned back and added:

"Oh, by the way, Cole will bring dinner over this evening. You can still use the tent you slept in yesterday as part of your pay. Work hard, and you won't be shortchanged."

The tent flaps fell, and the camp fell silent.

Wang Yan walked behind the table and sat down. He picked up a processed document and examined it closely. It was indeed a well-formatted record table with neat handwriting and occasional brief comments from Tina.

"Fortunately, my [language proficiency] seems to be a variant, which not only gave me the ability to listen and read, but also the ability to speak and write."

Wang Yan sighed inwardly, then took a deep breath, pulled out the top Forest Patrol Daily that was yet to be processed, picked up a dip pen, and began to write, referring to the example.

Anyone familiar with various data reports knows that as long as there is a template and the data is complete and accurate, these daily reports are the easiest to write.

Wang Yan found it easy to write.

Outside the window, the faint sounds of shouts from the training ground and arrows piercing the air could be heard, while inside the tent, only the soft scratching of pens on paper and the occasional muttering of Wang Yan checking data could be heard.

Time passed by little by little.

Perhaps it was the effect of the cattle and horses' genes, but Wang Yan didn't feel tired at all. He sat for an entire afternoon without even noticing when the lights in the room were turned on.

"Mr. Wang Yan, I've brought you dinner."

Niu Ma Wang Yan only came to his senses when Ke Lai's voice rang out from outside the door.

I glanced at the documents on my right and saw that half of them had disappeared.

In just one afternoon, he finished half of what Tinali had done in several days.

"Others transmigrate and become kings and conquerors, but I transmigrate and start as someone's clerk... Could I really be some kind of innate divine body?"

Wang Yan mentally complained, but didn't forget to respond to Ke Lai's call: "I'm here, thank you for your help, Ke Lai, please come in."

The curtain to the cottage was lifted, and Cole walked in carrying a food box.

She noticed the pile of documents to Wang Yan's left, all of which appeared to have been processed, and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, did you process all of this? That's amazing!"

"It's just standard, perfunctory work; there's nothing technically demanding," Wang Yan shook his head, speaking the truth.

Anyone who frequently does clerical work knows that once these daily reports are completed, their biggest use is as data garbage.

Only a very small amount of content might be accessed by higher-level administrators.

To put it another way, some township and county governments may have accumulated documents from decades ago. These documents are of absolutely no problem in terms of standardization, but many of them have never seen the light of day after they were written.

The reports you write may not necessarily be seen by anyone.

Of course, this is not to say that paperwork is superfluous; on the contrary, it is essential for the operation of the system.

Leave a record of your work.

Often, when problems arise, it is these seemingly insignificant documents that can save your life.

Beside him, listening to Wang Yan's humble words, Ke Lai still felt a sense of admiration: "You're too modest, Mr. Wang Yan. These documents are giving me a headache just looking at them..."

Seeing Ke Lai's expression, Wang Yan hesitated for a moment but still didn't reveal that Tina Li was planning to hand over the paperwork to her.

If too much pressure is put on a child all at once, the child may not be able to handle it.

"Haha, take your time, you'll be able to do it someday."

Wang Yan chuckled, then changed the subject, looking curiously at the food box: "What's for dinner? I can smell something delicious."

"It's butter chicken and fragrant rice, both dishes I recently learned to make. Try them and see what you think!"

Ke Lai's attention was diverted, and she happily placed the food box in front of Wang Yan, then looked at Wang Yan expectantly, hoping that Wang Yan would try it soon.

Wang Yan didn't stand on ceremony. He reached into the food box, opened it, and took out a dish and a bowl of rice.

The original version of butter chicken is probably Indian butter chicken, a dish with rich flavor.

As for "Beast Rice Fragrance", it is a hand-grabbed rice dish, similar to the hand-grabbed rice that Wang Yan once ate in the XJ area, and the taste is also extremely delicious.

However, perhaps because of Wang Yan's mention of Liyue's identity, Klei also put a spoon and chopsticks in the food box.

However, Wang Yan did not actually get to eat with his hands.

Wang Yan first scooped up a spoonful of butter chicken and put it in his mouth. The golden, glistening sauce coated the crispy chicken pieces, and the rich milky aroma intertwined with the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes. The complex aroma of spices spread layer upon layer on the tip of his tongue.

His eyes lit up, and before he could even swallow, he mumbled a praise: "Mmm! This tastes amazing! The chicken is crispy and flavorful, and the sauce's consistency and the balance of spices are simply perfect!"

I couldn't wait to take another bite of the fragrant beast rice.

The long-grained rice is distinct, soaked in the oil of the meat and the essence of the spices, each bite bringing a satisfying feeling and the subtle fragrance of Patissalan.

"This rice is absolutely amazing!"

Wang Yan raised his head and looked at Ke Lai with admiration in his eyes.

"The rice was cooked to perfection, and the aroma of the meat was fully infused into it, making it not greasy at all."

"Kore, your cooking is absolutely amazing! With this level of skill, you could open a huge restaurant in Liyue and it would be a massive success!"

Wang Yan was generous with his praise.