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"Father, I've figured it out."

"Well, here are the accounts of our lineage for a whole month. Naturally, it's not that easy to calculate. You have to be careful before..."

Zheng Buqi paused suddenly, then turned to look at Zheng Zhixun and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said I've done the math. There is something wrong with the account number No. 15. The difference between the entry and exit is 350 cents. There are also accounts for No. 21. Four bolts of silk have not been entered. So the final general account should be There are 610 errors!"

"Calculate... OK?" Zheng Buqi couldn't believe it. He had to know that he had just found the account number No. 14. After hearing Zheng Zhixun's words, he flipped through the account number No. 15 and checked it. Later, it was discovered that, as he said, the difference between the amount in the account and the amount in the account was 350 yuan.

Then, not believing in evil, he turned over the accounts on the 21st, and the results were still exactly the same as Zheng Zhixun said.

"You..." Zheng Buqi frowned and asked, "Have you read this account book in advance?"

Zheng Zhixun handed over his hand and said honestly: "My father just brought this account book today. How could I have read it?"

Yes, I just brought this account book over today. I haven’t read it yet. How could my son have read it?

When Zheng Buqi thought about it, he began to doubt life again.

We haven't seen each other for a few days, why are you being compared to your son?

No, this is not a comparison, this is a complete crushing. I haven't finished reading the accounts of No. 14 yet. This guy has finished calculating all the accounts for a month.

How did he do it? Am I already old? You must know that among the entire Zheng family, I, Zheng Buqi, am also among the best in arithmetic.

Just when Zheng Buqi fell into deep self-doubt, there was a clear sound of abacus.

That was the sound Zheng Zhixun made when he reset the abacus.

"Ahem, um..." Zheng Buqi said with a straight face: "You did well. My father only showed [-]% of the speed. I didn't expect you to have improved to such an extent."

"Thank you for the compliment, father!" Zheng Zhixun didn't know whether Zheng Buqi's words were true or false, but this was a rare compliment from his father, so he answered with joy and raised his hands.

"How do you use this thing?" Zheng Buqi asked, pretending not to care.

"Father, are you talking about the abacus? It was built by Mr. Yan. It is used for calculations. Its speed is much faster than abacus."

When Zheng Buqi first heard that his family had invited a young storyteller to be his son's teacher, he thought it was just Zheng Zhixun who wanted to listen to stories for fun, so he didn't take it seriously.

He also saw his son's hard work over the years, so he planned to turn a blind eye to this kind of thing, but he didn't expect that this Mr. Yan was really quite capable.

Of course he was curious about this abacus, but you said that the head of a family from the Zheng family branch wanted to ask his son how to use this thing? He couldn't bear to look like this.

"Not bad, very good!" Zheng Buqi gave a rare compliment, and he didn't know whether he was praising Zheng Zhixun or Yan Kai.

Then he said: "I will stay in this courtyard for another day tomorrow. When Mr. Yan comes, please invite him to meet me."

"Uh..." Zheng Zhixun said with a troubled face: "Mr. Yan will not come over tomorrow."

"Not coming?"

"Yes, Mr. Yan said that he would only come to class five days out of every seven days, and the remaining two days are his... weekends, yes, weekends! He also said that private time is sacred and inviolable..."

Zheng Buqi was silent for a while and then said quietly: "It's understandable that a capable person has some quirks. It's a pity that I will go to Luoyang the day after tomorrow, and I won't be able to see this interesting Mr. Yan this time."

After saying that, he waved his hand and asked Zheng Zhixun to go down and rest.

When Zheng Zhixun took a breath and walked out, Zheng Buqi called Butler Zheng in again.

"Tell me about this Mr. Yan!"

He didn't take it to heart at first, but Zheng Zhixun's progress in arithmetic just now really shocked him, so now he has to face up to this child who is said to be only in his teens.

Looking at Zheng Zhixun's behavior, it was obvious that he had high regard for Mr. Yan. He thought that Mr. Yan might not be so objective after what he heard from him, so he called the old man in the house, Butler Zheng.

Butler Zheng had been with me for many years, and he was the most mature and prudent person, so he seemed to be reliable.

"Speaking of Mr. Yan, he is really amazing..."

Zheng Buqi listened with a look of astonishment on his face. If he hadn't known some information about Yan Kai in advance, he might have thought that Butler Zheng was talking about some arithmetic master.

It's just that Zheng Buqi has already learned to keep his emotions and anger hidden, and he didn't express much until Butler Zheng finished speaking.

But after Butler Zheng was dismissed by him, he started muttering alone in the study.

"Talented... generous... but also acting eccentrically..."

It sounds like these adjectives are a bit inappropriate to apply to a teenage boy, but he also took time to come to this other hospital to see his son this time, and was about to rush to Luoyang.

Although he said he would stay here for another day tomorrow, no matter how amazing the other party was, he would not condescend to visit him at his home.

He shook his head and wanted to put this matter aside, but turned around and saw the account book he had used when competing with Zheng Zhixun just now.

"There's no reason. I've been studying arithmetic for decades, but I can't compare to a boy in his teens?"

After speaking, he opened the account book again and began to check the calculations again.

That night, the lights in the study were not turned off, and the next day, everyone in the Zheng Family Courtyard knew that the master had not had a good rest yesterday and had been very angry all day long, keeping everyone silent.

It wasn't until Zheng Buqi left that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Zheng Zhixun looked at the page in his hand and fell into deep thought.

This was given to Zheng Zhixun by Zheng Buqi before he left. There were not many words on the paper, but the content was very simple.

"The wine from your third uncle's winery will be sold by you."

Of course, this third uncle is Zheng Buqi's younger brother. In recent years, there has been fierce competition in the family, but this third uncle has a very good relationship with his family. It is said that Zheng Buqi slipped and fell into the water when he was young, and it was this third son of the Zheng family who worked hard to save him. Come up.

Later, the third son of the Zheng family also always stood by the side of the boss Zheng Buqi, but he was mediocre and really had no business talent.

Zheng Zhixun vaguely heard rumors that this third uncle's winery was severely suppressed in Hebei Province, but the wine he brewed could not be sold. He did not expect that his father came here this time for this matter.

Zheng Buqi originally planned to handle this matter himself, but after hearing that the Zheng family's wine shop was now famous in Luoyang City, he didn't know what he thought, so he actually handed over this job to the underage Zheng Zhixun.

Zheng Zhixun put the note away and put it in his arms: "Let's go to Mr. Yan's house."