See Jiangshan

"Why are you still downloading, it's endless."

The continuous spring rain in Nanyang City started to fall last night, and it hasn't stopped yet.The whole city was soaked in the hazy mist, and people were soaked to the point of weakness.

When the college is over, there is a sea of ​​umbrellas, and the already congested roads are even harder to move.Whose oil-paper umbrella knocked someone's head, who stepped on water and splashed whose college uniform, there was a mess of complaints and apologies, and the sound of frogs in the pond was extremely noisy.

The egrets on the small islet in Taiyechi don’t know where they are flying, and the peach blossoms outside the library are blown down by a night’s wind and rain, leaving only the shiny green banana leaves.

After class, Cheng Qianren went upstairs against the flow of people, and arrived at the fourth floor as promised, but heard the woman in the loan office say, "He has something to do today, so he can't come today, so he left the book with me."

Cheng Qianren thanked the other party and put the book into his arms.

After seeing off his friends after dinner, he took out his book.

There is no third copy in the library of the college. I don't know where the deacon found it. When I opened it, I could smell the fragrance of ink, which seemed to be a new print.

He looked at this book, and his intuition was different from what he saw yesterday.But because the content of "Plum Blossom Yishu" is obscure and difficult to remember, it is not clear what is different.

Otherwise, I will compare it with the original tomorrow, so I can't let Zhu Liu preview the fake book, right?

Thinking of this, the kind and gentle smile of the young scholar suddenly came to mind, and Cheng Qianren felt a little guilty, feeling that he was really a villain, and let down the opponent's sincerity.

In the afternoon, it was another subclass of 'Basis of Military Theory'. When school was over, the sky was gloomy and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Cheng Qianren went home and took out the old sword, changed into his drenched outer robe, and was about to rush to the West Market.

Zhuliu wiped his dripping hair with a cloth towel: "It's been raining, there shouldn't be much business, and there's not much to settle, brother, let's go tomorrow."

Cheng Qianren smiled at him, and went out with an umbrella: "No, I have to go when I have to go. If I lose this job, where can I find such a good one. Be good, come back to study with you at night."

Cheng Qianren walked into the shop covered in steam.He dusted off his robe, put away the bamboo bone umbrella in his hand, and put it against the wall together with the old sword.

Business is really bad on rainy days.The small shop was empty, and his boss moved the rocking chair behind the counter to the eaves at the door, and people just slumped on it lazily.The eyes are empty, as if looking at the rain curtain under the eaves, and at the water in the slight concave of the stone slab.

Cheng Qianren greeted him, but he just glanced at him lightly: "Let's take care of it."

The voices are weak.

Cheng Qianren looked diagonally across the long street. A huge oil-paper umbrella stood more than ten feet away to the south. Under the umbrella was Gu Xuejiang's calligraphy and painting booth.Through the rain curtain, Mr. Gu could be vaguely seen leaning on an armchair with a teapot in his hand.

He looked at the owner at the door again.Hey, the two paralyzed Xishi, complement each other.

But Gu Er didn't sleep at home, and went out of the stall in the rain. It seems that he has been struggling recently.

Suddenly I heard my host say: "I don't have many notes today, so go back early."

Cheng Qianren still stood behind the counter and calculated: "It's okay, I'll check the due credit and make a list for you."

The host replied lightly: "Okay, whatever you want."

Cheng Qianren has always been very puzzled, how the boss managed to keep the store open with such a loose temper.

Before he came, there was no account book here, and he threw the money into the box behind the counter when he collected it, and used the money when he needed to buy vegetables or noodles.If anyone in the neighborhood wants to pay on credit, the owner will say yes and say he knows.As for whether you can remember it or not, and how long you can remember it, it depends on fate.

When Cheng Qianren asked, he couldn't even tell if he had made a profit or lost money.

"Why keep accounts, it's too troublesome."

"Then I'll make you a table, you can just draw the lines, and I'll do the calculations the next day, you can't go wrong."

Cheng Qianren made a whole form, with Yangchun Noodles, Sour Soup Noodles, and Red Oil Chaoshou each occupying a column, and every time you buy a copy, you will write down a sum and draw the word '正'.The names of those who are often credited are also listed, and whoever credits is circled after their name.Draw a circle for every five Wen on credit.

As for the interest he said on credit exceeding five days, and discounts for repaying the debt within two days, the boss was not interested at all.

After Cheng Qianren came, he was also in charge of shopping. Anyway, there are four mouths to eat in the family, so he usually buys more things.The merchant is willing to buy it together with the ones in the store, and will give him a few pennies.

In this way, the accounts in the store can be calculated clearly.

As for being seen many times by his classmates wearing college uniforms, going in and out of the rice noodle oil store, haggling with the vegetable hawkers, and calling him brother, they don't want to see him.Scolding him behind his back, "It's really embarrassing for the academy."

Cheng Qianren pretended not to hear.

He does a big liquidation every two weeks and reports the profit and loss.The boss is not too concerned, what he said the most is "whatever you want."

But he was very happy doing it. After all, he could get three taels of silver every month, which was enough for him to eat and drink with Zhuliu.

Cheng Qianren made the list, rubbed his stiff shoulders, stretched his muscles and bones, and saw that his host was still paralyzed on the rocking chair at the door.

Not even the posture changed.

He went to the back kitchen to boil water and wanted to make a pot of tea.The charcoal stove was not completely cold, and when boiling water, I suddenly remembered what I had just come here.

"My surname is Cheng and my name is Qianren. I am a student of Nanyuan College, majoring in 'Analyses'. May I ask if you are recruiting Mr. Accountant?"

The large shops in the south of the city all have old tents that have been in use for decades. Seeing that he is a student of the academy, they politely sent him out.The west market is full of small businesses, the boss and the assistant are enough, and if you hire more people, you have to pay more.

Cheng Qianren was rejected for a day, and looked around to confirm that the noodle restaurant at the end of the street had no waiters, only the boss.

Small facade, four tables on the street, and four square tables in the store.

When the boss came out to greet the customers on the street, he followed up to greet him, and then introduced himself.

After the boss turned back to the counter, he sat down on the rocking chair: "My child, I advise you to study hard now."

Only then did Cheng Qianren see clearly that the man in front of him had slanted eyebrows, long and drooping eye tails, black and blue stubble on his chin, his hair was tied up in disorder, and the sleeves of his coarse linen clothes were half rolled up.

Bai spoiled a handsome appearance.

Cheng Qianren pretended not to hear the refusal in his words: "I am not only good at settling accounts, I also know a little about business management; I can also cook, and I can also help in the kitchen..."

There was a sudden noise in the shop.Seems like a foreign cultivator who doesn't understand Nanyang's rules and conflicts with ordinary people.

The man lowered his eyes and didn't look at him or the people who were arguing and grabbing seats. He didn't know if he was listening.

"Ah! dead man!—"

Exclaimed suddenly, the guests ran out scrambling.The stools were overturned, and the dishes and chopsticks were smashed all over the floor.

Cheng Qianren heard the sound and took a look. The man's chest was pierced by a machete, blood was bubbling, and he died in an instant, and the killer ran away without a trace.

Seeing that the person in front of him didn't respond, he continued, "If you're too busy, I can also be in the back kitchen..."

The man interrupted him suddenly: "Aren't you afraid?"

Cheng Qianren was stunned, and then remembered that this is Taiping Nanyang City, where life and death matter, and a young student like him should shout loudly.

Hey, it's too late to shout now.

"I, I'm from Dongchuan. The border is chaotic. I've seen it a lot, so I'm not afraid."

To put it bluntly, his past experience has made him indifferent, he doesn't care about the world, he only cares about the people around him.A life passed before his eyes, and he sighed at most.

Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to be very familiar with Dongchuan, and asked casually: "Where is Dongchuan from?

"Wuhuandu on the Cangjiang River."

"Look at your body, seventeen or eighteen? How do you make a living in Wuhuandu?"

"I do some living on the river."

He answered quickly, afraid that the other party would misunderstand that he had been a bandit, after all, that place had the most bandits.

The man became a little interested, and finally looked at him: "Fishing? Weaving nets?"

Cheng Qianren said vaguely: "I also do these things in my free time..."

The man asked: "Then what is your main business?"

Cheng Qianren felt that his tone was like that of an interviewer, giving people the illusion that after answering the questions, they could get the job.

He said honestly: "Fill the corpse."

After he wore it, he inherited this livelihood skill from the original owner. 'Filling corpses' is an elegant way of saying it, to be precise, it's called 'selling corpses'.The family members of the deceased came to search for the corpse. The two sides negotiated a price and paid half of the deposit first. Tow to the shore.

People who died in the river died in a variety of ways. Merchant shipwreck or accidental drowning were considered good, but the eyes were bulging and the tongue sticking out, and the hair swelled to twice its original size after soaking.However, there are still those who were killed by bandits and thrown into the river, and they often found severed limbs, torsos, heads, etc.

Cheng Qianren even vomited out the bile at first, but later he was able to clean up the mud from the corpse without changing his expression.

This job is dangerous and unlucky, there is no business in winter, and the corpses are perishable in summer, but the money comes quickly.

Except for being a bandit, it is the fastest way to get money.

Cheng Qianren was a little apprehensive after answering, until the man said: "Oh, you can stay."

In the small noodle shop in Nanyang City, blood flowed everywhere.Before the official came, they finally finished the conversation.

The rain is fading.Cheng Qianren walked to the door with a thick porcelain bowl, and the clear tea soup was steaming white, and was blown away by the cold wind in a blink of an eye.

He put the teapot beside the rocking chair: "Master, have some hot tea."

"Thank you."

Cheng Qianren pointed across the street: "Shall I give a pot to my friend too?"

did you see it?Right there, your paralyzed friend.

"up to you."

Cheng Qianren walked into the bleak wind and rain with an umbrella, and said to the pale Gu Er: "Here, I'll change the hot pot for you."

Mr. Gu took it with both hands, and immediately looked at him like his own father.

"Bring the jug back after drinking."

Mr. Gu held the teapot to warm his hands: "Actually, it's not necessary. It's late, and no one can see the portrait clearly. I'm planning to close the stall."

Just as he was speaking, a shadow covered the light.

Someone walked under Gu Er's oil-paper umbrella and sat opposite them.

Come to business.