unlucky ghost

The little pigeon muttered, secretly cursing the two dead parrots for taking advantage of others and bullying them servants.

If you want to talk about a good omen, the good omen has really come, but it is not a good omen for Tanzi.

On this day, Mr. Zhuge felt that his heart was too hot recently, and he wanted to go back to his hometown to clean up for a while, so he went to Mr. Tan's room to resign.

Master Tan ordered his servant girl to serve fragrant tea, and the two bowed to each other and sat down, chatting with each other.

"How is sir?"

Old Mr. Zhuge's temples were white, and he seemed to be very old these days, and his complexion was also very bad. He stroked his chest and said, "Thank you, Mr. Tan, for your concern." He coughed twice, and said, "It's an old bone. , How can it get better, recently the chest has started to feel tight again."

Master Tan hurriedly said: "Mister, why didn't you tell me in time, so that I can ask the old man to invite a doctor for diagnosis and treatment?"

Master Tan said to Fei Zuzi, who was standing on one side with his hands down, "Quickly go and invite Doctor Zhou."

Fei Zuzi nodded and said yes, and was about to go out, but was stopped by Mr. Zhuge with his hand, "Don't bother, my illness is not a serious illness, it's just a little gloom accumulated in my heart when I was young, and the root cause of the illness has fallen. It’s not called getting angry, if you get angry a little bit, your heart will be blocked, and it will be fine after a few days of meditation.”

Master Tan sighed, patted the table and said slightly angrily: "It's that unbelievable bastard again!"

"You don't have to get angry, master. The young master is still young, and he doesn't have a decision in his heart. It's normal to be playful and willful."

Mr. Zhuge said again: "At the end of the day, it's because I didn't teach properly, I didn't follow the instructions well, taught students according to my aptitude, and my lectures were a bit dull, and I got older and angry again, which led to the root of the disease."

Elder Tan held back his anger and said guiltily: "Mr. Zhuge, don't protect him, old man... I really feel ashamed..."

Mr. Zhuge hurriedly persuaded: "Master, don't say that. Thanks to the care of the master in the past few years, the old man will not live on the street anyway. I can't blame others for this illness."

Master Tan sighed, and Mr. Zhuge took the opportunity to say, "I'm actually here to ask Master to resign."

Master Tan hurriedly grabbed Mr. Zhuge's sleeve and said, "Sir, this is..."

"Master, don't get me wrong. This time I came to resign. I just want to go back to my hometown to clean up for a while. First, it can relieve my illness. Second, I can visit relatives and ancestors by the way. My mother's grave has not been cleaned for many years. Violation of filial piety."

Only then did Master Tan feel relieved, if he really got mad at him, wouldn't it be ridiculous to spread the word, and how could he gain a foothold in the neighborhood in the future.

"That's fine, sir, just go back to your hometown to recuperate. After noon, I'll ask Zhou Fei to take you out of the house."

Mr. Zhuge cupped his hands and said: "Thank you for your trouble, master." He stood up and said, "It's getting late, so I'll take my leave. I have to tidy up my things."

"Then I won't keep Mr. Zhou Fei, send Mr. off."

Fei Zuzi hurried forward to hold Mr. Zhuge by his arm.

Mr. Zhuge took two steps tremblingly, then turned back with his brows furrowed, hesitating again and again: "I don't know if I should say something or not?"

"But it doesn't matter."

"The old man has thought about it recently. Throughout the ages, most of the people who study and study are seeking merit and fame. If it is for self-cultivation and self-cultivation, it is not necessary to study the Four Books and Five Classics like those who seek fame. Reading too much will make people change. Gotta be dumb."

"What you said is very true." Mr. Tan stroked his beard and nodded in praise, "What do you think, sir?"

"According to the old man's contempt, the young master will definitely take over the great business of the Tan family in the future. You should spend more energy on managing the accounts and doing business. In my spare time, I will pick up some practical truths and explain them to him in a concise manner, so that I won't call you the young master." It doesn't make sense."

After Master Tan heard the words, he felt that it was very reasonable, and quickly cupped his hands to thank him: "What you said, sir, really hit the pros and cons. When you come back from recuperation, let's just do it according to him. At that time, you will have to bother him."

"Where there is, this is the old man's duty, and he absolutely dare not say whether he is troublesome or not."

Just like that, as soon as Mr. Zhuge left, Master Tan sent his flying legs to spread the word to the real place in Tanzi.

Tanzi is really crossing his legs, half leaning on the bed to take a nap, while Qin Qing is outside feeding the parrots and sparrows.

The little pigeon held the book and read it word by word to Tan Zishi: "Master said: Isn't it pleasant to learn and practice it from time to time? Isn't it pleasant to have friends coming from afar? People don't know but don't feel stunned, don't Are you a gentleman? Ah... Ah Choo!"

The little pigeon sniffled and continued to read: "Youzi said: It is rare for a person to be filial and fraternal and like to offend his superiors. It is not easy to make troubles because he is not good at offending his superiors. It is rare. …

"Is the young master in there?" Fei Zuzi walked up to Qin Qing and asked with a smile.

Without raising her head, Qin Qing said, "I'm reciting scriptures inside."

Fei Zuzi smiled, went straight into the room, cupped his hands towards the pool on the couch, and said: "Master, Master sent me to deliver a message."

Tan Zishi opened his eyes suddenly, and said, "What's wrong again?"

Fei Zuzi squeezed out a smile awkwardly, and hurriedly said: "Where is it, the master just asked me to let me know, Mr. Zhuge has returned from his old illness, and today he will leave the mansion and return to his hometown to recuperate. Don't read any more."

Tanzi really expected that such a cheap thing would not happen, so he yawned and said, "Is there any more?"

Fei Zuzi said, "From now on, I will follow Mr. Wang in the accounting office every day..."

Although Tan Zishi didn't study well, he didn't dare to disobey his father's orders. He was happy to be free if he wasn't asked to study, and going to the accountant's house was just a change of place to dawdle.

And speaking of the second day, Tanzi walked out of the room brand new.

Qin Qing was holding a few ledgers and a sandalwood abacus in one hand, while the little pigeon followed behind with a pile of pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

I haven't learned why yet, but I have done enough.

Tanxi couldn't sleep for several days and no one spoke during the day. She just felt that her tongue was going to be rotten, so she went to the courtyard to join in the fun.

Tan Zishi walked in front with his hands behind his back, his head held high, and the servant girl did not dare to look at him when she saw him along the way, so she stepped aside and bowed her head and whispered in her ear: "Morning, young master."

Tan Zi really put on airs, and when he was happy, he replied: "Yeah." If he was not happy, he didn't bother to talk to him.

When they arrived at the accountant's door, Lingyu and Qinggu were standing together talking, they covered their mouths and snickered, seeing that Tanzi really came, they quickly stopped laughing.

"Yo! The sun came out from the west? Are you coming to the accountant to make trouble? Or did you go to the wrong door?" Qing Gu laughed and teased him.

Tanzi was really not annoyed, so he raised his hand and patted his head, tapped a chestnut lightly, and said: "You must speak virtuously, and be careful that you will have ghosts cut off your tongue in hell!"

Lingyu laughed and said: "With his three-inch tongue, I don't know how much I have won the favor of the master. Is the master really willing to ask the ghost to cut his tongue?"

Tanzi put a sticker on Lingyu cheekily, and said with a frivolous laugh: "If you help him run on me again, I will ask the ghost to cut off your tongue, and I will dry your two tongues in the sun." , When the ginseng is offered, it is placed in my room and jokes with me every day, do you think it is good?"

Just as they were talking and laughing, a man came out of the counting room, wearing a crimson robe, dragging a square golden abacus in his hand, and stood in front of Tan Zishi in a casual manner.

Tan Zishi immediately bounced off Lingyu, stood aside respectfully, and said with a smile, "Heh...Jiang Han, why did you get up so early..."

Jiang Han looked him up and down, his eyes flickered, and he said with a half-smile: "Yeah."

Seeing him sizing him up, Tan Zi hurriedly raised his hands to adjust the corners of his sleeves, and said, "Why do you look at me like that?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Han smiled lightly, with the corners of his mouth raised, his eyes were straightened in a rare kindness.

"Mr. Wang will be here soon, so be careful." Jiang Han said as he lifted his feet and walked into the courtyard, "He is no better than Mr. Zhuge. If you mess with him, he won't care about you, but he will definitely say a word. Let’s talk to the master.”

Tanzi smiled and nodded, seeing that he was about to leave, he hurriedly said: "Where are you going, aren't you in charge of the accounts today?"

Jiang Han turned around to look at him, and said: "The wine cellar at home has recruited thieves, I'll go back and have a look, and I won't be here today."

Tanxi had a drink at the side and quickly covered her mouth.

Tanzi frowned slightly in disappointment, and hurriedly said: "What kind of thief is so short-sighted, and actually stole to my Tanfu? You go back, I will take a few people to the yamen, even a ghost Find him!"

Hearing this, Tanxi hurriedly moved aside guiltily.

Jiang Han smiled faintly, shook his head and said, "You are a bodhisattva and you will not be able to protect yourself when crossing the river. Why do you still want to meddle in my business? You just deal with your father well and don't get scolded anymore."

As soon as Tan Zishi heard about his father, he was immediately discouraged, drooping his shoulders and said: "Then you should come back earlier, if you are short of money, just come to me for it."

"Yeah." Jiang Han's eyes flicked across his face, and he turned around slowly without showing any anger, and walked forward quietly.

Tanxi watched his crimson robe just blending into the mottled light and shadow in the garden, cool and quiet like a painting, turned his head, and saw that Tanzi was also staring at the man's back in a daze, his body was just right. They were also wearing crimson robes, and both of them were festive like a married couple who were going to enter the high hall together...

"Master, they're all gone." Qing Gu patted Tan Zishi on the shoulder.

Only now did Tan Zishi come back to his senses, smiled sarcastically, and put his arms around Qinggu's shoulders, Lingyu also came to his side, and the three of them pushed and shoved into the accountant's room.

Tanxi was wandering around in the courtyard, and after a stroll, he became sleepy, yawned and went to the accountant's room.

The account room is bustling at this time.

The neatly dressed servants came in and out holding the ledger pens and ink, and three or five young people sat on the desk by the window, cracking their abacus and sketching on the ledger from time to time.

"What you are holding in your hand is the old abacus left by your great-grandfather. The material is high-quality red sandalwood. It has been in your hands for at least 80 or [-] years." Wang Jingshi held the abacus in Tan Zishi's hand, Talk to him with slippery abacus beads.

Tanzi propped his chin listlessly, frowned and said, "My great-grandfather's?"

Wang Jingshi stroked his beard and nodded, and said: "I heard that there is a family heirloom in our Tan Mansion, I guess your great-grandfather's abacus is probably it."

Tan Zishi glanced at his mouth, "What kind of heirloom, why is the old man willing to give me the heirloom, most likely he doesn't want to buy me a new one, and guards me like a thief all day long."

Resignedly, Wang Jingshi put the abacus in front of him, and said: "It's not because you are too prodigal, young master. It's no wonder you are too old."