Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Jun Ziyou woke up from the nightmare, and the first thing he said when he opened his eyes was: "He is back, and he is going to steal my things again..."

Li Ying, who was just watering the flowers and plants, heard his words and turned his head. Regardless of the fact that the other party was still sick, he turned the wheelchair to the bed, picked up the shower, and splashed cold water on him.

"Be sober. How can a pauper who owes a lot of foreign debt have the right to say this? What are you going to grab, pants or a man?"

These words reminded Jun Ziyou, he hurriedly got up and looked around, he couldn't see Xiao Beicheng left and right, and felt even more uneasy, "Where is the prince? He, where did he go..."

"He doesn't deal with people. God knows when your dog's life will be taken away by God. For this reason, he betrayed his beauty and sacrificed a lot. Take care of your illness and don't disappoint his good intentions."

In the past three years, Li Ying's kindness has worn away a lot, and his mouth has become more and more poisonous. Seeing Jun Ziyou shivering like a drowned rat, and looking at the bed that was soaked by himself, he became very kind. I asked the servant to bring me a dry undershirt, and said: "Please invite sir to my warm pavilion. It is spacious and the bedding is more comfortable. Compared with this place, it is more suitable for recuperating."

The boy hesitated, "But young master, where do you live in that case?"

"Is there room for two people in my bed?"

"This……"

Seeing Junziyou's astonished expression, Li Ying didn't take it seriously, "Your good brother has already moved on, so it's not too much for you to sleep with me, right? It's just cold, and I need a warm bed, so you can just treat it as an excuse." The rent and medicine money are gone, and I will let you go when I enjoy myself. Or..." He looked down at his legs wrapped in the blanket again, "Are you afraid of what I, a cripple, will do to you? ?”

He obviously wanted to force Junziyou to compromise. The latter had just woken up and his brain was still not very bright, so he followed to check the situation. As soon as he opened the door, he saw that the miscellaneous books he brought back from Gusu were piled all over the floor, among which Most of them are written by his father.

Li Ying sent the boy away, closed the door and lit a charcoal fire, picked up an old book and flipped through it, "I've seen all your rags, most of them are account books with daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, nothing unusual. But I'm curious, is there anyone in your family who has a strong taste and likes to drink some sauce and vinegar on weekdays?"

Jun Ziyou was taken aback by his question, and took the old account and looked it up from the front to the back, and found an obvious problem, that is, the amount of things he bought was staggering, ordinary people don’t need to buy dozens of hu’s of sauce every few days Jealousy, his family only opened a private school that couldn't make ends meet, and they live in poverty on weekdays, and it's not a thriving restaurant.

"That's weird. I've never seen such a pile of things at home. My father has a bland taste, and he can't wait to eat boiled vegetables every day. Half a year of gourd sauce and vinegar is too much."

"Not only that, but there is also this book, which records the 17th year of Tianyun, the twenty-ninth day of the spring month, and the purchase of ten pieces of soft smoke..."

In a moment of excitement, Junziyou snatched the ledger from Li Ying's hands, and confirmed with his own eyes that the things written on it were true and that it was indeed his father's handwriting, which aggravated his doubts.

"It shouldn't be... I was poorly raised by my father since I was a child, and I have to wear patched old clothes every year and festival. Where did my family get the money to buy such expensive fabrics as soft tobacco?"

Li Ying flicked the Buddha beads lightly, and calmly told the truth: "So, these books are all fake accounts that have been carefully fabricated. Why did he painstakingly fabricate so many records that don't exist?"

Obviously, it is hiding information that is difficult for ordinary people to detect.

At this time, Jun Ziyou was completely awake. After a moment of contemplation, he asked, "Master Xiang, do you have an abacus here?"

The other party pouted and signaled him to go to the tent by himself, but he had just opened the door when he saw a person standing outside the door, handing him an abacus carved with golden nanmu and carved with Jieyuhua, looking up, トThe imperial wall is facing the abyss.

After three years of reunion, Jun Ziyou felt emotional in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak when everyone was in front of him, he took the abacus in a daze, looked at the other party bowing to him, and smiled slightly.

"Sir, won't you invite me in for a sit down?"

The gentleman You Naran took a step back and let Jiang Linyuan in. Only then did he realize that he was wearing a red and black flying fish suit, which made his already slender figure even taller.

"It seems that you have taken care of Dali Temple in an orderly manner during the years I was away."

Jiang Linyuan smiled embarrassedly, "No, I'm the young minister, and I know I can't compare to you, and I've never had a presumptuous heart. Everything I do is to make it easier for you to come back in the future."

Li Ying took the opportunity to blow a gust of wind, "Isn't that right, I declined the emperor's promotion several times, and missed the opportunity for promotion, so I just took the pit for you in Dali Temple."

This time Junziyou was even more ashamed, he stepped back with his hands behind his back, feeling quite at a loss.

Jiang Linyuan didn't force it when he saw it. Gu Zi took the account book and thought about it, pretended to make a plan, then raised his head and smiled at the person, "I don't understand."

The man sighed, "Hey, I thought you had some idea, it made me nervous."

"How can I guess something that adults don't know?"

"You kid, maybe you have already noticed something, but you just don't want to take my limelight and wait for me to find out?"

"That's not true. After all, the person who wrote these journals is your father. Apart from you, no one understands his temperament, let alone guess his intentions."

Being reminded by him, Jun Ziyou suddenly remembered that when he was young, he often saw his father thinking about the abacus alone, writing and drawing in the notebook, not knowing what to remember.

In his impression, his father has always been an honest man who lived his life carefully and carefully. He was reluctant to eat a piece of meat, and put it all in his bowl. Usually, private schools did not make much money, and he lived in poverty, with only a few pennies a day. In and out of the account, my father should not be able to make calculations for a long time.

Then what did he calculate back then?

Gentleman You asked: "For example, Huan Yushuo resigned from the Skull Emperor, but he is always calculating what, and what is the purpose?"

Li Ying and Jiang Linyuan looked at each other, propped their chins and replied, "Do things for others. Maybe some wealthy family or businessman asks your father to help settle accounts."

"But I remember... When I was young, during the New Year's Eve, my father took me into the city to buy new year's goods. I bought many kinds of dried fruits in a small store. The store was too busy to take care of too many customers, so I asked my father to calculate the total cost. How much money, and I threw him an abacus. At the beginning, my father didn't answer it in a daze. I thought he didn't want the shopkeeper to think he was taking advantage, so he waited honestly, but after a long time, the shopkeeper still ignored him. It means that he is... a knot that he calculated in his mind!

"Maybe it's just a small amount, he has been calculating carefully for a long time, and he can come to the conclusion casually!

"No... It's obviously difficult for him to calculate. At that time, I wondered, maybe my father doesn't know how to use an abacus at all."

Jun Ziyou shook the abacus in his hand up and down, heard the crisp and sweet sound of the rosary beads, and handed it to the two of them again, "Do you know how to make an abacus?"

Li Ying rolled his eyes at him, with a hint of disdain, "Is there anyone who studies literature who doesn't know how to plan? Are you looking down on me?" After speaking, he deftly scratched the upper bead on the beam with his index finger, and simultaneously I started to move, and calculated according to the numbers recorded in the ledger.

Junziyou was dumbfounded seeing his ten fingers moving and making a crisp sound. He turned around and poked Jiang Linyuan beside him with his arm, "This, can you even hit me?"

Seeing that the other party was staring at Li Ying in a daze, without hearing his words at all, Junziyou waved his hand in front of Jiang Linyuan's eyes before he regained his consciousness.

The latter hastily answered: "Yes, Xianyu's calculation is really white... No, I mean, his beads are really beautiful..."

"It's a mess, what are you talking about? Just say that his hands are white and beautiful. What kind of calculations are you talking to me... No, I'm asking if you know how to make calculations. Who told you to say that!"

"I……"

"Also, who is Xianyu? Could it be Li Xiang's name... You really are a match made in heaven, has the relationship reached this point?"

Li Ying stopped his hands when he heard the words, and cast his cold eyes away, like a sharp knife piercing his body, hurting sharply.

Jiang Linyuan said to ease the atmosphere, "Yes, I am also a civil servant who passed the scientific examination and became an official. I understood abacus when I was four or five years old."

"Could it be... I'm the only one who can't? But you don't look like people who know how to plan carefully."

Looking at Jun Ziyou who knew nothing about this, Li Ying knew that he was cheated by his father, so he covered his abacus with both hands, and Jiang Linyuan understood with a look, and pushed him to the window.

"Schoolchildren in the capital need to learn abacus soon after they can read. It's just that there is an account room to do calculations on weekdays, so I don't need to worry about it myself. That doesn't mean I don't know how to do it. Isn't it the case in Gusu?"

"No, my father never taught children in private schools how to abacus. Thinking about it now, he doesn't know how to do abacus at all."

"Then the origin of these ledgers is interesting, Lin Yuan, go and try."

I have to say that Linyuan Xianyu is really a good match.

According to what Li Ying said, Jiang Linyuan calculated according to the records in the ledger, and there was nothing strange about it except for the astonishing number.

Thinking about it, Jiang Linyuan said something sensitive and unintentional, "Forgive me, sir, is your father selling smuggled salt, right? On the third day of the first lunar month, he bought three buckets of refined salt and spent two taels of silver. Entering five buckets, but only spending three or two, the amount of money is not right, and ordinary people don’t need to buy so much salt. For example, at least the price of the item will not change too fast, isn’t it? Maybe, he is doing something secretly..."

As soon as the words came out, Jun Ziyou stared at Jiang Linyuan, and his heart was frightened, and he quickly changed his words: "No, what I mean is... Could these refer to something else?"

In fact, what Junziyou was looking at was not Jiang Linyuan, but the abacus in his hand. He didn't listen to what he said at all. He picked up a brush, licked the ink-dried nib, took a piece of white paper to write and draw on it, and soon laughed out loud.

"So that's what the Emperor Qiaoye would do."

This seemingly simple code can only be solved by those who know nothing about abacus.

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It suddenly occurred to me that today is Friday, and Wan Geng, who is about to explode his liver again, really wants to bald himself...

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