General, your son is in my hands

Qin Yun asked people to sort out the account books of several stores overnight, and then summed up the current income by oil lamp, excluding costs, clerk's wages, taxes, etc. The net profit in the past month is really an astronomical figure for Qin Yun - 2 taels of silver!There are enough houses in the capital to buy a few!It is 240 shi in rice, which is almost [-] million catties of rice!

Thinking of Qin Yun's emotion, sending these rice to Lu Hunqiu should last a long time.After thinking about it again, even if a soldier eats only one catty of grain every day, 240 soldiers eat [-] catties of grain every day, and these [-] million catties are only enough for one month, enough!If you give the court an extra month to raise food and grass and have not sent it to the battlefield, everyone should stop fighting this battle and just surrender and find a secluded place in the deep mountains and old forests.

After thinking about it so many times, Qin Yun made up his mind - to send food to his man!

Withdrawing 5000 taels of silver from the account room, and filling in the 5000 taels received when they got married, Qin Yun went back to Ming Qingyuan to find Uncle Zhang and explained the whole story.

"Uncle Zhang, I don't know who to turn to. I have the money, but I'm really at a loss to buy so much grain at once."

Uncle Zhang also had a serious face, "Second Young Master, don't panic, I still have some use for this old bone, let this old servant think of a way."

As if grasping for a life-saving straw, Qin Yun excitedly pulled Zhang Bo's sleeve, "You must find a way."

"I wonder if the second young master has been to the grain store of the second young master?"

Qin Yun kept his anxious expression and stared wide-eyed, "The grain shop?"

"When the second young master became an adult, the old lady gave him a grain store in the east of the city."

"Uh... I forgot in a hurry, so let's go to the grain store now?"

"The old slave will take the second young master there."

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The two came to the grain store, judging by the traffic flow, the store was empty, the shop assistant dozed off on the edge of the door, and the shopkeeper was nowhere to be seen.

Uncle Zhang stepped forward and patted the waiter on the shoulder, "Is this how you take care of the shop when the boss comes?"

The guy was about to swear with an angry face when he was slapped, but he opened his mouth halfway, and then retracted his tongue halfway around, "Butler Zhang, what brought you here, please come in, please come in." Wan stretched his head and shouted into the store: "Shopkeeper, Steward Zhang is here to patrol the store."

I saw a head on the counter stand up slowly, "Steward Zhang?...Oh, Steward Zhang is here, please come in quickly."

Qin Yun didn't bother to greet these two people, so he went straight to the point, "How much food is currently stockpiled in the store?"

Hearing Qin Yun's question, the clerk felt a little resentful for being disturbed in his sleep. Just as he was about to make trouble, the shopkeeper frowned and held the clerk down, "May I ask who this nobleman is?"

"Second Young Lord of General Dingyuan's Mansion." Zhang Bo replied.

"It turns out to be the owner, please sit down quickly. Zhuzi, hurry up and serve some good tea."

The shopkeeper graciously waited for the two to sit down, and the guy who called the pillar also made tea with a smile on his face.

"I don't know why the boss came to the store today?"

Qin Yun raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter? Didn't I make it clear just now, bring me the account books in the store in recent months."

The shopkeeper glanced at Uncle Zhang in embarrassment, obviously not wanting to take it out.

Uncle Zhang gave a sharp look, "Hurry up and get it!"

"Yes, yes, the little one will go get it now, and the boss will wait for a while."

After drinking a cup of tea, the shopkeeper came out of the back hall slowly.

"Boss, this is the account book of the store for the past two months."

Qin Yun took it and opened it to check, "Please prepare some text."

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Qin Yun scribbled and scratched on the paper, his brows getting tighter and tighter.This account is not right. Although the income is quite large, some expenditures are too weird. Although there is no mistake on the surface, he vaguely feels that someone has tampered with it.

Qin Yun looked at the account by himself. The shopkeeper was a little nervous at first, but later found that the little shopkeeper didn't know what to write on the paper. He was afraid that he didn't understand the account book, so he was relieved and relaxed. Standing with shaking legs.

About half an hour later, Qin Yun put down his pen and stretched his waist.

"Boss, I've finished reading this account, can you find last year's account and let me have a look?"

The shopkeeper hurriedly nodded and bowed his waist and promised: "Master, please wait a moment, and the younger one will go back as soon as you go."

When last year's account book was presented, Qin Yun dug out the account book for the same month of last year and compared it with the account book just now. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Although there was nothing wrong with the two accounts on the surface, the comparison was not normal. It was revealed.

Although there were no errors in the accounts, Qin Yun noticed that the accounts that recorded the transactions seemed to be all recorded in the same rhythm. Although they looked very neat, this was precisely the biggest problem.Because under normal circumstances, each account should be recorded separately. Because of this, even if the account is recorded by the same person, even if the handwriting is not affected by external factors, the rhythm of the record will definitely not be different. Same.The rhythm of these accounts is almost the same.From these suspicious points, Qin Yun can conclude that these ledgers should be transcribed, and definitely not recorded in real time.

"Shopkeeper, there are a few things I don't understand, can I ask you?"

"Master, if you ask, the young one must know everything and talk about everything."

Qin Yun crossed his legs and flipped through a ledger, "Oh... I want to ask why your ledger this year is quite similar to last year's, and if the shopkeeper can explain it to me."

The shopkeeper replied unhurriedly: "The business in this store is the same day every year and the difference is not too big, so the difference in the account book is very small."

"So it's normal to buy the same things on the same day every year?"

At this time, the shopkeeper didn't dare to relax his vigilance, "Going back to my boss, it's not something to be surprised if there are occasional similarities."

"It's not worth making a fuss about." Qin Yun swept the ledger on the table to the floor, and said sarcastically, "It's rare for you to be as lazy as you are in making fake accounts. It's not unusual to have the same income and expenditure every year."

"Boss, don't wrong the villain, what kind of fake account? The villain doesn't know."

When he was about to die, this man was still stubborn, he really didn't cry until he saw the coffin.

Qin Yun handed the account books of the past two months to Uncle Zhang, "Look at these payments, Uncle Zhang, ten taels of silver was spent on the tables, chairs and counters in the repair shop." Then he picked up last year's account books from the ground, "Look at this one again. "

Uncle Zhang flipped through the ledger in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, "Bold slave, the owner is flattering you to let you be the shopkeeper. I never thought that you would make fake accounts for so long for your own self-interest. Be stubborn, come and tie him up for me."

The servants following behind stepped forward one after another, grabbed the shopkeeper's hand and twisted it backside.

"Steward Zhang, where is this person sent?"

"Go directly to the Yamen."

At this time, the shopkeeper panicked, knelt down and kowtowed vigorously, "I am wronged, Master Mingjian, someone must have framed the villain..."

"Is it wrong that you waited until the yamen's own magistrate has a trial? If you have something to say, go there and talk."

After such an oolong, I wanted to check the grain hoarded in the store, but I didn't expect to catch a big mouse.

Temporarily appointed someone to take over the shopkeeper's position, Qin Yun asked the frightened guy to take the key and go to the warehouse to check the grain. It is shoddy.I ordered a little bit. Regardless of the quality, there are nearly 130 sacks of rice here, one hundred catties per bag, that is, [-] catties. There are also some other corn and barley, but overall it is not enough for Lu Zongbing's army. one day.

"Man, where does the food in this store come from?"

"Going back to my boss, the food in the store is all from the shopkeeper... Wrong, wrong, look at me, most of it was collected by the old thief in Jiangnan."

"Oh, do you know who the person collecting the grain is?"

"It seems to be... I just remembered, it's a senior official of Zhou Dynasty in the west of the city."

Qin Yun nodded, "Go and invite this person."