The rise of the poor

Chapter 781 Miscalculation?
"please"

Zhu Pingan, who was in the center of everyone's ridicule and criticism eyes, didn't change his face, neither flattered nor frightened, and didn't get entangled in this issue at all. With the abacus in Zhang's hand, Guishou Zhang said a word of please, signaling Guishou Zhang to continue to count the data.

Pretend, keep pretending, let's see how you end up in the end!

Ghost Hand Zhang snorted coldly, put the abacus heavily on the table, and fiddled with the abacus with both hands like a storm.

double dragon play ball;

open bow left and right;
A visual feast strikes again.
While admiring Guishou Zhang's performance, Zhu Pingan shook his head slightly. It is undeniable that Guishou Zhang's abacus arithmetic has reached a superb level, but mathematics that is hundreds of years ahead cannot be achieved simply by hand speed. catch up.

Noticing that Zhu Pingan looked at him and shook his head, Guishou Zhang's face changed even more. You are a person who doesn't know how to calculate and gives up, you are addicted to pretending, right? !
Ha ha
This Zhu Ping'an, really, the officials watching in the room shook their heads and laughed lowly when they saw this.

From their point of view, Zhu Ping'an is just playing with an axe in front of Guan Gong, and Zhang Ping is a master in the abacus world. You, who can't even do abacus, have no right to shake your head.

Forget it, forget it, he can pretend so well, let's see how he ends up in the end, everyone is holding this idea, looking at Zhu Ping'an with a mockery, waiting for the development of the situation.

"My lord, please have some tea."

The Taicang guard came to Zhu Ping'an with tea.

"Thanks, um, good tea"

Zhu Pingan stretched out his left hand to take the hot tea brought by the servant, put it to his lips and sniffed it lightly, then slightly hooked the corners of his lips and gave a compliment, then put the teacup on the table.

Although he was a little thirsty, just to be cautious, Zhu Pingan didn't drink any tea outside before the inspection was over.

"Hehe, it really is good tea, why don't Master Zhu have a cup?"

An official scraped the tea cover twice, took a big sip of the tea, praised it loudly, turned to look at Zhu Ping'an and asked.

"My lord, please take it slowly, I am safe and not thirsty."

Zhu Pingan licked the dry corners of his lips, bowed his hands to him, and smiled.

thirsty you.

fool.

The official glanced at Zhu Pingan's dry lips, pulled the corners of his mouth mockingly, and deliberately took another sip of tea in front of Zhu Pingan.

Jia Langzhong glanced at Zhu Ping'an and narrowed his eyes slightly.
After Zhu Pingan said that the calculation was over, another quarter of an hour passed, that is, half an hour, the ghost hand Zhang who was bowing from left to right also stopped, moved his body deliberately, turned his back to Zhu Pingan, and blocked it with his body. With Zhu Ping'an's gaze, he picked up a brush and wrote down the results of the statistical data on the blank rice paper.

After a while, the other four accountants also stopped fiddling with the beads, glanced at the ghost hand, nodded indistinctly, turned their backs to Zhu Pingan, and blocked Zhu Pingan's sight with their bodies. The results of statistical data are placed on the rice paper.

"Reporting to my lords, I have already counted it."

The ghost Zhang bowed his hands and saluted, and reported back to Zhang Guanku and other officials.

"Okay, hard work."

Zhang Guanku nodded, then turned to look at Zhu Ping'an, "Since Zihou is already done, let's check it out."

Zhu Pingan nodded, and stretched out his hand to unfold the rice paper in front of him, revealing the numbers recorded on it.

Five accountants including "Ghost Hand Zhang" also came forward with the rice paper that recorded the numbers, and unfolded it on the table in front of Zhu Pingan, revealing the numbers on it.

Zhu Pingan wrote two lines on the rice paper he unfolded.

Among them, the top line reads: "Today's check of the bank treasury, the actual deposit of silver: 120 taels."

After this line of words, there is a number enclosed in brackets: (90 taels).

Immediately below the line read: "Real deposit: 31 taels", followed by a number enclosed in brackets: (500 taels).

The number enclosed in brackets by Zhu Ping’an is the amount of bad-quality silver in the bank. It means that there are currently 120 taels of silver in the bank, of which 250 are of poor quality. Not pure silver.

On the rice paper displayed by Guishou Zhang, it is written: "Actual silver: 210 taels; actual deposit: 200 taels."

The statistics of the other four accountants are consistent with the data displayed by Guishou Zhang. They are all silver in deposit: 210 taels; gold in deposit: 200 taels.

"Well, the data recorded by the accountants are exactly the same. The actual deposit silver: 210 taels; the actual deposit gold: 200 taels. Hahaha, the data recorded by Mr. Zhu is different from that of several accountants, haha Ha ha"

The onlookers checked the rice paper displayed by Zhu Ping'an, Guishou Zhang and other five accountants, and couldn't help reading it out with a smile.

"Hahaha, it's really only Master Zhu's statistics that are different, hahaha"

"Hehe, Mr. Zhu couldn't be tired because he missed half of the numbers, hahaha."

"Hehe, Mr. Zhu counted so quickly, isn't the number of ** normal? In fact, Mr. Zhu calculated such a, um, a relatively close number, which is already very rare."

"Hehe, Mr. Wang, your standard is too low. This is a few hundred thousand taels, and it's still close, hehe."

The other onlookers also laughed.

"Hehe, look quickly, look at his statistical data, and use a strange arc ghost to wrap a number. Hehe, it's funny, he wouldn't just write an extra number, the possibility of getting it right is more Double it, hahaha, I can't help it, hahaha"

There were no brackets in ancient times, and the onlookers did not recognize the symbol of brackets. When they saw the brackets on Zhu Pingan's rice paper, they regarded them as ghost symbols and laughed.

The moment the six sheets of rice paper were unfolded at the same time, a series of laughter resounded in the room, which did not stop for a long time.

Statistics of six people, five people are the same, only one person is different, it goes without saying, it must be that the different person is wrong, it can’t be that all four people are wrong, only you are the only one Right, hahaha.
Indeed, if four people made a wrong count, the probability of getting the same number wrong is too small.

Therefore, the onlookers took it for granted that Zhu Ping'an's statistics were wrong. It was normal for him to be wrong.

However, it is different from the onlookers.

Zhang Guanku, Jia Langzhong and other high-level officials in Taicang, after seeing the data displayed by Zhu Pingan, seemed to have seen a ghost. Like a piece of wood.

Although it was a hot day, their whole hearts seemed to be tied to a stone and sank into the ice cave, and they felt a chill all over their bodies.

(End of this chapter)