Can a general do whatever he wants?

From the eyes of outsiders, it seems that Chen Ming is still catching up with the chickens to work and order goods.

But only Chen Ming himself knew how uncomfortable he slept last night.

He took a bitter look at the large and small objects on the ground.

Is the daily purchase volume of the home a bit too much?

The weather in February is still relatively dry and cold. The ancients said that it is like scissors, like scissors... Chen Ming felt that the wind was like a shovel, and he was sleepy. The body is cold from the outside to the bottom of the heart.

"Hiss..." Qing Ling, who was helping at the side, also felt that this year's spring was not good. She hugged her shoulders tightly with her hands and shivered from the cold: "Elder...Eldest young mistress...do you still remember that I talked to you yesterday? What did you say?"

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Chen Ming was still in a daze.Yesterday he remembered that Yan Yuefei insisted on pulling him to sleep in the same bed with him, but he really couldn't remember other things...

Looking back, the temperature of Yan Yue's body was much more comfortable than the biting wind.

"It's about the goods. Didn't I say that the goods seem to be missing a few..." Qingling was still cold and kept stamping her feet on the spot.

Hearing this, Chen Ming vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such a thing in his memory.

Qingling continued: "Later, after the eldest young mistress and that little rascal left, I felt uneasy in my heart, so I turned around and came back to count again—I found that there were several pieces of silk and satin for the north room of Xiyuan missing."

Xiyuan is where Chen Ming and Yan Yue live.

The Yan family's method of counting goods is very routine and rigorous, and the counted items must be counted again every day before they are distributed to various courtyards.

There are very few mistakes, so it should not be a mistake.

"Hey, take a look, young mistress, there is also a few ounces of rice in the south courtyard..."

Qingling spread out the billing list and displayed it in front of Chen Ming. The missing items were outlined in red circles, and next to it was written "Less three taels" in smaller red handwriting. Even a few points in the place can make up three taels.But the loss of items is a big deal. If you can lose one thing today, you can lose two things the next day.

Chen Ming picked up his notebook and wrote a line on it:

Did you report it to the supervisor?

Qing Ling shook her head. After she found out, she only wanted to tell the young mistress, but never thought of reporting it to the supervisor.

Chen Ming was silent, and continued to write on the transcript:

The cloth for Xiyuan is short, can it be reissued?

"Ah! The quantity of cloth is fixed. How can there be too much cloth for Xiyuan, and..." Speaking of this, Qingling moved her head close to Chen Ming's ear mysteriously and whispered: "That Xiyuan The garden is like a haunted house, one floor after another, there are still ghosts screaming in the middle of the night, and no one usually goes into a place like that."

No one goes in?Are there still people living there?

"Hey, young mistress, I think it's a good thing that Xiyuan lost the cloth. If we don't mend it, we won't mend it... Don't go looking for bad luck with that family."

It was fine if Qing Ling didn't say anything, but when Chen Ming said it, his heart jumped, and that little adventurous heart thumped.

Ming Chen wrote:

——You follow me to the steward's side.

"Ah good."

Immediately, the two temporarily put down their work and came to the side yard where the steward lived.

The steward is in charge of the import and export of goods and wholesale of the entire Yan family. Only a gentleman with profound qualifications and everyone's approval can take up the position. The previous master was Qingling's father. molecular.

It wasn't the first time Chen Ming met the manager. It is said that Xu Han's surname is Xu Han. I don't know if this is his real name or a fake name. At first glance, it is the same name as the husband of the White Snake Empress.However, he is not as good-looking as Xu Xian.He doesn't look like a scholar, but he looks like a gentleman.

"Hey, isn't this the eldest young mistress? Why don't you go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do?" Xu Han just got up, yawned, and walked out the door with small steps, just in time to bump into Chen Ming and Qingling.After yawning, he tightened the jacket wrapped around his body, without any intention of saluting.

Now that Yan Yue is disabled and bedridden, his status in Yan's family is not as good as before. As his wife, Chen Ming certainly doesn't get any good looks.

"Master Xu, this is the youngest mistress of the Yan family, please speak more modestly!" Qingling was furious.Even when her father was still there, she had to salute respectfully when she saw the second young lady of the Yan family, let alone the eldest young lady of the Yan family.

Xu Han didn't answer, went back to the room and opened the window, poured himself a cup of tea, sat down at the desk to write the account book, without looking at Chen Ming and the others, and didn't stop the pen in his hand.The same is true of Xu Han's disdain for Chen Ming's identity in his heart. He is just a servant. From the moment Chen Ming entered the house to now, Xu Han is not happy to see this "eldest young mistress", and he doesn't know what the old lady and the second young mistress think Let these two ignorant women count the goods.

"Xu Han! Aren't you just a bastard who takes over the rest of my father's job? Now you're embarrassing my mother! How dare you ignore me!"

Qingling hated others ignoring him the most in her life, and the one ignoring her was actually his father's offspring.With a surge of anger, she slapped the table with her palm, and the wooden table clicked when it couldn't stand it.

I don't know which piece of wood was tortured, anyway, Xu Hanxinxin's favorite small wooden table was broken by this irascible woman.

He dropped the pen and threw it in front of the ink table, and the ink splashed half of the table.Standing up and "looking squarely" at Qing Ling and Chen Ming, he said, "Come on, your two ancestors have something to say quickly, and remember to pay me a new table after talking."

"you!"

Qing Ling almost went up to hit the big-eared man, but luckily Chen Ming stopped her in time.

"Eldest Young Mistress~"

Chen Ming stared at Qing Ling's eyes and shook his head, and gave her a look, warning her to restrain herself.

Qingling liked to listen to Chen Ming's words, so she obediently withdrew her hand, bowed her head and endured the tone.

Chen Ming took out the bill of goods in his arms, and showed Xu Han the statistical amount that was wrong. Xu Han didn't care, glanced at the red circle that Chen Ming was pointing to, and chuckled, and looked away. Said: "What am I supposed to do? That's all... You are so interesting. You can make up for the lack of food in other places. Let him throw away the few pieces of cloth he lost. Well, they are all from the haunted house in Xiyuan anyway. Just for such a trivial matter, you came to block the villain's door early in the morning. You really think that the whole Yan family is with you... like the young master. "

No matter how good-tempered Chen Ming was, after hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a nameless anger in his heart.He couldn't help but squeeze the hand holding the order book.

"Let me tell you, if you really think it's important to lose one or two bolts of cloth, you might as well make up for it yourself." Xu Han pursed his lips and pinched his sparse beard.

Of course Chen Ming has no money.He has been in Yan's house for less than a month, and he can't get the monthly money, and he can't afford to make up for the missing two pieces of cloth.

"You are crazy, let the young lady pay for it!"

Isn't this obviously bullying the young mistress?Qing Ling felt unwilling, and felt that Xu Han in front of him was worse than that Tuesday guy.

Xu Hancai didn't care what the two people in front of him thought, he packed up his books and planned to leave.

"Hey! Why are you going, Xu Han! I haven't finished talking yet!"

"Don't think that you are senior's daughter and you can talk about who you are. This Beiyuan is not your Qing family's. I'm trying to save face for Mr. Qing so I won't get angry with you."

Xu Hanmi glanced at the two of them, "A servant like you who has no education can do Beiyuan's work. He must have had a lot of relationship with the old lady. I think this cloth may be stolen by someone like you." of."

"Xu Han!" Qing Ling couldn't hear those words.Her father taught her since she was a child that she must behave well and not steal a grain of rice to death from starvation.What Xu Han said was a naked humiliation to her.

Chen Ming hugged Qingling tightly, telling her not to be impulsive.

"Young Mistress! You are too patient. Xu Han is really a fat man. If he doesn't replenish the stock, he will slander you with nonsense. He pays it back, he pays it back..."

Qingling's eye sockets were a little red.

In the final analysis, I was originally a servant of the Yan family, but I was dubbed the "eldest young mistress". It is not unreasonable for Xu Han to look down on me.I'm afraid...