Old things in Nancheng

"Cough, Xiao Er, come here." Seeing that Wang Zimo was in a daze, Lu Dayou asked with a straight face, "Have you finished the account books for the first half year?"

"Not yet." Wang Zimo replied awkwardly.

"Then hurry up, the boss is waiting to ask for it!" Lu Dayou scolded.

"Oh, I'll go right away, right away." Wang Zimo replied weakly.

That night, Wang Zimo pretended to be drunk to see if Lu Da had any useful information. Later, after discussing with Qin Chuan, he asked Wang Zimo to re-do the accounts for the first half of the year, so as to test her depth.This try is incredible.

When Qin Chuan looked at Wang Zimo's account book for the first month, he found that the account book he had worked for half his life could only be regarded as half-hearted. Lu Dayou's level was higher, but he still felt inferior.But after thinking about it, I knew that the two of them were sued because their hands and feet were not clean. This meant that they had not mastered the accounting skills, and it was different from Wang Zimo being framed.

The accounts made by Lu Dayou and Qin Chuan seem to be flat, but in fact there are still problems, and ordinary people really can’t see it, but the old accountants who are good at accounting will find that there are big loopholes as long as they check the individual items. Looking at the accountant in the household department of the imperial court, he can see the tricks in it at a glance.

The past few years are also lucky. The Kingdom of Jin frequently launched wars, and the imperial court was very dependent on the border. They kept raising military salaries to help the war situation, and they did not dare to send people to check the accounts casually. Losing the morale of the army is not worth the loss.

This greedy money is not just the ruthless officials in the prison camp. In fact, many people are connected to each other. Cutting out the flesh and gouging out the poison on himself, like the idle style of the Song Dynasty, as long as the life is still alive, no one will touch the account here.But for the sake of safety, it would be better if the books can be made better.

Lu Dayou handed over the account books made by Wang Zimo to the messenger, and the messenger reported to the official camp, and Wang Zimo received the order to redo the account books.

Wang Zimo was reprimanded by Lu Dayou, and he sat back at the desk and continued to make accounts, but facing the bad debt in front of him, Wang Zimo was so worried that he wanted to bump his head to death. All trembling.

After work in the evening, Wang Zimo felt like he had escaped from the sky. Jiang Shangpei was not short of money, so he happily bought some side dishes to drink with Wang Zimo.

"My dear brother, you have been here for nearly a month, and you still haven't gotten used to it?" Jiang Shangpei looked at Wang Zimo, who was frowning, and smiled lightly.

"Brother, don't mention it." Wang Zimo poured all the wine in the glass into his mouth, and smiled wryly.

"I don't need to be a coolie, I don't get beaten and scolded, and I have good wine and good food every day. Isn't that enough?" Jiang Shangpei is used to being locked up, and he is very satisfied with this kind of life now.

Hearing this, Wang Zimo smiled wryly again, a person like Jiang Shangpei who has been quite numb after staying in the prison camp for two or three years would not understand Wang Zimo's entanglement.

She is in the accounting room every day, working as a running dog for others. She was involved in the ink corruption case. She used to be able to cry out that she was wronged, but now she is in the same boat. What a conscience!The kind-hearted Wang Zimo touched her chest, she felt that her conscience had been eaten by dogs.There is also the daily food and drink, even if she is at home, she may not be able to eat a few mouthfuls. Now that she is next to Jiang Shangpei, her life is more nourishing than before, but what is Lan'er eating!

Wang Zimo will never forget that Lin Zhilan gave him all the silver in the family, only a few dozen coppers are left around, the house has to be rented, one big and one small have two mouths to eat, Lin Zhilan doesn't know anything, maybe life can't go on Going to the street to beg is the best ending Wang Zimo could think of.Deep down in her heart, there are even more terrifying conjectures. Even though Lin Zhilan has already given birth to a baby, she is naturally beautiful. up. . . . . .

This guess made Wang Zimo's heart ache like a thousand arrows, and he regretted that he should not have been involved in that muddy water in the first place.

"Brother, it's still the same sentence. Once you come, you will be safe. There is no unparalleled road, so don't think too much. Only when you leave here completely, can you be able to take care of your family."

As far as Jiang Shangpei is concerned, Wang Zimo is still young, and he can understand when he can't think about it for a while. Of course, if he is like a little girl, he is indecisive and has a weak mind, so he is moaning and moaning without illness.Jiang Shangpei didn't need to ask Wang Zimo what he was doing in the account room. He had been here for so long, so he could make a random guess.

"Brother, if it weren't for you, I would definitely not be able to survive this little brother." Wang Zimo nodded slightly, knowing that his current abilities are limited, even if he was worried, it would be in vain.

"Don't make a sad face, I'll tell you something good." Jiang Shangpei was very happy, and he was also looking forward to this good news.

"Brother, please speak."

"I heard that the golden soldiers are coming again. The official and camp minister will send a group of people to repair the city wall at the top of the city. Brother, I will be sent to oversee the work." Jiang Shangpei smiled triumphantly. If he can go out for a walk, it is considered a dangerous city. It's also good.

"What about me?" Wang Zimo asked expectantly. Jiang Shangpei worked as a clerk in the official camp and knew a lot of inside and outside information.

"I don't know yet, but someone has to supervise the food. In previous years, people were transferred from the accountant. Brother, you must seize the opportunity."

The prisoners in the prison camp were not under the control of the army when they went out to build the city. The army had to deal with the powerful gold thieves, and they couldn't take care of them at all. Therefore, all the prisoners' eating, drinking and dispatching were handled by the prison camp itself.Of course, the small prisons have to go to the top of the city, but to see that the prisoners are not allowed to escape, and the other things are still the same as the system in the prison camp. manpower.

For high-ranking prisoners who don't need to do coolies, this opportunity to go out to camp is very precious, and every time they grab it, they will get bloody and bloody, and the magic weapon for grabbing jobs is naturally the omnipotent money.

However, Wang Zimo didn’t have much money~ His originally bright eyes suddenly dimmed. Wang Zimo knew that he was a newcomer, had no connections, and no money. Such a good thing was not destined for him, so he accompanied the happy Jiang Shangpei depressedly. Drinking and chatting, drunk again.

Lan'er, you are still living there, I wonder if my family letter will be in your hands?

Lin Zhilan closed the stall happily, and she gradually got used to this high-intensity life.This person has infinite potential. He wants to be full when he is hungry, and he wants to eat well when he is full. As long as he grit his teeth and persist, there is nothing he can't do.Lin Zhilan felt that the copper in her pocket was a bit heavy, and the beauty in her heart, the more the wonton sold, the better her reputation was, and now there was no shortage of customers at all, from the morning market to the afternoon market, there was no idle time.

Of course, Lin Zhilan was in a particularly beautiful mood today because she received a family letter from a bastard named Wang Zimo, but it's a pity that a high-ranking intellectual in the new era couldn't understand it.

Lin Zhilan closed the stall early, and found a fortune teller who often came to her stall to eat wontons in the grocery store.The fortune teller not only helped people read and measure characters, but also helped them write family letters. Lin Zhilan handed the family letter to the fortune teller and looked at him with wide eyes.

The fortune teller read through it for a while, and Lin Zhilan's eyes opened even wider. She couldn't recognize the words, and couldn't understand the words. What kind of words were they talking?Can you speak human words?

"Miss Wang, the person in charge of your family said that she had a good life in the prison camp. She took over the post of the accountant. She was not short of food and clothing, and she was not beaten or scolded. She told you that you don't have to send her any more money, and you can keep food and clothing for yourself." Okay, take Bao'er well, she will always remember you two in the prison." The fortune teller has been helping people to look after and write family letters for many years, knowing that these women are illiterate, seeing that Lin Zhilan was confused, he patiently explained to her .

There is no shortage of silver envoys, food and drink, and the accountant?is it possible?

"Sir, is that what the head of the slave family really said?" Lin Zhilan didn't believe it. Based on the rumors she had heard and her own guess, Wang Zimo might die in prison, so why is he enjoying life now.

"Miss Wang, you don't know. The prisoners in this prison camp are also divided into three, six, and nine ranks. Since you are qualified to send a letter from your family, what you say in the letter must be true. You can rest assured." The fortune teller smiled. The woman's family doesn't know so much. Wang Xiaoer's skills in the accountant's office are well-known in Yanguan County, and they will naturally come in handy in the prison camp.

Lin Zhilan gave ten coppers, and went home blankly. She was busy until night before she had the time to take out the family letter and read it over and over again. Although she didn't quite understand it, she could guess that there was always a difference between traditional and simplified characters. Kind of similar.With the dim oil lamp on, Lin Zhilan wanted to remember every word in her heart.During the days when Wang Zimo was away, she was able to support it all because of Bao'er. Don't look at her frankly calling out for business during the day, she would always think about Wang Zimo at night, and dream of Wang Zimo being tortured but dying in a foreign land.

Looking back on the days when she was with Wang Zimo, Lin Zhilan would be so sweet that she wanted to cry.Wang Zimo treats himself very well, and usually doesn't let him do anything. Wang Zimo always says that the food he cooks is not delicious, and the laundry is not clean. In fact, Lin Zhilan knows that this is Wang Zimo's awkward way of not letting himself An excuse to work.

This is a silly boy, so silly that people can't help but fall in love with him, his silly smile can always warm people's hearts, Lin Zhilan is so glad that she traveled to the Song Dynasty, and the first person she met was Wang Zimo.

"Bao'er, your father is doing well, this bastard is doing well!" Lin Zhilan hugged the sleeping Bao'er, crying and laughing.

The time we spent together was too short, why did she leave before I treated her well!

"My mother and I remember what she does. She eats delicious food, drinks spicy food, and nourishes herself!" Lin Zhilan kissed Bao'er's chubby face, put the family letter under the pillow, and shared with those copper coins. put it together.

Lin Zhilan, who received the good news, seemed to have come back from the state of walking dead. The next day, she was radiant and sold the wontons as works of art. The diners looked at Lin Zhilan flying like a butterfly between the dining tables, and they were very puzzled.

"Miss Wang, why are you so happy?" The owner of Mipuqin, who was a regular customer, asked curiously.

"Yes, Mrs. Wang, you have found a good family." Another regular customer joked.

"What nonsense! I have a husband!" Lin Zhilan waved a rag, like chasing flies away, but didn't open her mouth to explain.

Why tell you, that is a letter from Wang Zimo to my family!

They are all old customers, and everyone doesn't care about joking. Occasionally, some men ask Lin Zhilan for a little advantage, but Lin Zhilan is not a person who is easy to bully. If she takes advantage of her, she ignores them for three days. Not enthusiastic.As for men, their nature is a bit cheap, the more they hold on, the more they get bigger, the more they ignore it, the more they want to move forward.

The diner who was spat on, seeing that Lin Zhilan didn't even roll her eyes at him, had no choice but to eat wontons with her head down in embarrassment, which made the surrounding guests laugh for a while.

Suddenly, everyone's talking and laughing disappeared collectively, and Wang's Qianli Piaoxiang wonton stall was completely silent. Lin Zhilan looked up and found a well-dressed young man leading four guards walking over.

"My lady, twenty bowls of wontons." The young man chose a seat where he could look directly at Lin Zhilan, and the guard behind him consciously sat at another table.

"Senior officer, how many are you?" Lin Zhilan's heart pounded when there were only five people ordering twenty bowls of wontons.

"The lady brings it here." A guard handed Lin Zhilan half a tael of silver, while the young man looked at her lewdly.

"okay."

After the young man arrived, the diners seemed to have made an appointment, and left collectively, and some who hadn’t finished eating also got up in a hurry. The guests who came here saw the young man and the group, and immediately turned around and fled, as if hiding from the plague Yes, in just a moment, there were only five of them left in the stall.

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Here is a place to explain that in the Song Dynasty, the daughters of rich families were called "Little Lady", and the prostitutes in brothels were called "Miss".

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