I heard Mr. Ye is a good dragon?

Knowing a son is like a father, two days later, Ye Heng's whole body was numb.

He had a quick talk, and in exchange for studying rites, music and the Book of Songs in the morning, studying Confucius, Mencius and Zhuang Lao in the afternoon, and abacus class in the evening.Those gentlemen were stricter than when he was in school, and the one-on-one teaching left him no small talk, no notes to pass on to his classmates, no way to hide novels behind textbooks, it was more uncomfortable than going to jail—— At least you can doze off for a while in prison!

So, on the third day of class, he learned to find fun in the blank wall behind the teacher's head without a teacher, and nodded rhythmically while watching.

It wasn't until the husband coughed loudly twice that he came back to his senses: "What's the matter?"

The gentleman is old and respected, and the garden is full of peaches and plums. He usually has a lot of arrogance when he is outside. Now seeing this disciple with a dazed expression, he can't help but darken his face: "'Zi said: If three people walk together, there must be my teacher. Choose the one who is good. And from it, if it is not good, change it." Please translate this sentence."

This sentence is actually not difficult, but Ye Heng pondered for a moment, but suddenly blushed: "Do you really want to translate?"

Due to the high dowry, the old gentleman did not turn his face, but said: "Of course!"

"Okay then." Ye Heng lowered his eyes, as if he was very embarrassed, "Confucius said, three people have fun together, there must be my teacher among them, choose the one who is good at having fun and follow his guidance, and the one who is not good at having fun Yes, let him improve himself quickly!"

After finishing speaking, he secretly looked at the old gentleman from the corner of his eye - he knew that this kind of old man had a thin skin and couldn't bear it the most, so he asked his father to resign after hearing such absurd words.

As expected, the other party yelled angrily, but did not walk away, but took out a stack of rice paper: "If you don't know how to do it, let's dictate. After dictating, copy it a hundred times."

Ye Heng didn't grab the pen, but held his chin and smiled: "No need, sir, I have a good memory. If you say it now, I promise to remember it."

"I haven't discussed it a hundred times." The old man's nostrils fluttered, and his tone was full of confidence, "Your father said that if you don't finish your homework for a day, you will be extended ten days of grounding until you are admitted to the scholar. "

"Hmph! He's just blind to money, why teach Confucius and Mencius!"

Ye Heng yelled while copying on paper.

"Otherwise, why don't you ask the master for mercy?"

Zhaocai came to bring him meals, seeing that his head, face and sleeves were all stained with ink, turning into a big tabby cat with teeth and claws, he couldn't help persuading him.

Ye Heng sighed helplessly.

If he could ask for forgiveness, he would have already asked for forgiveness. The problem is that he couldn't tell where Bailong went!

"Stop talking, get out!"

Seeing that he was so infatuated, Zhaocai stopped persuading him and left the bedroom.

As soon as he left, Ye Heng put the little snake in his sleeve on the table: "Eat it yourself, I don't have time to take care of you today."

"I heard it all." Bai Longyou crawled to the edge of the rice paper and looked at it carefully for a while, "What if I can help you?"

Ye Heng stopped writing, shook his sore hand: "How can I help?"

"Did you forget? I can manipulate things with water to make them into the shape I want." Bai Long pointed at the inkstone with the tip of his tail, "Ink is no exception."

"Okay..." Joy just climbed onto Ye Heng's face, and immediately faded, turning into suspicion, "Didn't you say it's best not to use your strength? What if you faint again?"

"No," the little snake swam up to Ye Heng along the edge of the rice paper, "manipulating water is my innate ability, and besides, this amount of ink is not as much as two cups of tea, so it won't consume much."

"Okay then, do what you can."

"Understood." Xiao Snake said, crossed up and "sat upright", "You choose the best one first, put it in front of me, and then spread the blank rice paper on the ground next to it."

According to what he said, Ye Heng arranged it quickly.Immediately after seeing the ink dripping from the inkstone vacated into the air and spilled onto the ten sheets of snow-white rice paper, all of them became characters.

"Wow..." Ye Heng squatted down, picked up a copy and compared it with the original, "Even the place where the ink is stained is exactly the same, you are a master of movable type printing!"

"What's this little thing?" Little Snake grinned and opened his mouth with slender eyes, which seemed to be smiling, "Okay, come and feed me!"

Ye Heng put away the rice paper on the ground, picked up the little snake and brought it to a plate of roasted swallows, and caught a piece for the little snake to bite.

Bailong's body has become smaller, and eating is more difficult than before, but he can still swallow it in a few minutes, and then raise his head and open his mouth.

Feeding him felt like feeding a pet to Ye Heng. While feeding him, he suddenly had a whim: "By the way, the head of the tile market sold you handkerchiefs with poems written by you before, and you made them with the same method just now, right?"

"Handkerchief?" Bai Long propped himself up, trying to squeeze the food down, "What handkerchief?"

Ye Heng was taken aback, ran to the mirror, opened a box, and took the handkerchief in front of him: "This one!"

Bai Long poked Xiaoyuan's head in front of the handkerchief for a look: "I've never seen it before."

"Businessman!" Ye Heng was so angry that he threw the handkerchief on the ground and stomped on it twice, "What limited edition, one piece costs ten taels of silver!"

"He is indeed greedy. Every time I ask him to collect tips for me, he steals a lot. But why do you think that a Washer artist can compose poems at a level?"

Ye Heng said angrily: "Who told you to dress up as a scribe with a dusty temperament every time you appear on the stage?"

"That's the advice he gave me when I went to register to perform in the studio with the team leader." The light spots on Bailong's black bean eyes turned around, and he suddenly realized, "In this way, I doubt that you bought it. The book was also provided by him, because what kind of stories do you like to read the most, what kind of classmate friendship, what kind of down-and-out scholar sells himself to bury his mother and finds true love..."

"You're right! That bookstore seems to be really owned by their family! He even introduced me to the secret opera pictures left by the previous dynasty. He said that it was an isolated copy, and it must be a lie!" Ye Heng slapped his hands and roared. Bai Long was interrupted with a sound, "Well, this black-hearted person is too good at taking money out of people's pockets! I think he is the biggest robber in Washi City! He took out more money than a thief from my purse." !"

"How much is there?" Bailong has earned countless silver coins and jewelry in Washi, but he has never spent much, so he only knows the quantity of money and does not understand its value.

Following his question, countless scenes floated through Ye Heng's head, including his experience of being cheated when he went shopping in bookstores since he was a child. !"

"Then how much is the thing you rewarded me worth?"

Ye Heng thought for a while, but quickly gave the answer: "More than 3000 taels."

He has been chasing Bailong for less than a year, and pearls are a fixed expenditure, so one can get an approximate figure by counting the days.Speaking of spending 3000 taels a year, it must be more intense than spending thousands of taels in five or six years, but because the team leader is cheating, Ye Heng is not reconciled.

But Bailong didn't see it that way. He felt that 3000 taels were thousands of taels, and a few thousand taels sounded more than 3000 taels—when he thought that he got more than he got from Ye Heng, many of them were borrowed. He was even more unwilling to get it based on his name: "You can't just let it go like this, you should figure it out, so that you can settle the account with him in the future!"

Ye Heng agrees with his statement very much, anyway, he has already memorized the abacus formula by heart, so he can definitely calculate this account!

However, at night, he was poured one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight basins of cold water by the old accountant who taught abacus.

Because although he has learned abacus, he really can't figure it out! ! !A month's revenue, the number of times he called is different! ! !

How much he earned and how much he lost, he himself fainted, and the old accountant was waiting beside him, yawning, asking him to do the calculation again, and then went to the latrine by himself.

As soon as he left, Ye Heng lay down directly on the table, dragging his voice and howling: "I'm so exhausted, why is it so difficult?"

"I haven't seen you say it's difficult in the Four Books and Five Classics, so why do you say it's difficult?" Bai Long grabbed his arm and slipped from his sleeve to the table to breathe.

Ye Heng said weakly: "The Four Books and Five Classics are nothing more than some great truths and stories. Even if I haven't read them carefully, a few sentences will occasionally appear in the scriptures I read. Aren't they written by those who didn't read them?" A Confucian scholar who obtained fame?"

Bai Long felt that what he said made sense: "Then why don't you buy some books about Mr. Accountant?"

"I can't buy it." Ye Heng shook his head slowly, "The accountant sits in front of the abacus all day, what can he write? It's not easy to sell."

"Can't something happen with a customer? Or a guy in the store?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I don't want to go to that bookstore anymore, and I feel like I'm going to be scammed again." Ye Heng closed his eyes, "I'll sleep for a while, remember to wake me up when the old man comes."

Bai Long responded, looked around the ledger on the table for a while, and flipped through other books on the table related to abacus learning with his tail.

When he heard footsteps, he patted Ye Heng twice with his tail, and then he cast a spell and flew up the beam.

When Ye Heng woke up, he wiped his face, then his abacus, and lied to his husband that he did the calculation again, and the answer he got was exactly the same as the previous one.

This answer was obviously wrong, because Mr. frowned and shook his head, got up and walked behind him, and began to teach him to hit him.

During this process, Ye Heng noticed several mistakes he had made, and silently memorized them. However, after two days, he realized that he still couldn't get rid of these mistakes, just like a person who is absolutely road-crazy. , he thanked people loudly, turned his head and walked west.

He was convinced that he did not have the talent to settle accounts, and he was destined to be unable to get back the cheated money from the team leader.

However, he quickly saw through the increasingly dark complexion of his husband that his crisis was not that simple.

"You didn't make a mistake on purpose, did you?"