Spring is coming

"Slow use."

It was not lunch time yet and the kitchen was not busy. After serving the food, she retreated behind the counter and started practicing her abacus.

Neither she nor Mo He knew how to use an abacus, so it was very difficult to reconcile the accounts last night.

Mo Changlin once teased his daughter with his cooking skills, but he only taught Mo Jingchun a superficial knowledge. Besides, it was all in his childhood, and he has long forgotten it now.

After calculating the loss again, she sighed deeply and pushed the abacus and account book in with some annoyance: "Sister-in-law, I think we still need to hire an accounting helper!"

While Mo He hurriedly wiped the table before guests came, and made it shiny, he lowered his head and thought about what she said: "Okay, doesn't your Uncle Xiangyuan know how to do that?"

Mo Xiangyuan and Mo Changlin were apprentices under a bookkeeper at first, but later one of them stayed to continue learning and took over the master's mantle, while the other felt that there was no way out and returned to the village to continue farming.

"Can Uncle Xiangyuan agree to this?" She bit her lower lip hesitantly. Mo Xiangyuan is the head of the family. At his age, how can he be a small accountant?Then when Mo Ying gets married, won't the Li family be the only one in the land?
"How about I ask him about it next time I go back."

It doesn’t hurt to ask anyway.

"Ok."

Taking advantage of the fact that I'm not particularly busy these days, the ledger can be settled even if I do some calculations.

"how much is it?"

The bearded man finished eating, wiped the oil from his mouth, and stepped forward to pay the bill.

"Four, 45 Wen!"

Mo Jingchun stood still subconsciously and glanced across his face, only to realize that there was a long and terrifying scar hidden under the man's beard!

Oh my god, she's so obedient, who is this person's background?
"Cough!" He seemed to have phlegm in his throat after eating. After coughing a few times, he fished out a few coins from his waist.

"Hold!"

He cursed again.

This time Mo He also heard it and trembled along with Mo Jingchun.

"I'm not scolding you, motherfucker!" He raised his eyelids and explained to them angrily, his face full of impatience.

"Okay, sir." What could she say? Could it be that this person didn't bring enough money?
Eat free food?
Met her so quickly?
"Can you find it?"

He said this again, and Mo Jingchun clicked his tongue for a while before realizing that the other person was asking if he could find the money.

"I can do it."

It must be possible. Before she opened, she went to exchange a box of copper coins.

"Here." The other party threw a small piece of broken silver on the counter, very casually.

After she weighed it, it happened to be half a tael, so she found a copper plate and gave it to the other party. The bearded man just casually hung several strings of money on his waist and clanked out of the store.

Although his wealth is not exposed, looking at his physique and appearance, no one who is short-sighted would dare to mess with him, right?

Apart from this episode, it was another ordinary day, and I also received a lot of praise for the pork belly chicken from several diners.

When closing time was approaching, there was only one table of diners left in the store eating quietly. Mo Jingchun took this little time to read "The Analects" silently, when there was a noise at the door curtain, and someone came.

"It's already today." Before she could say the words "Closed," she was startled by a familiar face: "Brother Bo, why are you here at this time?"

"We'll talk about it later when you're free." He leisurely picked a chair and sat down.Mo Jingchun wanted to say that he was not busy at the moment, but he thought that maybe the other party wanted to wait until there was no one in the store before talking, so he didn't say much and continued to do what he was doing.

After finally seeing off the last table of guests, she locked the outer door and returned. Bo Qingshan asked him, "Have you eaten?"

"not yet."

"That's right. I haven't eaten either. Can you help Chef Mo make a bowl of noodles?"

Momojiji just refused to say what was going on, and Mo Jingchun was almost dying of curiosity.

He used the remaining chicken soup to cook a pot of noodles and cracked two eggs into it. After serving it to the table, Bo Qingshan ate it hungrily as if he had been hungry for a long time, showing no trace of his usual demeanor.

"Brother Bo, what's going on?"

"You girl, can you let me cushion your stomach first before urging you?" He joked, but the thing he took out in his hand didn't look like a joke at all, "Look, this is coming out of that box. of."

Box?

That box they dug out of the mountain?
"Brother Bo, have you found the person who picked the lock?" Is it credible?

"Well, Hang Sheng picked it up from Jiangxia County. In fact, it arrived a few days ago."

But in the past few days, he had also looked at this book himself and found that whoever took it was really unlucky.

That notebook was lying quietly on the table. Is this a thing that killed several people?Mo Jingchun slowly moved the notebook wrapped in thick kraft paper to himself inch by inch and started to read through it.

It says that this is the account book of Cuihong Qianzhuang Jinghe for five to ten years.

In the summer of the fifth year of Jinghe, the "tribute" of 2000 and two hundred silver was recorded, which shows that it was an expenditure. The destination is unknown. There is only one word "tribute" to refer to it.

It was the summer of the fifth year of Jinghe again, and the "tribute" of 3000 and two hundred silver was recorded, which shows that it was an expenditure.

Then there were some meaningless expenditures and incomes. In the seventh year of Jinghe, the word "tribute" appeared again, and this time 6000 taels of silver were spent at once.

Immediately afterwards, it was still the seventh year of Jinghe. After that, 2000 taels of silver began to be "tributed" regularly every month. There was still no purpose, only a vague word "tribute".

The person who made the account book was very skilled. He could explain it clearly in just a few words, and even a layman like Mo Jingchun could understand it.

She stopped reading halfway through and said in confusion: "These coins."

Where did it come from and where did it go?

"The word tribute is generally used when paying tribute to the royal family."

"Gongli?" She covered her mouth tightly with one hand, and after a long time she opened a gap and said, "Why does Cuihong Bank send money to Gongli?"

Is it for the emperor or the harem?

"Let's not mention these for now. This should not be their official account book, but a very private one, and it is only a copy, not the original."

"Did Dad copy them after discovering them and then be discovered? In other words, the purpose of the money may be shady." "Otherwise, I wouldn't have been searching secretly for so long."

"Look further back."

"Okay." She continued to scroll back, reading much faster this time, but she also saw something strange, "Why have you started to make such a big profit?"

From the beginning of Jinghe's eighth year to the end of his account book and the beginning of his tenth year, there would be huge amounts of income every other month, each of which was more than 5000 taels. On the contrary, the "tribute" was much less, and it only appeared occasionally. The end of the quarter or the end of the year. (End of chapter)