Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

Even though he thought so, Xiao Rang, the sage scholar, still felt very guilty. After Xiao Tianqing went in to report, he waited like years, wandering back and forth anxiously.

"Mr. Xiao, the master is waiting for you in the lobby."

I don't know how long it took, but Xiao Tianqing's shout from behind made Xiao Rang wake up from his inexplicable thoughts.

"Lead the way ahead!" Xiao Rang flicked his robe sleeves and opened his clenched hands just now, only to realize that he was already sweating.

What are you nervous about?

Xiao Rang was also very confused, but he just checked the accounts, secretly added two or three strokes, and then presented it to Song Jiang.

As for what Song Jiang would do with the accounts, that was Song Jiang's business, and had nothing to do with him.

Wanting here, Xiao Rang breathed a sigh of relief, letting the breeze dry the sweat from his palms.

"I wasn't so nervous about forging Cai Jing's letter last time. Could it be because I'm going to do something bad this time?"

Xiao Rang took a deep breath and calmed down, only then did he feel that the yard was as noisy as a vegetable market.

As Xiao Tianqing entered the yard, Xiao Rang realized that the yard was full of people, especially the leaders who usually didn't move much in the tent.

The door of the tent was raised high, and the discussion inside was full of joy, but Xiao Rang's appearance stopped the discussion for a while.

The leader who was discussing raised his head, turned his face, and glanced at Xiao Rang.

This made Xiao Rang's heart beat wildly again, and the look of "I know what you are going to do" can be seen on almost everyone's face.

Xiao Rang's steps faltered, and he felt his mouth suddenly go dry.

"Why so many people!"

Fortunately, those leaders just glanced at it, then turned their heads to continue the discussion.

"Why don't you leave, sir?"

Xiao Tianqing looked at Xiao Rang who was panting heavily.

"I'm a little tired after walking too much, but it's better now."

Xiao Rang's answer was also quite strange, didn't he just rest at the gate of the yard for a while?

After finally getting to the entrance of the hall, Ximen Qing greeted him with a smile, and asked Xiao Tianqing to serve her fragrant tea.

Looking at the three or 40-year-old middle-aged scribes in front of him, Ximen Qing felt familiar. He seemed to have seen them in the Juyi Hall a few days ago, but he couldn't remember the name: "Who is this gentleman?"

"Leader Ximen, Xiaosheng is Xiao Rang." Sitting on the chair, Xiao Rang finally breathed more steadily: "This time, I was entrusted by King Chao Tian to check the accounts."

The master scholar Xiao Rang!

Ximenqing's mind suddenly matched, and Jiang Jing was poached by him in advance. He didn't expect Liangshan to let Xiao Rang, a master scholar, be the accountant.

As far as I remember, this guy has good handwriting and can imitate many fonts, and I haven't heard that he has some skills in arithmetic.

"Ah, it turned out to be Mr. Xiao. Look at my memory. Didn't I just drink together a few days ago?"

When Ximen Qing arrived, he showed some enthusiasm, making Xiao Rang, who had bad intentions, a little ashamed, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his temples.

This action made Ximen Qing a little strange: "It's...not that hot today? Could Mr. Xiao come here by running?"

<It's a little sweaty all day long.Let leader Ximen see the joke. "

Old problem you big headed ghost!I think you have ghosts in your heart!

Seeing Xiao Rang's embarrassed look, Ximen Qing had to wonder what this guy was here for?

Thinking of this, Ximen Qing smiled and said: "Don't be careless about your old problems. Mr. Xiao came just in time. You might as well ask Dr. An to let you feel your pulse and prescribe two medicines to go back to eat."

"That's too troublesome. I've been used to it for decades, and it's all right." Xiao Rang hastily declined, "Leader Ximen should take out the accounts, I'll make sure I'm done."

Xiao Rang felt that something would go wrong if he stayed here for a while longer.

"Why are you so anxious about such trivial matters as accounts." Ximen Qing said with a smile: "Doctor An lives in the courtyard, and he doesn't look at it for nothing. King Chao Tianwang has seen it all. Mr. Xiao might as well give it a try. Maybe it will work." Solve old problems in one fell swoop.”

After finishing speaking, Ximen Qing ordered Xiao Tianqing to invite An Daoquan to come.

Xiao Rang originally wanted to decline, but Ximen Qing had already said it, and it was irreversible, so he had to take a sip from the teacup to calm himself down.

Before it was time for a cup of tea, An Daoquan appeared at the entrance of the hall. <What’s wrong with night sweats, let’s take a look. "

Xiao Rang also got up and said politely: "How is the doctor? I'm sorry for the doctor." <Ji night sweats are not a rare problem, most of the patients themselves have Ji Yang qi, and night sweats are not unusual.

Even Ximen Qing, who had never studied traditional Chinese medicine, understood this truth, let alone An Daoquan.

But as soon as An Daoquan got his pulse, he immediately noticed something was wrong.

Although Xiao Rang's pulse condition was not smooth and steady, it was clearly not yin deficiency either.

Although An Daoquan is a genius doctor, he has always been careful when seeing a doctor. He was afraid that he would make a mistake the first time, so he frowned and tried again carefully. <Ji Lenghan's problem is just that he has ghosts in his heart.

Ximen Qing immediately winked at An Daoquan, asking him to delay for a while.

An Daoquan has been a doctor for decades, and these methods are like a mirror in his heart.Ximen Qing glanced over, and An Daoquan immediately guessed about the situation.

While nodding slightly to show that he understood, An Daoquan coughed, put on a troubled look, stroked his beard and closed his eyes, pretending to feel his pulse carefully.

Xiao Rang saw that An Daoquan hadn't finished his pulse for a long time, but the result didn't come out, so he was embarrassed to take back his hand, and just stayed there in embarrassment.

Ximen Qing gave a thumbs up secretly, and said to Xiao Rang: "I think Mr. Xiao has limited time, how about I take out the accounts for Mr. Xiao to have a look at?"

When Xiao Rang, the sage writer, got these words, he was like a person who fell into the water suddenly found a log and immediately picked it up: "This is the best, and I can go back to work as soon as possible."

"It should be." Ximen Qing smiled and ordered Xiao Tianqing to fetch the account and put it in front of Xiao Rang.

Seeing that Xiao Rang finally saw the account, all he had to do was bluff and take it away, he opened it with a smile and heaved a sigh of relief.

Ximen Qing drank tea with a smile, waiting for Xiao Rang's reaction.

The accounts of this era are all written vertically. Ximen Qing has always been overwhelmed, and the fortune teller Jiang Jing is not around, so Ximen Qing simply moved out the forms of his era. be clear and concise.

But for people of this era, this form is like a bible, which is incomprehensible.

Sure enough, when Xiao Rang saw the form, his whole face became like a bitter gourd.

"Leader Ximen, what is this?"

"Accounts." Ximenqing clicked on the account book and said, "This is the account of the blacksmith shop. How about it? Is there any problem?"

"Oh, okay." Xiao Rang bit the bullet and continued to look at it, turning it over and over first, and found that he couldn't understand it at all.

Xiao Rang looked at it from top to bottom and right to left according to his habit.

However, Ximenqing is arranged from left to right. What's even more cheating is that Ximenqing uses Arabic numerals, while various names use pinyin.

As for why pinyin is used, Ximenqing is not clear about it. It may be a problem in his student days. When making tabulations, he likes to use pinyin instead of Chinese characters, so that he can search in the order of pinyin, which is very convenient.

Xiao Rang's temples were sweating again!

What the hell is this!

This is even scarier than the bird seal in my hand, it is simply password-level!

Heavenly book, this is heavenly book!

What is the origin of this guy Ximen Qing!

After reading for a long time, Xiao Rang, a master scholar, suddenly discovered a terrible fact.

That is, I can't understand this account, and I can't make any changes.

Originally, I thought about it well, and if there is no problem, I can add two or three problematic accounts. With the ability of the master scholar Xiao Rang, I firmly believe that there are no fonts in the world that I cannot imitate.

I didn't expect that in the end, I couldn't even read this account, and I added a fart!

What do these squiggly symbols mean?

Xiao Rang was sweating profusely, almost dripping on the ledger.

An Daoquan opened his eyes with a "huh", because Xiao Rang's pulse was in a mess!

Looking at the messy Xiao Rang again, An Daoquan coughed: "Mr. Xiao, you are yin deficient, and it looks serious. I still prescribe medicine for you."

Ximen Qing smiled and ordered Xiao Tianqing to refill Xiao Rang's tea: "Ah, Mr. Xiao sees that you are sweating profusely from reading the accounts, why don't you take a sip of tea?"

Xiao Rang was really ashamed and said: "Leader Ximen, your account... I really don't understand it."

Ximen Qing laughed and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, Doctor An, you can prescribe the medicine."

An Daoquan responded, knowing it well, and went to prescribe some prescriptions to reduce anger and open the spleen and stomach. Anyway, it doesn't matter if it is adjusted, right?

"I learned this method of keeping accounts from a big diner merchant." Ximen Qing explained: "Most people can't understand it, but it's nothing more than a few tens of pennies, and the king of heaven is too much trouble."

Xiao Rang even wanted to kneel down at this time. He didn't expect that not only would he not have the opportunity to add some problematic accounts, but he couldn't even understand the accounts. If he went back and told Chao Tianwang about it, he would not lose face to his grandma's house.

"Leader Ximen, anyway, it's only a few dozen, you can just count it, Xiaosheng will go back and do business." Xiao Rang simply smashed the pot and smashed it, just don't lose his own people, as for Song Jiang, he can't take care of it.

"Well, you just write fifty strokes."

Ximen Qing is very easy to talk to.

"Okay, fifty strokes is fifty strokes." Xiao Rang nodded.

Ximen Qing suddenly remembered something: "It is said that Mr. Xiao writes good handwriting, and Su Huang Mi Cai can write in all kinds of fonts. I have a copy of Chuuxue Qixiu here, and I promised many leaders on the mountain that each person will give a copy. I wonder if Mr. Xiao can help with this?"