The Book of Raising Children by Houmen

Chapter 20 Collection (2)
"Jing..." Aunt couldn't utter the words for a while, her tongue got stuck, and she managed to squeeze it out: "Aunt..."

Zhao Jing saw the person coming, but she only looked 27 or [-] years old. She looked old-fashioned, with a Chinese face, white skin and big eyes, but she looked like a standard civil servant.Seeing that he was stunned for a moment, he put on a smile, and when he got up, he blessed him and said, "What's your name, sir?"

It was only then that Shen Cong came to his senses, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Don't dare, I'm the head of the household department, Mr. Cao, and today I'm entrusted by Mr. Cao to come to my aunt to collect the account books of the Marquis of Wu'an."

Zhao Jing had already sorted out the ledger, and now it was placed on the coffee table in the hall, so she asked the little maid standing beside her to bring it to Shen Congcai, sat down and said, "Master Shen, take a look first, see clearly Take it away later, so as to save you from having to run again if something goes wrong.”

Shen Congcai sat down, opened the account book and glanced at it with lowered eyebrows. He saw that the entries on it were clearly written, and they didn't seem to have been registered in a hurry. He was about to ask, but Zhao Jing said first. : "The one for Mr. Shen was copied by me later. The previous one was too messy, and there were a lot of alterations. I'm afraid you can't see clearly. The accounts are the same, and the money paid last time is still enough to make money. , if there are more, they will be returned to the household department in the future.”

Zhao Jing's voice is gentle and elegant. As maids of honor, they all pay attention to calmness and calmness when speaking. Their voices must be moderate, even if they are in a bad mood, they must smile in front of their master. This is the most basic quality. .

Shen Congcai listened to her quietly, and even his breathing became more cautious, for fear that he would get angry and disturb Zhao Jing's round and smooth voice.

"What's the matter, when I came out, Mr. Cao repeatedly ordered, saying the Queen Mother's will, to make good arrangements for Mrs. Wu'anhou's funeral. It's a pity that the war has been going on for many years, so the household department's money is limited, so only part of it is paid. Waiting for your aunt to send someone to pick it up!"

What Shen Congcai said was the truth. These years, the Ministry of Households has only had enough money to live on. Whenever there is surplus money, it will be used as military pay. If one side gets more money, the other side will lose one point. It is really a little surplus. No.

During these years in the palace, Zhao Jing usually listened to the Queen Mother and the Prince Regent giving orders, so how could she not know about it?So this time, she did her best and used the least amount of money to hold a relatively decent funeral, after all, this is also the face of the royal family.If it were someone else, thinking that the imperial court would pay the money, it would be fine if it wasn't extravagant and wasteful, but it would definitely be a good way to fill the pockets of one's own pocket.

"I also know the difficulties of the household department. I don't need to pay any more money. I just hope that the extra money can be used wisely. This will not waste the empress dowager's sympathy." Zhao Jing was acting for Zheng Zheng. The Empress Dowager works, so no matter how hard I am, I dare not say a word, I just praise the Empress Dowager for her grace.

Shen Congcai has been rolling around in the household department for some time, and he has never seen anyone who has delivered money to his door. He looked at Zhao Jing more and more in his heart, and couldn't help but said: "Auntie has worked hard for the past few days. I must return to Master Cao truthfully, and I must thank the Empress Dowager for her kindness."

There was a basketful of official words, the little maid served a cup of tea, and Shen Congcai sat there looking through the ledger, the abacus in his hand crackling.Zhao Jing lowered her head, holding the teacup in her hand, and looked out in a daze.The account book of the household department has been handed in, and the account book for Mrs. Xu will also be handed in two days later, and her work will be over as soon as possible.

Marquis Wu'an's mansion has its own family temple and ancestral tomb, and the tomb of Mrs. Wu'anhou has also started construction. After the 49th day of July [-], the coffin of Mrs. Wu'anhou was parked in the family temple, and only waiting for the tomb to be covered. Madam can rest in peace.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jing felt bored again. If Mrs. Wu'anhou was really like what those gossiping women said, she was pregnant with someone else's child and married Wu'anhou, but lost the child again and died in their house. It's like living in vain.But it must be the Marquis of Wu'an who was even worse off. He didn't know that he was on the front line, and he didn't know about these things in the Marquis Mansion.

Zhao Jing was thinking wildly, when she suddenly heard the crackling of the abacus, Shen Congcai had already read the ledger, and habitually shook the abacus twice in his hand, which surprised Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing glanced at Shen Congcai in embarrassment, and was about to ask a question, when she saw that Shen Congcai had raised his head, cupped his hands towards her and said, "Aunt Jing's account book is really detailed, and the prices in it are indeed fair." Shen Congcai said extra words I didn't say that there are a few expenses here that are the same as those in the Neifu, but it is hard for Shen Congcai to say the prices of the Neifu, and I don't know how many people want to get money from it. , I can't control it.

"Then it's hard for Mr. Shen to go this far." Seeing him standing up, Zhao Jing knew that he must leave. At this time, the tea was cold, and there was nothing to drink, so Zhao Jing followed him My mind has spoken.

Shen Congcai nodded, seeing that the weather outside was cloudy, and it looked like it was going to snow, thinking that he would go to the Ministry of Households in the afternoon, so he left.

(End of this chapter)