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After being exposed, Xie Changling not only did not feel embarrassed, but instead seemed confident and calm.

"If you are not a family member, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are. Prisoner Chen has not married. One person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry. Naturally, he cannot understand the profound meaning of my words. The Xie family is not my Xie family. Hundreds of people in the Xie family eat and drink every day. Sa, Prisoner Chen is good at calculations. You can calculate for me how much it costs per day.

Calculating according to the standards of Tianlao, how much does it cost you for one day in Tianlao? Our Xie family only has more. Even though we earn a lot, we also have a lot of expenses. At the end of each year, when we settle accounts, we have worked in vain for a year, earning just enough money to cover expenses, and no savings at all. In the end, we have to count on the harvest from the fields. "

He stood in front of the cell door, his attitude seemed very natural, and his words were loud and clear. He is obviously someone who understands business and is not a nerd who only studies dead books but does not know how to make a living in economics.

Chen Guanlou knew that the other party was a genius, but he didn't expect that the arrogant scholar would care about such trivial matters as daily expenses such as eating, drinking, sleeping, sleeping, etc.

Seven things to do before opening the door: firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea.

He didn't understand before why the ancients put firewood first. It was not until he came to this era and was in the capital that he discovered that the first thing that urban residents did every day was not to consider where to make money to buy rice, but to consider buying firewood. The price of firewood fluctuated even more than The price fluctuations of rice grains also affect people's hearts.

Without firewood, you can't make a fire to cook or boil water. If the kitchen can't turn on the fire, you can't eat.

Living in a city, there are no mountains, rivers or trees, so we have to buy firewood. Especially in winter, you can go a day without eating, but you can't go a day without making a fire. In such a cold weather, people would freeze to death if they didn't light a fire.

The mountains have owners, and firewood has a price.

The consumption of firewood in the capital is no less than the consumption of food.

According to Chen Guanlou's understanding, the hills outside the city were almost completely wiped out. You have to go further up the mountain to get firewood. The key point is that all hills are owned by owners. Anyway, there are no unowned hills in Gyeonggi.

There are many wealthy households in the capital who have made their fortunes by selling firewood, and for generations they have had nothing to worry about.

Of course, the Hou Mansion does not have to worry about firewood. The Hou Mansion has its own farm, its own mountain villa, and acres of mountains and forests. Every month, people from the villa will bring a large amount of firewood to the Hou Mansion on a fixed day.

The Hou Mansion also has its own charcoal-burning workshop, which can burn firewood, coal, and all kinds of charcoal.

When Chen Guanlou buys charcoal, he always goes to the charcoal-burning workshop in Hou Mansion and takes it home in carts. Because my surname is Chen, I can get a 10% discount.

The accounts don't stand up to scrutiny.

After doing the calculations, I discovered that firewood occupies an extremely important position in life, and the amount of money spent on it in a year is not a small amount. This is still his life alone, and he fires once in a while. If it were the situation at Sister Chunxiang's house, I really wouldn't dare to calculate it carefully.

"Okay, okay! I know Mr. Xie that you are good at economics and making a living, so you don't need to give me some rationale. Anyway, I don't have a discount here. If you want to show off, you have to pay the price."

Xie Changling let out a sigh of relief, seeming very unhappy with him. Covering his eyes, he lowered his eyes and asked, "How much money is left in my account?"

"Less than a hundred taels."

Xie Changling frowned slightly, "Why are there so few left?"

Chen Guanlou immediately ordered the jailer beside him, "Go to Qian Fugui and get Mr. Xie's private account."

The prisoner's private account is something created by Chen Guanlou. It is a small improvement and improves work efficiency.

Since he came up with the package, matching private accounts came into being.

In addition to each prisoner's share of the money, all extra money paid will be credited to the prisoner's private account. Where are the flowers and when were they spent? Write them down one by one. Open it and see it clearly. Be open and transparent.

This move was welcomed by all the prisoners in the A-shaped prison. In the past, when I paid, the money was spent in an unclear manner. After a while, the jailer said that there was no more money and that the money was all spent. The exact details of how it was spent are vague and no one can tell.

Now that you have a private account, you can check where every tael of money has been spent.

Soon, Qian Fugui came over with a thick account book.

"grown ups!"

"Find Mr. Xie's account and show it to him."

Chen Guanlou ordered.

Qian Fugui pointed his finger and started to look through the account book, "Xie Changling, Xie Changling... Mr. Xie was imprisoned at the beginning of this year, ah, I found it. Mr. Xie, please take a look!"

Qian Fugui faced the page recording the accounts against the cell door, "Mr. Xie, did you see clearly? From the day you were imprisoned until today, every expense has been recorded in the book. There are no omissions and no false accounts. They are all true. Expenses. Look, the expenses you spent on bathing in the past few days, the expenses on eating wine and meat last month, you want high-quality rice paper, you want high-quality pen and ink..."

You don’t know if you don’t see it.

After seeing the accounts, Xie Changling realized that he had spent so much money and bought so many gadgets without knowing it. Of course, the price in Tianlao is not on the same level as the price in Beijing, which is the main reason why money is spent too fast.

Seeing that there were only eighty taels of silver left in the balance, the corners of his eyes twitched twice.

He pursed his lips and looked serious, not knowing what he was thinking. Maybe he was reflecting on why he spent so much money.

Qian Fugui never stopped talking, "Master Xie, did you see it clearly? Do you have any questions? Are there any mistakes? Don't worry, under the wise leadership of Master Chen, our Jia-shaped prison has changed the past style and achieved fair treatment, clear accounts, and satisfied both prisoners and jailers. If there are no questions, I will take the account book back. I am busy day by day. The more people in the prison, the busier I am."

Xie Changling nodded and waved his hand.

Qian Fugui asked Chen Guanlou for instructions again.

Chen Guanlou nodded, and he left with the account book.

"Does Master Xie have any other questions? Do you want to go out? Tianlao does not sell on credit." Chen Guanlou made the rules clear.

This is a seller's market, and there is no such thing as selling on credit.

Xie Changling wiped his face, "The prices in your Tianlao are too high and too black!"

Chen Guanlou was not good at complaining before.

Since he became a jailer, he has learned this skill by himself. "We have no choice! You are an official, you should know that most of the money we collect must be handed over. Only a small amount is left in our hands. The Ministry of Justice often owes us salaries and public funds for food and oil.

Hundreds of people in Tianlao have to rely on this little money to eat and drink. Do you think it's easy for us? Mr. Xie, you prisoners can get two meals a day on time because of the efforts of the jailers you call too black-hearted. Without our efforts to collect money, you would all starve."

"Heretical theory!" Xie Changling scolded.

Chen Guanlou laughed, "Whether it is heresy or not, you and I know it very well. In fact, similar situations exist in all government offices. How does the Wucheng Bingmasi rely on for money? Do you really rely on the salary from the court? It relies on exploiting the merchants under its jurisdiction and asking them to pay membership fees, so that the government office can operate. What does the Ministry of Justice rely on? It relies on the tribute from our Tianlao to maintain itself. Otherwise, the Ministry of Revenue is in such a mess, with deficits every year, and it can't even pay the salaries of officials in Beijing. If we rely on the Ministry of Revenue for food, we will all starve to death."