Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Since entering the Imperial College, Cui Xie has not returned home while the sun is still high in the sky. When I arrived home so early today, the Cui family felt strange, worried about whether he was ill, or had an accident in school, and asked his husband to send it back.

The master and madam are no longer there. If he falls again, who should this family rely on?

Chief steward Cui Liangdong heard that he would follow up to the courtyard when he came back, rushing to change his clothes, staring at his expression, and asked in a low voice: "What happened to the eldest son? Going home?"

Cui Xie was okay, so he remembered it when he mentioned it. He took a sip of tea and looked at the smoke flowing above the cup and said, "It's not something. Has the five-year plan that the three shopkeepers were given before has been made? Two days have passed since the expiration date, and no one sent it to me."

Cui Liangdong felt bitter, secretly regretting the more words, which made him think of something about the five-year plan. They also do business with the help of God to enjoy food. Who has made such a long-term plan? Who knows whether it will be wind or rain next year, whether the place of origin will increase the price of everything, whether to add a new pass on the river... It is not good to say that, who knows when the emperor will die.

The Cui's shops all point to the purchase of goods to the south to sell, and you can lose money by flipping the cargo on the road. There is no guarantee that it will be stronger every year.

This young master still has to read the plan written on the paper to close the shop. Isn't this forcing an artificial fake? It's just that no matter how good the writing is, what's the use of it, and then it may not be able to recover the money...

He slandered in his heart, but he did not dare to be unhappy, and said with a strong smile: "The plan of the Nanhuo store is all staring at them. It should be fine if you want to come to those two. The eldest son waits a bit, the younger This calls them to confess the plan to the son."

Cui Xie put on the Yanju clothing sent by Xie Qianhu and got up and said, “You don’t need to take it to my yard. Ask the shopkeeper and the tent to send me to the upper room. I will watch with my grandfather, grandmother and younger siblings. Go to the rouge shop and ask Brother Cui Qi to come back and ask him to fetch the questionnaire I asked for. You bring the three shopkeepers to Shangfang together, so I just want to spread out something, lest you Some people are dissatisfied with some untrue rumors behind their backs."

Although he is the de facto in power in the Cui House, he is not easy to make a statement. He still wants to promote the advantages of the democratic dictatorship and establish a democratic vote within the family.

But what the result of this democracy is, he already knows.

Cui Liangdong just thought about his ignorance of the world, when he heard the words "behind the gossip" and saw a meaningful smile on the corners of his mouth, he felt that he was beating himself by what he said, and his old face was slightly hot, and he continued: "Master What are you talking about? Where can we Cui family have that foolish servant who dares to talk about the master behind? If there is such a person, I, Cui Liangdong, will beat him to death!"

Cui Xie smiled, waved to him, and went out first: "Go wherever you should. I'll wait for you in the upper courtyard."

The upper yard was full by this time.

Because he came back too early, the concubines in the backyard heard about what was wrong with his pillar, and they were not enough to see him, so they asked the two who raised their children to go to the room to listen to the news. .

As soon as Cui Xie entered the door, he asked several pairs of eyes to stare at him, his scorching eyes almost burned through his face.

In spite of these concerns, he first went up to greet his grandparents, and said that he would call the stewards to report on the plan later. The group of people who came to the peace heard that he had no problems with his body or his studies, and came back early just to check with the shop, so they were relieved. The two children were also brought by their biological mothers, and they got up one after another to greet him.

The old lady asked someone to bring snacks to him, and said with a smile: "Whatever you make, you can make it yourself. We don't understand this. What's the use of listening."

Cui Xie said, “I’m still young, and I’m afraid that I’m not thinking about things thoroughly. I have lost money, and my family will suffer with me. I’ll call sister Yun and Brother He and listen to them later. Even though they are young, they should know. Know what's in the house."

The two children still don't understand the use of this, but their mother understands that this is the eldest brother who wants to uphold the younger siblings, and maybe even divide them some money. They are all happy.

The old lady glanced at them and said to Cui Xie: "Don't be used to them. Where is the old child in someone else's house asking about the shop outside? The two of us are useless to listen. Your grandfather doesn't get up. Convenient, put two more children, there is no place to sit when the stewards come."

The Wu family relied on giving birth to a son. He was confident enough to intervene: "We and brother were born out of nowhere. We don’t want to be successful in the future. It’s good to be able to take care of the family business for the elder brother. Let him listen a little while growing up It’s easy to understand the market when it’s old."

Cui Xie didn’t even look at her, and said flatly, “He will go to school with her husband in the future and take care of what family business? I tell him to listen to this to keep his knowledge, lest he doesn’t understand anything. It's easy to deceive people when you go out."

I'm still missing from my brother, Sister Yun is already twelve, and she should be prepared to marry in this evil feudal society. It doesn't hurt to listen to the economic problems of the shop.

Before Cui Xie came, he planned the matter and arranged: "Isn't the wheelchair ready? Grandfather can sit at the door and listen. Let's hang a breathable gauze curtain on the door. Pull up the screen and tell the stewards to say outside, our family is listening in the house, and if you don’t want to listen, you can rest on top."

The grandfather hummed twice, and the old lady leaned on his face and listened for a while. She got up and ordered the foster mother to go out and ask someone to lift the wheelchair and pull the screen. He sent the two concubines away and laid soft cotton pads and mattresses on the wheelchair.

This wheelchair is different from the modern one: the shape of the chair is the same as that of a recliner, it is wide and long, the back of the chair is tilted back, and the chair surface is connected into a smooth and excessively wide arc, and it feels like a half-sitting and half-lying. Being fully supported by the back of the chair, a patient with weak muscles like Old Man Cui is also comfortable sitting.

The wheels of the wheelchair are installed at the rear, and two wooden poles that are bent downward are extended on the ground on both sides of the front edge. Pushing a wheelchair is a bit like pushing a wheelbarrow. You must first push down the handle on the back of the chair. Once you release it to a suitable position, the chair will stand firmly on the spot.

Cui Xie watched them play with the mechanism, removed the handrails, and then told them all to retreat and go over and hug people. He is a martial artist who has much more strength than the wife in this house. He put the old man's hands on his chest, bends his knees, and he puts one hand on his shoulders and one hand supports his knees, connecting with the quilt on his body. Easily pick up the person and put it in the wheelchair.

The old lady snorted a few times in surprise, and the old lady hurriedly interpreted for him and asked Cui Xie why he worked so hard.

Cui Xie helped the old man level his hands and feet, put a cushion on the back of his neck, and while tucked in the quilt, said: "The son of the local commander in Qian'an, I was allowed by their father and son to learn some marksmanship in the barracks and gain strength."

The old lady looked dim, and sighed: "You still have the blood of the old Liu family on your body. You have a destiny with the martial artist..."

Cui Xie straightened up and said with a smile: "Perhaps. I'm glad that I can have this strength, and now I can hold my grandfather and let him suffer less toss."

The old lady said, "Whether you learn martial arts, keep your body healthy, or you will get sick as you study hard. But don't be too tired to learn martial arts. Those with spears and swords should practice less and don't compact your bones. , Will not grow taller in the future."

……No way!

No, this must be superstition! It's pseudoscience!

The little brother who taught him marksmanship was half a head taller than him!

Cui Xie didn't want to think too much. He went out and instructed people to pull up the screen, hang the gauze curtain, and hook the curtain of the heavy compartment to the golden hooks on both sides of the door. While arranging the furnishings, they asked someone to take a wad of mulberry paper, add ink and paint, and waited for several shopkeepers and Cui Qi to report on their work.

The three shopkeepers and the tents came early, but Cui Qi didn't know where to go after getting the order, and he didn't come. The manager asked the son if he wanted to wait for him to come, and Cui Xie said, "Don't worry about him, you can talk first."

Each of the three held a five-year plan in their hands-it was said to be a plan, but in fact it was a thin two-page paper. One page filled in the asset appraisal form according to Cui Xie's request, and one page wrote the next five years. The number of incoming and outgoing accounts.

The Nanhuo Store is called Cui's Nanhuo Store. It is located in Shijia Hutong in the east of the city, next to the Tongzhou Canal. It is also the most valuable shop among the Cui family. The old goods in it are all worth seven to eight hundred silver, and usually five or six big men, plus the accountant, shopkeeper, porter, and labor, cost thirty taels a year for work and food. Accidental wear and tear each year is also fifty or sixty taels, plus the amount of money to honor the yamen and the villagers in this street, and the total will add up to nearly two hundred taels.

But those new products from the South also made more money. One shipment from Suzhou to Beijing can triple that.

The treasurer, Cui Dahui, wanted to judge Cui Xie with the advantage, but didn't want to make a schedule. Cui Liangdong had the idea to intervene in the shop, and desperately wanted to do it well. He personally stared at the account of the Nanhuo shop. After grinding with him in the shop for a few days, he finally made this watch decent.

In the five-year plan, except for the first year, you could not pay your home. The remaining few years were really doubled every year, three years and five times, and after five years, it would be no problem to make thousands of taels a year.

If you follow the limelight when Zhirong Bookshop published "Lianfanglu" and "Three Kingdoms", it would not be too much a year; but according to the first time this group of people came to cry poor with him, this income is simply a miracle. .

Cui Xie didn't say anything. He only drew the coordinates on the whiteboard he had just made, and put the numbers of income, expenditure, loss, etc. on the board with pens of different colors to form a line graph.

After drawing the picture, it is clear that the revenue of the Nanhuo Store is almost a 90-degree upward vertical direction. The rest of the figures fluctuate up and down without any regularity, and the data is not compiled at all.

He originally wanted to arrange three trend charts vertically. After drawing this one, he found that the coordinate charts could only be drawn horizontally, and they couldn't be drawn vertically.

The fold lines of the two silk and satin shops and the rouge shop in the back were still hovering at fifty or sixty degrees. Compared with the Nanhuo shop, they immediately seemed invisible.

The two shopkeepers hated and regretted looking at the picture—what they hated was that Cui Liangdong dared to compile Shuer to this point in order to please the eldest son; what regretted was that his courage was not enough, and Shuer was able to compile it back. Not enough.

After Cui Xie drew the three fold lines, he couldn't help laughing. He picked up the paper and told Song Yan: "Take it in and show it to grandfather and grandmother."

Xiao Si took the paper and passed it in. Cui Xie sat in the hall and looked at the schedule that they had sent, comparing it with the lines "Ji Shi De Li Lai Yin", "King in Lai Yin", "Balance and De Yin". "Salary goes to silver" and "loss goes to silver" without saying a word.

After a long silence, the old lady hummed a few times, and the old lady said in it: "Although our old couple has not touched the account book for more than ten years, the amount of money is still a bit empty. Your father told me that he too I can’t take care of it, you can figure it out, and you can get the money from whichever one. If we can wait for them to get up, then we can save a few months and wait for next year..."

The two children didn't even have the right to speak. They told their mothers and **** to be strict, and they sat on the kang in the house and listened honestly.

Cui Xie glanced at the shopkeepers and said, "Then wait until Cui Qi comes over and look again. He has the questionnaire I want in his hand."

He stopped talking, and there was silence in the room. Cui Jinzhi of the satin shop relied on these days to buy goods from the tailor, and his heart was a little bit deep, but the hearts of the other two shopkeepers were beating, anxious eyes fell on him, wishing to see through his chest——

Which store does he want to close? How can I save his mind? When the store is closed, even if they can still be the second shopkeeper in another house, how can they compare to the taste of having the power of a store alone?

Everyone waited until their hearts were upset, and there was a notification outside the door: "Brother Cui Qi is here!"

The three shopkeepers wanted to run out to block him, and first asked him what he was holding and which shop he was going to close. Cui Liangdong sighed secretly, and ordered Songyan to serve him tea as soon as possible, and entertain him like a guest.

Cui Qi asked people to stare at the door, but his expression remained unchanged. He took out a thick stack of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Cui Xie. He smiled and said, "This is something that my eldest brother arranged for someone to make. I've counted it. Brother, see if it works?"

The forms were laid out on paper according to his requirements, from the location and surrounding environment assessment, to the flow of people outside the door, the flow of passengers, the work attitude of the clerk, the volume of goods sold and the rate of return... Although it is only the number in the past ten days, it is still very real on average.

Cui Xie took these data and compared the three shops, using blue for seafood shops, ink for silk and satin shops, and red for rouge shops, drawing histograms one by one. It is not clear to see the data and the broken line is not clear. In this way, the histogram with a strong contrast of color and length makes people understand at a glance which one is doing well and which one is not interested in.

In the three stores, the flow of dried rouge is relatively even, with dozens of customers every day, and the prices of the goods are not high, but the guys are quite diligent in greeting, and there are regular repeat customers. The silk shop was not very good at first, but after climbing up to the tailor, they all went out with good materials. Although the Nanhuo store also has customers, the situation is very serious. The more expensive the dry goods, the less they can be sold. The cheap ones were sold well, but there was no cash flow, and they couldn't afford new products, and many customers were lost.

The pictures of Cui Xie came out for them to see, and they were transferred into the house so that his grandparents and younger siblings could understand.

He didn't need to say a word, and everyone in the house knew which one to sell.

The other two shopkeepers had the joy of escaping from the dead and exhaled with relief. But then I thought about his do not know where to come from the data and contrasting data graphs, I felt a little cold. Thinking about being subject to this kind of surveillance in the future, all the amounts of money are dazzlingly drawn to compare with people, and it seems like being a shopkeeper is boring.

Unwillingly, Cui Dalai rushed forward to catch Cui Xie, and said in a row: "Nanhuo store only has a bad turnover for a while, and it will still make money in the future! The five-year plan in my store is not accurate, son. Keep me, I can earn you one thousand taels in the future, no, I can earn three thousand taels back!"

Cui Xie gently grabbed his hand, pushed him a few steps away, raised his chin slightly, and said with a sneer: "Your five-year plan? The numbers on the picture have all gone to the sky, dare you take it seriously? I didn’t ask the tent to put the reports of the previous years on the map. It’s to save you face. Don’t think you can believe it if you make up the number."

TV dramas, movies, and box office have never seen such a distracted one. Really they do not learn arithmetic for liberal arts students?

Their family has been democratic, and it is time for dictatorship.

He pushed Cui Dalai outside and told Cui Liangdong: "Prepare for clearance of the southern goods store. Be a big brand of the same height and stand outside the store, and write: This store is about to close due to poor management, and all products will be cleared. All products will be cleared..."

Ten yuan is not appropriate.

He couldn't figure out how to set the price for a while, so he said: "You follow Mr. Clerk to get the store inventory and price list, and by the way, estimate a suitable discount and show me. After you put up the sign, ask the guy to stand in the store. Call it outside and make it more lively. Everyone who passes by knows that our shop is going to be closed. Only the last ten days are left, the price is favorable, and the expiration date is not waiting."