Rise From the Humble

The day is getting late, and the sunset is unwilling to end.

After riding out of Taicang Yinku, Zhu Ping'an looked back at Taicang Yinku and showed his white teeth to the sunset.

The decadent Taicang, like the sunset in the west, is about to end.

Thinking about the way Zhao Langzhong told him not to come back tomorrow, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but think of modern Fan Wei's classic "Thank you", so much so that he couldn't move the corners of his mouth.

Zhu Ping'an knew that Zhao Langzhong and others had told him to come to Taicang tomorrow to complete the inspection process. According to previous inspection practices, when inspecting the Taicang bank, he had to at least look at the bank, look through the account books, and check the running water. It was just a pretense. Please make some suggestions, and the audit work will be considered complete only if this is done.

I just took a look outside the bank today, and I barely looked inside the bank. However, I haven’t checked the account books, flow statements, etc. Even if I’m just pretending, I have to complete these procedures, so that the audit work can be successfully completed. They can also feel relieved.

Therefore, a talented person like Zhao Lang would tell Zhu Ping'an to come to Taicang tomorrow, just pretend to be pretentious, at least go through the process.

hehe.

However, in a day or two, Taicang will no longer welcome him.

Zhu Ping'an withdrew his gaze, twitched the corner of his mouth, turned his head and pulled the horse's reins, tightened his legs on the horse's belly, said "drive", and rode the horse eastward, returning to Linhuai Marquis Mansion.

The setting sun was shining, and the sunset glow dyed half of the sky red. It was rare that the weather became a little cooler after a hot day.

I guess I knew I was going home. The dark horse returned as fast as a BMW. It seemed as if its sides had wings. The horse's hooves were brisk all the way. When the sunset put away its last light, I arrived in Linhuai. Hou Mansion.

"Uncle, you don't know how many people gave gifts today. They blocked the road in front of the gate. The lady confiscated none of them. There was also a person who was the worst and buried gold in a flower pot, but the lady still guessed it. , Humph, Miss said these people are not well-intentioned."

Barabara

When the little maid Baozi saw Zhu Pingan, she acted like a parrot and told him everything that happened during the day.

Good wife.

This is Zhu Ping'an's evaluation of Li Shu after learning about this matter. He may not be able to do better than Li Shu. With a girl like Li Shu who is as smart as a demon, he can completely worry about the backyard. .

The dinner was very sumptuous. The little girl Niuniu and the naughty boy Rui Geer came to share the meal again. The two little ones came with some food. In addition to bringing their own small rice bowls, the naughty boy also came with his arms. A small jar with a little turtle in it. This is a naughty child’s new toy. It looks like something precious.

Zhu Pingan joked about having a little turtle stewed in soup as an extra meal, which made the naughty boy glare at Zhu Pingan with his little eyes for a while, and he couldn't let go of the little jar.

After dinner, Li Shu asked the girl to send the two little ones to the old lady. During the meal, the old lady sent someone to look for them.

Zhu Pingan went into the study after dinner, found some pieces of rice paper, and began to write and draw with all his concentration.

Tomorrow I will be auditing Taicang Bank's books and records, so I have to be fully prepared.

In fact, Zhu Ping'an is no stranger to checking accounts. He helped check the accounts once at Li Shu's house after passing the national examination, so he has some experience.

The ancient account books are like those of Rich Man Li, no, the account books of his father-in-law's family. They are all running accounts. In layman's terms, it is the single-entry accounting method. This is a limitation of the times, and accounting methods have not yet developed to the extent of modern double-entry accounting.

To put it bluntly, no matter how proficient and careful people of this era are in their accounting methods, or how perfectly they memorize running accounts, Zhu Pingan can still tell in just a few minutes whether the account books of this era are fake or problematic. Yes, because Zhu Pingan has historical experience that is hundreds of years ahead of this era. This historical experience is unmatched by people of this era.

Therefore, when checking the accounts at his father-in-law's house, Xiao Chu, who was in the accounting field, spent several days without finding any problems, but Zhu Pingan saw the problem in just a few minutes.

Now, what Zhu Pingan is writing and drawing in the study is the double-entry accounting form he used when checking the accounts at Li Shu's house.

It's strange to say that in modern times, Zhu Pingan could only draw this kind of form with the help of a ruler. Now in the Ming Dynasty, after practicing calligraphy for so many years, he can draw it with just a brush without a ruler. Such straight lines.

Horizontal and vertical.

The first form was still a bit unskilled, but when it came to the second form, Zhu Pingan could draw it in a smooth and flowing manner.

After drawing a full twenty sheets of double-entry accounting form on rice paper, Zhu Ping'an stopped before he could finish his work.

As the treasury of the Ming Dynasty, Taicang Bank must have a lot of various revenue and expenditure flows, etc., and it is as vast as smoke. If he did not draw so many accounting tables, Zhu Pingan would be worried that there would not be enough.

My hands are a little sore.

My mouth is also a little dry.

Zhu Pingan stretched out his hand to pour himself a cup of tea. As soon as he reached out, he met Rouyi.

A jade hand appeared in his sight, holding a cup of hot tea with slender fingers and handed it to him.

Slender jade hands, soft fingers.

That’s it.

Zhu Ping'an's eyes followed the jade hand upwards, and when he raised his head, he saw Li Shu standing opposite with a smile.

Li Shu was wrapped in a loose bathrobe. Her exposed skin was smooth and white, with rosy white skin. The bathrobe outlined round curves. She was wiping her hair with a towel in her other hand. She had just taken a bath and could smell the smell. It smells of moist rose petals and also has a light milky aroma. Zhu Ping'an knew that Li Shu liked to use rose petals and goat milk to mix orchid soup when bathing.

Hibiscus comes out of clear water, and the carvings are naturally removed.

No amount of beautiful words can describe the surprise that Li Shu brought to Zhu Pingan at this moment.

Li Shu was originally very charming, like a witch, with a natural charm. Now after taking a bath, her skills have greatly increased. She looked at Zhu Pingan with a smile with her big watery eyes, as if she could seduce people with just a blink of an eye. , looking at each other, Zhu Pingan felt like a fire was burning in his heart, and it was difficult to control himself.

"Why are you looking at me like this, don't you recognize me?" Li Shujiao groaned.

"How could that happen?" Zhu Ping'an lowered his head and drank water, trying to hide it by drinking water.

The next second, Zhu Ping'an, who was drinking water, paused and suddenly looked up at Li Shu, as if he had just come to his senses, "Have you taken a shower?"

"Are you blind?" Li Shu rolled her eyes cutely.

"Ahem, that means your period is gone." Zhu Ping'an coughed. He still knew some basic physiological knowledge.

"Why do you, a grown man, pay attention to such filth? If you don't leave, I'm worried that I will bleed to death." Li Shu's pretty face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, and she glared at Zhu Ping'an with anger.

"Ahem, do you need me to give you some blood?" Zhu Ping'an looked at Li Shu with burning eyes.

Li Shu was startled, "How to make up for it?"

"Have you ever heard of the saying that one drop of semen and ten drops of blood?" Zhu Ping'an's eyes were even more intense.

"You! Woohoo."

Before Li Shu finished speaking, he was eaten into his mouth. On the one hand, he was eating the marrow to know the taste, and on the other hand, he was eager to refuse but welcomed him. There was a burst of chewing, a burst of breath, and a burst of spring breeze passing through Yumen Pass several times.

The little maid Baozi on duty outside the study tightened her legs again.