Rise From the Humble

It was late at night, but Yan Song's duty house in Xiyuan was still brightly lit. In the study room of the duty house, there was a table. Yan Song and Xu Jie were sitting opposite each other. On the table were four exquisite dishes, one soup, and a pot of warm wine.

"I have knelt before the Buddha for three thousand years, but he has never felt pity for me. The Buddha's eyes are not covered by dust, it is because he has not offered incense or money. If the Buddha is not greedy, why does he want the world to worship him? If the Buddha does not love vanity, why does he want the world to kneel down and worship... "

Yan Song held the question book in one hand and tapped the table with the other hand to match the rhythm, while reading softly. After reading, he smiled and said to Xu Jie opposite: "Huating, you have a good student... I heard that Zihou It only took me a cup of tea to write such a catchy article about destroying the Buddha. I am so quick in writing and thinking that even Yuan Wei would be defeated."

"Mr. Ge is too flattering to him. Look at him behind him, shouting and killing. He has a rustic and vulgar attitude. There is no trace of the demeanor of a scholar..."

Xu Jie stood up and poured a glass of wine for Yan Song, smiled and shook his head. Although he admired Zhu Pingan's article in his heart, he still picked out the shortcomings in Zhu Pingan's article and pointed out them.

"Besides, Yuan Wei is also my student. In my opinion, in terms of talent and quick thinking, Zihou is still far behind Yuan Wei. If Yuan Wei were here today, there would be nothing wrong with Zihou, haha... ...Mr. Ge, the weather is getting cooler at night, so it would be perfect to drink a glass of wine to warm yourself up." After pouring the wine, Xu Jie raised his glass and toasted Yan Song with a glass of wine.

Although Yuan Wei was Xu Jie's student and came from Xu Jie's sect, Yuan Wei was arrogant and had a domineering character. He looked down on Xu Jie and did not take Xu Jie seriously. Instead, he became closer to Yan Song and Yan Shifan, and to everyone in the Yan Party. It's like adding oil to honey.

Up to now, Yuan Wei and Xu Jie only have a nominal relationship.

However, even so, Xu Jie praised Yuan Wei a lot in front of outsiders. As for what he thought in his heart, that was another matter.

"Huating, you are a little too partial to one. In my opinion, Zihou is as good as Maozhong. In my opinion, Zihou's "Kneeling before the Buddha for Three Thousand Years" should be compared to Maozhong's "The First Presentation of Luoshui Xuangui" "Comparable to Rui", and even better by three points in terms of exquisite technique..." Yan Song drank a glass of wine, smoothed his beard, looked at Xu Jie and shook his head, saying this.

For the ministers during the Jiajing Emperor's period, Qingci articles were not only Qingci articles, but also a bridge of communication with Emperor Jiajing. That's why Yan Song, Xu Jie and others were so attentive to Qingci.

When Yan Song watched Zhu Ping'an in "Kneeling before the Buddha for Three Thousand Years" at this time, he was a bit like Cao Cao watching Zhao Zilong on Changbanpo, and he couldn't help but cherish his talents.

The moon and stars are sparse, and the night sky is like a wash.

The two chief ministers of the Ming Dynasty chatted about state and family affairs and drank with each other until late in the night before they went back to rest.

Early the next morning, as it was getting light and the guards at the gate of Taicang Bank who were on duty for the morning shift had just changed their guard, they saw three horses galloping over in the distance.

"morning."

Zhu Pingan dismounted, took off a cloth bag from the horse, and then handed the horse to Liu Mu and Liu Dadao. They watched outside, walked to the gate alone, and greeted the guard on duty familiarly.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhu." The guard recognized Zhu Pingan for a long time. After saluting, he opened the door and let Zhu Pingan in.

"Thank you." Zhu Pingan cupped his hands and walked in.

I don't know why, but when the guards looked at Zhu Pingan walking into the Taicang Bank, they always felt that Zhu Pingan was a little different from usual today, but they couldn't tell what was different specifically.

If I have to say something, it might be the feeling.

Usually, when I look at Zhu Pingan's back, I seem to see a harmless cat walking leisurely into the courtyard, but today, when I look at Zhu Pingan's back, it seems like I see a tiger descending from the mountain.

Maybe it was because he didn't sleep last night. The guard rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, there was nothing strange.

Zhu Ping'an came earlier than usual today, and everyone at Taicang Bank has not yet come to work.

After entering Taicang, Zhu Ping'an was familiar with the road, took the cloth bag and turned left and right, then arrived at the room where he checked yesterday, took out the key and opened the door.

The room looked exactly the same as when he left yesterday, but Zhu Pingan knew that someone had moved it.

Zhu Ping'an had guarded a few hairs in several boxes, account books and other hidden places, but now they were all gone. Apparently, after I left yesterday afternoon, someone entered the room and looked through the desk, boxes, and account books in the room.

Zhu Pingan was not surprised by this.

I believe they can't see anything. When I left yesterday, I took away all the double-entry accounting forms for the audit. The things I left behind were originally for them to see.

Zhu Ping'an tidied the desk, took out a stack of blank double-entry accounting forms from his arms, and placed them on the desk.

Then, according to his memory, he took out the account books and books he had sorted yesterday out of the box and put them aside neatly. Then he took out fifty unorganized double-entry accounting sheets and placed them on the desk.

Roll up your sleeves and get to work.

Zhu Pingan studied the ink, and then immersed himself in sorting out the account books. He spent a whole day yesterday sorting them out, and today he sorted them out very smoothly, one page at a time. By the time everyone in Taicang gradually started to go to work, Zhu Pingan had already sorted out three books. Account book.

"It's time to come."

When Zhu Pingan took out the fourth account book, he said to himself.

almost

As soon as Zhu Pingan finished speaking and opened the fourth account book, there was a burst of footsteps outside the door.

"Master Zhu, the Miscellaneous Family is here to assist you in checking the accounts." A soft and bloody voice sounded from outside.

Zhu Ping'an looked up and saw ten people standing neatly outside. The leader was a eunuch with a feminine face. He looked a bit like Yu Huatian played by Chen Kun in "Flying Swords of Dragon Gate". He was wearing a black wingless gauze hat. Wearing a white official uniform and a black cloak, a long sword with a scarlet scabbard hangs on the left side of his waist, and a waist badge on the right side with the word "Dongchang" engraved on it.

Although this eunuch is feminine, he smells of blood, and he looks like a master who often sees blood.

Behind the eunuch were nine uniformly dressed Dongchang fans, all with waist knives on their waists, standing expressionless.

"I don't know what to call you, sir. I'm going to cause you a lot of trouble in the past few days." Zhu Pingan stood up with a smile on his face and cupped his hands.

"Zhang Guyi, one of the hundred households in the East Factory of the Zajia, the factory director Huang Gong has already given instructions when he came, that all matters in the Zajia should be obeyed by Mr. Zhu." Zhang Guyi, one of the hundred households of the Dongchang, smiled softly.

"How dare you, how dare you, this time Taicang audits the account books, we have to rely a lot on Zhang Baihu and all of you for help." Zhu Pingan said to Zhang Baihu and Dongchang Fanzi outside the door.

"Master Zhu, you're welcome. I'll be on duty outside. You can just check the accounts. If anything happens, Master Zhu, just give me your instructions." Zhang Baihu smiled softly, and then ordered his subordinates to stand guard outside the room and in the yard. On duty.