The day is fading, and the sunset is unwillingly ending.
Riding out of the Taicang Silver Vault, Zhu Ping'an looked back at the Taicang Silver Vault and showed his white teeth to the setting sun.
The decadent Taicang, like the setting sun, it is time to come to an end.
Thinking about how Doctor Zhao and the others had just reminded him not to forget to come back tomorrow, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but think of the modern Fan Wei's classic "Thank you", so much so that the corners of his mouth were curled up and couldn't fall down.
Zhu Ping'an knew that Doctor Zhao and others had told him to come to Taicang again tomorrow in order to complete the audit process. According to previous audit practices, to audit the Taicang silver vault, one must at least look at the silver vault, look through the account books, check the cash flow, and pretend to give some suggestions. Only in this way can the audit work be considered complete.
Today they only took a look outside the treasury, which can be considered as a look at the treasury, but the account books and transaction records have not been checked yet. Even if it is just a pretense, they have to go through these procedures, so that the audit work can be successfully completed and they can put their minds at ease.
Therefore, Doctor Zhao and others would ask Zhu Ping'an to come to Taicang again tomorrow, even if it was just for show, to at least go through the procedures.
hehe.
However, in a day or two, Taicang will no longer welcome me.
Zhu Ping'an retracted his gaze, curled the corners of his mouth, turned around, pulled the reins, tightened his legs around the horse's belly, and with a "gig", he rode eastward and returned to Linhuai Marquis Mansion.
The setting sun dyed half the sky red, and the hot weather finally cooled down a bit.
Perhaps knowing that it was time to go home, the Shamatte black horse returned as fast as a BMW horse, as if it had wings on its ribs, and it galloped briskly all the way, and arrived at the Linhuai Marquis Mansion when the setting sun took away its last rays of light.
"Son-in-law, you don't know how many people gave gifts today. They blocked the road in front of the gate. Miss didn't accept any of them... There was also a person who was the worst. He buried the gold in a flowerpot, but Miss still guessed it. Humph, Miss said these people have bad intentions..."
Balabala...
When the chubby little maid saw Zhu Ping'an, she acted like a parrot and told him everything that had happened during the day.
A good wife.
This was Zhu Ping'an's evaluation of Li Shu after he learned about this. He might not be able to do better than Li Shu, but with a girl like Li Shu who was as smart as a witch, he could rest assured about the backyard.
The dinner was very sumptuous. Little Loli Niuniu and the naughty kid Ruige'er came to eat again. The two little ones came at mealtime. In addition to their own small bowls, the naughty kids also came with a small jar in their hands. There was a little turtle in the jar. This was the naughty kids' new toy, and they treasured it like a treasure.
Zhu Ping'an joked about adding a meal and asking someone to stew the little turtle into soup. This made the naughty child so angry that he glared at Zhu Ping'an for a long time and couldn't let go of the little jar.
After dinner, Li Shu asked the maid to send the two children to the old lady. While they were having dinner, the old lady sent someone to look for them once.
After dinner, Zhu Ping'an went into the study, found some rice paper, and began to write and draw with full concentration.
Tomorrow I will be checking the account books and transactions of the Taicang Silver Vault, so I must be adequately prepared.
Actually, Zhu Ping'an was not unfamiliar with checking accounts. After he passed the imperial examination, he helped check the accounts of Li Shu's family once, so he had some experience.
The account books in ancient times were all like those of Mr. Li, no, the account books of my father-in-law’s family, which were all running accounts. In layman’s terms, it was the single-entry bookkeeping method. This was the limitation of the times, and the bookkeeping method had not yet developed to the level of the modern double-entry bookkeeping method.
To put it bluntly, no matter how skilled and careful the people of this era are in their accounting methods, or how perfect their journals are, Zhu Ping'an can tell whether the account books of this era are false or problematic in just a few minutes, because Zhu Ping'an has historical experience that is hundreds of years ahead of this era, and this historical experience is beyond the reach of people of this era.
So, when checking the accounts at his father-in-law's house, those accountants spent several days without finding any problems, but Zhu Ping'an identified the problem in just a few minutes.
Now, Zhu Ping'an is writing and drawing in his study, using the double-entry bookkeeping form that he used when he checked the accounts at Li Shu's house.
It is strange to say that in modern times, Zhu Ping'an could only draw this kind of table with the help of a ruler. Now in the Ming Dynasty, after practicing calligraphy for so many years, he can draw such straight lines with just a brush without a ruler.
Horizontal and vertical.
He was still a little unskilled in drawing the first form, but by the time he got to the second form, Zhu Ping'an's drawing could be described as flowing smoothly.
After drawing twenty sheets of double-entry accounting sheets, Zhu Ping'an stopped working because he felt he was not satisfied.
As the national treasury of the Ming Dynasty, the Taicang Silver Vault must have a lot of income and expenditure records, which are so numerous that Zhu Ping'an is worried that they will not be enough if he does not draw so many accounting sheets.
My hands are a little sore.
Mouth is a bit dry too.
Zhu Ping'an stretched out his hand to pour himself a cup of tea, but just as he stretched out his hand, he touched a soft hand.
A jade hand appeared in his sight, and slender fingers held a cup of hot tea and handed it to him.
Delicate hands and soft fingers.
That's what I'm talking about.
Zhu Ping'an followed the jade hand upwards, and when he looked up, he saw Li Shu standing opposite him with a smile.
Li Shu was wrapped in a loose bathrobe, revealing smooth, fair skin with a hint of rosy whiteness. The bathrobe outlined her round curves. She was wiping her hair with a towel in her other hand. She had just taken a bath, and could smell the scent of damp rose petals and a faint milky aroma. Zhu Pingan knew that Li Shu liked to use rose petals and goat milk to mix orchid soup when bathing.
The lotus emerges from clear water, naturally without any embellishment.
No matter how many beautiful words there are, they cannot describe the stunning surprise that Li Shu brought to Zhu Ping'an at this moment.
Li Shu was born charming and beautiful, like a demon girl, with a natural charm. After taking a bath, her charm increased greatly. She looked at Zhu Ping'an with her big watery eyes, and a slight blink could seduce people. When they looked at each other, Zhu Ping'an felt like there was a fire burning in his heart, and it was difficult to control himself... ...
"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you recognize me?" Li Shu said coquettishly.
"How could that be?" Zhu Ping'an lowered his head and drank water, trying to cover it up.
The next second, Zhu Pingan, who was drinking water, paused for a moment, and suddenly looked up at Li Shu, as if he had just realized something, "You took a shower?"
"Are you blind?" Li Shu rolled her eyes cutely.
"Ahem, that means your period has ended..." Zhu Ping'an coughed. He still knew some basic physiological knowledge.
"Why are you, a grown man, paying attention to these filth? If you don't leave now, I'm worried that I'll bleed to death." Li Shu's pretty face suddenly turned red with shame. She glared at Zhu Pingan and blamed him.
"Hehe, do you need me to replenish your blood?" Zhu Ping'an looked at Li Shu with burning eyes.
Li Shu was stunned, "How do I make up for it?"
"Have you heard the saying that one drop of semen is equal to ten drops of blood?" Zhu Ping'an's eyes were even more burning.
"You! Wuwu..."
Before Li Shu finished her words, she was eaten by someone. One side was enjoying the taste, the other side was reluctant to accept it. There was a rustling sound, a gasp, and a spring breeze blowing through Yumen Pass several times... ...
The chubby little maid on duty outside the study room clenched her legs again...