Crackle... The raindrops strung along the flying eaves and hit the stone steps outside the house. Inside the house, two accountants buried their heads in the account books. It made me let out a long sigh with satisfaction, which gave birth to a little poetic.
Suddenly I remembered that a certain person named Bai Moumou from a certain dynasty seemed to have written a poem. I don't really remember the whole poem, but I only remembered these two lines - the big bead is noisy like a torrential rain, and the small bead is like a whisper. Noisily cut the wrong bullets, big beads and small beads on the abacus. Appropriately, I think that Bai Moumou was either a business owner or a cashier at the beginning. If he had not experienced it personally, how could he have written such a vivid sentence
"The big boss, after returning to the business last month, excluding the procurement fee of 262 taels, the monthly commission fee of 100 taels, and the 50 taels of piecemeal management, the total surplus is 514 taels." Mr. Accountant A is worthy of being an old gentleman. , the calculation is fast, and after a while, the calculation is over, and the abacus in his hand flicks the beads and reports to me.
I nodded at him, took a pen and carefully wrote down my new fortune, but, how exactly did the word "four" come to be written? Five hundred and fourteen? Five hundred and ten? Or five hundred and ten dead
I nibbled on the pen and hesitated for a while, scribbling and scribbling, and it seemed that none of them were quite right. He looped up around my back, and in an instant the hand was covered by the other hand.
There was a warm and tidal breath in the heart above his head, "That's how 'si' is written." The man held my hand and wrote a lot of characters horizontally and vertically on the paper.
"Presumptuous!" My face sank, I let go of his hand, and a zihao volleyed into the air to draw an arc of ink and landed on the ground with a 'click'. Turning around, I saw a person who was torreya wood-colored silver-patterned brocade robe was thrown three or two ink spots, an oil-paper umbrella on the ground was still dripping with residual rain, and the robe was wet, and the ink spots were dizzy. When it opened, he fainted into a few jasmine-sized ink flowers, a bit embarrassed.
I turned my head and shouted outside the door: "Zhang San, why did you put this so-and-so in again? Quickly drive it out!"
The man didn't take it seriously, he found himself a rose-loop chair very comfortably, and sat in it gracefully.
I became more and more anxious, and called out again with a high voice: "Zhang San!"
At this time, the little servant outside the door finally moved in with a bitter face, "Miss, did you call me?"
When I saw that man sitting on the stool with a natural look on his face, I was furious and said to the servant, "Of course I'm calling you."
"But... but..." The little servant looked at my face and said aggrieved: "Not to mention that the little one is not called Zhang San, but Zhang San, there are five people in the house who are the doorkeeper, sweeping, cooking, and laundry. She was called Zhang San by the young lady, and the other three were called Li Si by the young lady. I really don’t know which Zhang San the young lady is calling.”
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It's just that my memory is not very reliable now, I have chest tightness and headaches from time to time, everything else is fine, but sometimes I can't remember how to write a word or two. Zhang Guan and Li Dai, as soon as he was in a hurry, he couldn't remember what people's names were, so he silently replaced them with "Zhang San Li Si" or "A, B, C, and Ding".
Thinking of this, I slowed down, "Then what's your name?"
"Miss, just call me Xiaotong."
"Well, Xiaotong, hurry up and take this so-and-so..." I pointed to the person on the rose-loop chair who was looking at me like a lawsuit.
"Song Xiyuan." The man's eyes dimmed and he reported to his family.
"Oh, yes, quickly throw this Song Xiyuan to me and throw it out the door!" I commanded neatly. That so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so--so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so--so-so-so-so-so-so--so--so--is-just--is----is staring right at me.
The two accountants in the room remained motionless. They continued to settle accounts with a look they were accustomed to, and Xiaotong walked over to that person and bowed to him politely, "Why don't you come back another day, Third Young Master?"
"Don't come another day..." I said anxiously for a while, and my chest began to twitch and hurt again. I hurriedly stretched out my hand to cover my heart, took a deep breath, and fell down on the stool.
"What?!" That who, oh, Song Xiyuan, rushed up and squatted in front of me, reaching out to hug me, "But my heart hurts again?"
I pushed his hand away and gasped, "If you don't worry about it, if you stay away from me, you will be doing good deeds."
"Okay, okay, I'll leave right away." The man was accommodating and obliging, but the movements of his hands were completely opposite. He picked me up and walked to the wing by himself, laying me flat on the soft couch. superior.
"You..." Before I could open my mouth, I watched this person skillfully put his palm on my heart and slowly rubbing and pushing, a mass of warm infuriating qi burst out immediately, and the pain in my chest eased a lot in three moments. The anger that was held in his chest was gradually burning.
"Sheng'er, I watched the stars last night, made a fortune, and predicted that today, apart from the words 'go away, get out, stay away from me', you will definitely say something else to me."
Anger arises from the heart, and evil grows to the gall. With all my strength, I pushed his hand away from my heart and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed like a ruffian who was not afraid of boiling water. I wish I could chop off his hooves and bite him to death.
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He ignored my eyebrows, and skillfully pulled out a box of peppermint ointment from his sleeve. He quickly smeared the peppermint under my nose, and the right amount of coolness penetrated into the nose and soothed the whole body.
That's all, based on my experience, Song Xiyuan can't go away if he talks about sex. It's like the more a leech is pulled, the stronger it sticks. The best way is to ignore it and ignore it. He said enough was enough, and he would naturally go when he was full. Besides, I am now able to survive in Luoyang City, which is half of his breath...
So, I turned my back on the couch and turned my back to him, closing my eyes and resting, only to be in meditation.
I didn't want to, but I didn't hear him continue to croak, I was wondering, and soon, I felt a fluffy warm thing snuggled up on my back, and the snoring sound was close at hand.
I turned around abruptly, but saw a snow-white cat staring at me timidly with its tail crossed and its pale blue eyes blinking. With a move in my heart, I reached out and hugged the cat face that it had caught.
Sure enough, the round, chubby face was comically aggrieved with two rows of short and even beards that were disproportionately long.
"This is..." I looked at Song Xiyuan with joy, and my voice trembled uncontrollably.
"Exactly." Song Xiyuan cut me off, opened the folding fan and covered his mouth with a "sharp", smiling triumphantly, his face full of sly and flawed, "Sheng'er likes it? This cat is the favorite of the Prince Regent's beloved son. Fan I risked my life and made a lot of money, sneaked into the regent's palace and used the flounder shipped from Siam to lure it out.
But seeing the cat sniffing me, it seemed to be sure of something, and immediately let go of the vigilance in his eyes, rubbed his head in my arms familiarly, flicked his tail rustlingly, raised his head and called me "meow" .
I embraced it, buried my head in its warm and slender hair, and took a deep breath, vaguely as if I could still smell the sweet and sweet scent of milk on its little master, pure and beautiful as if from a lifetime. There was a sour blur in the eye sockets, and water beads dripped out.
"Sheng'er, hey, Sheng'er, please don't cry." Song Xiyuan threw away the folding fan and rushed up to wipe my tears, "If you think this cat is bad, I'll steal a big one for you next time. Okay? Next time we won't steal cats, let's steal people, how about stealing people?"
"Bah!" I wiped my tears and glared at him, "You're the one stealing people!"
After I finished speaking, I remembered that I had made a fuss for him before the account for the previous month had been recorded and checked, so I hugged the cat and went back to the account room, leaving him behind him to say: "Yes, yes, I stole and I stole. people."
The accountants, Mr. A and Mr. B, have already settled their respective accounts and handed over two stacks of account books to me. I thanked the two of them, and I took the abacus myself and checked it one by one.
I’m slow at counting now. I have to think about the abacus for a while before I can barely make mistakes. I often count ten times, but the results are not the same. Fortunately, although I am a lot stupider than before, my patience has grown. More than doubling, if ten times can't be done, it is counted as fifteen times, and in the end, it can always be counted accurately.
After I checked the account, the rain had stopped outside the window, and there were thousands of lights in the distance. I don’t know when the lamp was already in the house, and that so-and-so was holding the scissors and leaning on the table to cut the candles. .
The white cat was very obedient, still squatting on the table, just wanted to be thirsty, and was lying beside the inkstone and lowered his head to lick the ink to quench his thirst. I was afraid that it would eat a bad stomach, so I hurried to hug it, but before I touched it, I saw the cat As soon as he turned his face, half of it was dyed black with ink, showing a funny yin and yang face.
But when he heard a meow, he turned his head and jumped down from the desk, jumping into the arms of the so-and-so, rubbing against his chest like a coquettish begging for food, rubbing his light-colored clothes like a landscape of ink splashed horizontally and vertically, very funny. . That whoever looked at the cat with a bewildered expression, not knowing whether to push it or catch it, and then froze in embarrassment.
I blurted out and laughed.
When I came back to my senses, I saw that so-and-so staring at me with a dazed expression. I consciously lost my temper and lowered my face, "Zhang San, Zhang San! Quickly drive these people out!"
The janitor outside the door has not yet come in, so whoever has already held the cat and stood in front of me, I hurriedly called out Zhang San twice, but I heard him whisper: "Don't bark, Shenger. That's it. You said a total of 33 words to me today, which is 25 more words than the sentence you gave me when I went out for business last time, 'the farther you go, the better.' , I'm quite satisfied."
But when I saw him walking to the door, I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when I heard him turn around and say, "Take care of your health, I'll be back in two days!"
When my face turned black, I somehow remembered watching the drama of "Journey to the West" when I was a child. It seems that there was a Bajie that was escorted by Sun Dasheng and left Gao Lao Zhuang to go to the West to study scriptures, and turned back and yelled at the Gao family's young lady, Yulan. A voice: "Ma'am, my old pig will come back!"
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