In the afternoon, the warm sunlight shines through the patio in front of the hall. Although it is already late in winter, although the windows are open, there is a carbon stove in the corner, and there is no chill in the hall.

Around a specially made Eight Immortals table, there were several coffee tables, with various pastries and a few cups of tea left over. On the carbon stove next to it, the lid of the small copper pot was jingled by the steam.

Qian Yuan leaned lazily on the chair, fiddling with both hands, and holding a persimmon cake in his mouth. "It's the persimmon cake from Lao Ning's family that tastes good, and it's worthy of being a century-old brand."

"Zhancai, you are just a clever man." Lu Yipeng muttered while touching the cards, "The dried fruits and mountain products in Yuyao Ning's shop are all famous in Songjiang."

One of the other two people on the poker table was Peng Feng and the other was Yang Wen. The former was dragged to the poker table by Qian Yuan, and the latter came to report the latest warship transfer to Taizhou, but was also pulled up.

Peng Feng has always been taciturn, and although Yang Wen is steady, he talks and laughs with Qian Yuan on weekdays and can't help but smile: "The Ningjia Shop has brought it to you just to order sweet potato vines and potatoes."

"What do you want to do?"

"Hi, the businessman is pursuing profit." Qian Yuan swallowed the persimmon cake and stammered: "Did you forget the dried sweet potatoes I ate yesterday as a snack?"

"I have vision."

Only Qian Yuan, Lu Yipeng and Yang Wen could be heard on the table, and Peng Feng occasionally spoke, "Three tips."

"Eat one, three, four or five."

"bump!"

"I have all my cards out, would you please touch me?" Qian Yuan was a little annoyed, "Brother Zizhi, is it okay to tell some rules!"

Lu Yipeng, who was facing the door, smiled dryly without saying a word.

Qian Yuan snatched three pieces and complained without giving up: "You were in Suiyuan back then... That is, Wenhe was too busy, otherwise he would let him take care of you!"

Huang Maoguan at the door vaguely remembered that when he was transferred back to Beijing to serve as the Minister of Revenue at the beginning of this year, the Censorate and the Censorate had written letters to impeach the Censor Qian Yuan to use cards to chastise the government.

Well, Qian Yuan was a little unfair. He didn't go to find the murderer after killing someone, but grabbed the blacksmith who made knives and asked for a crime. What is the reason?

Imperial College, Guanglu Temple, Dali Temple and even some departments of the Ministry of Rites gathered to play mahjong during work... Could it be Qian Yuan's fault?

"Shaosi Nong." Lu Yipeng saw Huang Maoguan walking to the door, quickly got up and saluted, and said with a wry smile: "I am forced today, so I can enjoy the love of accompanying Zhan."

The words were quite tactful, the first thing was to lose the pot... Qian Yuan turned his head with a smile, and the smile on his face froze. It was not just Huang Maoguan, Chen Younian and Sun Ying who looked at him expressionlessly. Beside them, Tang Shunzhi's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot.

During these days, Huang Maoguan and Chen Younian, as officials of the Ministry of Revenue, took the clerk and clerk to make accounts personally, and carefully investigated the entire business process, and were so busy that they could not pay.

Before going south, Sun Ying claimed to have competed with Qian Yuan for mahjong, but after taking office, he was so busy that he smashed his heels on the back of his head. Not to mention mahjong, he would eat three and two.

As for Tang Shunzhi, well, since Ligang recruited Wang Zhi last year, he has been maintaining high-intensity work and has basically no time to breathe.

Who was so angry when he saw this scene?

It is December now, and this is the busiest time of the year in Zhenhai. In addition to daily business matters, we also have to make accounts and pay the Ministry of Revenue to prepare for the upcoming Ninghai business, and train personnel. Zhao Dahe, the magistrate of Ninghai who has been in office for more than ten days, has been buried in the Zhenhai County government all day long.

Everyone is as busy as a dog, but you are comfortable, baking the stove, drinking hot tea, eating snacks, and then smoking numbness!

Faced with the condemnation of everyone's eyes, Lu Yipeng's face showed a look of regret and quietly hid in the corner.

Qian Yuan was a little thick-skinned and laughed: "Today, the gathering of talents, the humble house is really full of glory..."

Chen Younian was speechless. This guy was caught and was not ashamed at all, and he didn't even blush?

Sorry, I was sent to a publicity department in my previous life. I was moistened on the computer while I was at work. I was often caught by my leaders, just routine operations.

Qian Yuan smiled and welcomed everyone in and asked his servants to bring hot tea. "Brother Wenhe, the county government office will draw people to Ninghai, is there any problem?"

"There are insufficient staff." Sun Ying said dryly: "It was only when I heard that Zhan Cai took the initiative in person in the early days of business, and taught at night that he quickly taught a group of staff."

"Qian is just a charge. If it really doesn't work, you can draw personnel from the government office." Qian Yuan looked at Tang Shunzhi, "Mr. Jingchuan, is there no problem?"

When trading started last year, Qian Yuan went to inspect the households of the government office and county offices. Seeing that the accounts were really unsatisfied, he gritted his teeth and taught in person.

I was busy like a dog during the day, and I had to attend classes at night... Facing a group of students with almost rigid thinking, Qian Yuan really didn't want to spend a second time like this.

Tang Shunzhi was too lazy to deal with Qian Yuan, so he turned to look at Peng Feng, "Get paper and pen."

Qian Yuan was stunned for a moment and thought for a while to look at Huang Maoguan, "Mr. Lin Yuan, is the account going smoothly?"

"It's quite smooth. This accounting method is different from the use of the Ministry of Revenue. However, on the way south, Wenhe and Dengzhi said it carefully on the ship." Huang Maoguan couldn't see anything abnormal in his expression. "This year, all the accounting books have been checked, and the records have been clear and there are no mistakes."

Qian Yuan started from scratch in his previous life. At the beginning, he even had his own accounting and cashiers. He was still half an expert in this aspect, and the accounting work in this era is far less complicated than that in later generations. Many people in the Qian family guards, Suiyuan, and Ningbo Prefecture, and Zhenhai County were taught by Qian Yuan. Well, now they have been passed on to the Ministry of Revenue.

Huang Maoguan continued: "Over these days, I followed Jingchuan Gong and Wenhe, regardless of the others, the account book will be stored in five copies in the future, and will be submitted to the governor of Zhejiang, the Ministry of Revenue in Beijing, and the Censor of the Inspection and Censor will deposit it again. It will be checked every three months and the account will be held at the end of December every year."

"Inspector Censor?" Sun Ying looked at Qian Yuan in surprise, "Zhejiang Inspector Censor?"

"No." Huang Maoguan shook his head and said, "After returning to Beijing, Huang wanted to write a letter to ask the inspector and the Ningbo Zhenhai to set up a special inspection tour guide, specifically for business affairs."

Lu Yipeng glanced at Qian Yuan, which coincided with his ideas.

"I left Beijing in October, and it's now December." Huang Maoguan rubbed his eyebrows, "When Ninghai trade is over, he will set off and return to Beijing immediately."

Sun Ying's face looked like a bitter gourd, "Zhao Daoyuan has been recruiting people in the county government these days, and there are really not so many people!"

"Have you been paying attention long ago?" Qian Yuan said disdainfully: "The minor officials in the county government office are all familiar with each other, and they teach daily classes soon..."

"You are so busy every day, how can you have free time?" Sun Ying said angrily: "You have free time, but you hide here to play numb!"

"What does it mean to hide here?... This is Qian's mansion, how can it be called hiding?" Qian Yuan argued stubbornly: "It's just a half-day of free life. I've solved a big problem in the past few days. I feel comfortable. I see that Brother Zizhi is bored, so..."

"No?" Chen Younian interrupted: "Zizhi just said that you dragged it to the card table."

Lu Yipeng tried hard to shrink into the corner.

"Besides, I feel comfortable, so I need to do numbness?"

Tang Shunzhi, who was writing, turned around and looked at him, "In June last year, Mr. Fushan and others came to Linhai County. Zhancai was staying silent and depressed. He only played numb all day and did not care about foreign affairs."

Huang Maoguan couldn't help laughing, "I'm in a good mood and I'm in a bad mood and I'm in a bad mood..."

Qian Yuan was speechless. That time it was just an excuse. Wang Yin, He Xinyin, and Shen Mingchen came to the door one after another. At that time, he and Hu Zongxian were secretly shading their swords and shadows.

This time I was in a good mood. My father Qian Rui was swearing and he stopped worrying. How could he be in a bad mood?

Qian Yuan turned around and glared at Lu Yipeng, you bad friend... Didn't you say you were bored after lunch and said you were bored and said you were so stupid?

At this time, Tang Shunzhi had already put down his pen and handed the paper that had not dried ink to Huang Maoguan, "This time I will return to Beijing, submit it to the Ministry of Personnel."
Chapter completed!