Although he thought so, Xiao Rang, the master scholar, still felt guilty. After Xiao Tianqing went in to report, he waited like a year, wandering back and forth anxiously.
"Mr. Xiao, I'm waiting for you in the lobby."
I don't know how long it took, but Xiao Tianqing's shout from behind made Xiao Rang wake up from his inexplicable thoughts.
"Lead the way!" Xiao Rang flicked his sleeves and opened his clenched hand, only to realize that he had already clenched it with sweat.
What are you nervous about?
Xiao Rang was also very confused, but he just checked the accounts, made two or three additions secretly, and presented them to Song Jiang when the time came.
As for what Song Jiang will do with this account, that is Song Jiang's business and has nothing to do with him.
Wanting to be here, Xiao Rang breathed a sigh of relief and let the breeze dry the sweat on his palms.
"I wasn't so nervous last time when I forged Cai Jing's letter. Could it be because I wanted to do something bad this time?"
Xiao Rang took a deep breath and calmed down, then he felt that the yard was as noisy as a vegetable market.
As Xiao Tianqing entered the courtyard, Xiao Rang realized that the courtyard was full of people, especially the tents were filled with leaders who usually didn't move much.
The door of the tent was raised high, and there was a lively discussion inside. The appearance of Xiao Rang caused the discussion to stop for a while.
The leader who was discussing raised his head, turned his face, and glanced at Xiao Rang.
This made the master scholar Xiao Rang's heart beat wildly again, and you could almost see the look of "I know what you are going to do" on everyone's face.
Xiao Rang's steps faltered, and his mouth suddenly became dry.
"Why are there so many people!"
Fortunately, the leaders only glanced at it and turned around to continue the discussion.
"Why don't you leave, sir?"
Xiao Tianqing looked at Xiao Rang who was breathing heavily with some strange eyes.
"I'm a little tired after walking too much, but I'm feeling better now."
Xiao Rang's answer was strange enough. Didn't he rest for a while at the door of the courtyard just now?
After finally reaching the entrance of the hall, Ximen Qing greeted him with a smile and asked Xiao Tianqing to serve him fragrant tea.
Looking at the middle-aged scribe in his thirties or forties, Ximen Qing felt that he looked familiar. He seemed to have seen him in the Juyi Hall a few days ago, but he couldn't remember his name: "Who is this gentleman?"
"Chief Ximen, this is Xiao Rang." Xiao Rang sat on the chair and finally breathed more steadily: "This time I was entrusted by King Chao Tian to check the accounts."
The master scholar Xiao Rang!
Ximen Qing suddenly made the right decision in his mind, and Jiang Jing was poached by him in advance. Unexpectedly, Liangshan asked Xiao Rang, a master scholar, to be the accountant.
In my memory, this guy is good at handwriting and can imitate many fonts. I haven't heard that he has any skills in arithmetic.
"Ah, it turns out to be Mr. Xiao. Look at my memory. Didn't we just drink together a few days ago?"
When Ximen Qing arrived, he showed some enthusiasm, which made Xiao Rang, who had evil intentions, feel ashamed and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his temples.
This move made Ximen Qing a little strange: "It's... not that hot today? Could it be that Mr. Xiao came here by jogging?"
I'm already sweating a little bit. It's a joke to Chief Ximen."
You old problem, you big-headed ghost! I think you have something evil in your heart!
Seeing Xiao Rang's embarrassed look, Ximen Qing had to wonder what on earth this guy was doing?
Thinking of this, Ximen Qing smiled and said: "Don't be careless about the old problem. Mr. Xiao came just in time. You might as well ask Dr. An to take your pulse and prescribe two doses of medicine."
"That's too troublesome. I've been used to it for decades, so it's fine." Xiao Rang quickly declined: "Chief Ximen, I'd better take out the accounts. I'll make a good deal after reading them."
Xiao Rang felt like something would go wrong if he stayed here for a moment longer.
"Why are you so anxious about a trivial matter like accounts?" Ximen Qing said with a smile: "Shen Shen Doctor An lives in the courtyard. If you don't see it, it will be in vain. King Chao Tianwang has seen it. Mr. Xiao might as well give it a try. Maybe he can
Solve the old problems in one fell swoop.”
After speaking, Ximen Qing told Xiao Tianqing to invite An Daoquan to come.
Xiao Rang wanted to refuse, but Ximen Qing had already spoken out, so he couldn't do anything about it, so he had to pick up the tea cup and take a sip to calm down.
Before it was time to have a cup of tea, An Daoquan appeared at the door of the hall. Please take a look at the problem of night sweats."
Xiao Rang also stood up and said politely: "How is the miracle doctor? Thank you for your help, the miracle doctor." Seasonal night sweats are not a rare disease. Most patients have Ji Yang Qi, and night sweats are normal.
Even Ximen Qing, who has never studied traditional Chinese medicine, understands this principle, let alone An Daoquan.
But as soon as An Daoquan took a pulse, he immediately noticed something was wrong.
Although Xiao Rang's pulse condition was not stable, it was clear that he was not weak.
Although An Daoquan was a miracle doctor, he always treated patients carefully. He was afraid that he might have made a mistake at the first time, so he frowned and looked at it again. Ji's problem with night sweats was just a ghost in his mind.
Ximen Qing immediately winked at An Daoquan, asking him to delay for some time.
An Daoquan has been practicing as a doctor for decades, and he has a clear mind in these disciplines. Ximen Qing glanced over, and An Daoquan immediately guessed the situation.
While nodding slightly to indicate that he understood, An Daoquan coughed, looked embarrassed, touched his beard, closed his eyes, and pretended to feel his pulse carefully.
Xiao Rang saw that An Daoquan had not finished taking his pulse for a long time, but the result did not come out, so he was too embarrassed to take his hand back, and just stayed there in embarrassment.
Ximen Qing secretly raised his thumb and said to Xiao Rang: "I think Mr. Xiao's time is limited. How about I take out the accounts and let Mr. Xiao look over them?"
After Xiao Rang, the master scholar, heard these words, he was like a person who fell into the water and suddenly found a piece of wood and immediately picked it up: "This is the best, so I can go back to work early."
"It should be, it should be." Ximen Qing smiled and asked Xiao Tianqing to get the account and put it in front of Xiao Rang with his own hands.
Seeing that Xiao Rang finally saw the account, he just had to fudge it a few times and take it away. He breathed a sigh of relief and opened it with a smile.
Ximen Qing drank tea with a smile, waiting for Xiao Rang's reaction.
The accounts of this era were all written vertically. Ximen Qing had always been very cautious, and the magic fortune teller Jiang Jing was not around either. Ximen Qing felt itchy, so he simply took out the tables of his era and looked at them like this
Be both clear and concise.
But for people of this era, this form is as incomprehensible as a bible.
Sure enough, when Xiao Rang saw the form, his whole face stretched like a bitter gourd.
"Leader Ximen, what is this?"
"Accounts." Ximen Qing clicked on the ledger and said, "This is the account of the blacksmith shop. How do you think about it? Are there any problems?"
"Oh, okay." Xiao Rang continued to look at it, turning it over and over, but found that he couldn't understand it at all.
Xiao Rang followed his own habit of reading from top to bottom and right to left.
However, Ximen Qing is arranged from left to right. What’s even more deceiving is that Ximen Qing uses Arabic numerals, while the names of various people use pinyin.
As for why Pinyin is used, Ximen Qing can't explain clearly. It may be a problem from his student days. When making tabulations, he likes to use Pinyin instead of Chinese characters. This way, he can search in Pinyin order, which is very convenient.
Xiao Rang's temples were sweating again!
What the hell is this!
This is even more terrifying than the bird seal calligraphy in my hand, it is simply password-level!
Book from heaven, this book from heaven!
Who is Ximen Qing?
After looking at it for a long time, Xiao Rang, a master scholar, suddenly discovered a terrible fact.
That means I can't understand this account, and I can't make any changes.
I had thought well, and if there were no problems, I could add two or three problematic accounts. With the ability of the master scholar Xiao Rang, I firmly believed that there was no font in the world that I could not imitate.
I didn’t expect that I couldn’t even understand the account in the end, and even added nonsense!
What do these zigzag symbols mean?
Xiao Rang was sweating profusely, almost dripping on his account book.
An Daoquan said "Hey" and opened his eyes because Xiao Rang's pulse was in chaos!
Looking at Xiao Rang who was in a mess, An Daoquan coughed: "Mr. Xiao, you are suffering from yin deficiency and it looks quite serious. I'll still prescribe you some medicine."
Ximen Qing smiled and asked Xiao Tianqing to refill Xiao Rang's tea: "Ah, Mr. Xiao is sweating profusely when he sees you looking at the account. Take a sip of tea to calm it down?"
Xiao Rang was really ashamed and said: "Chief Ximen, your account... I really can't understand it."
Ximen Qing chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Doctor An, you can prescribe the medicine."
An Daoquan responded, knowing it well, and went to prescribe some prescriptions to reduce liver fire and open up the spleen and stomach. It doesn't matter if it's adjusted anyway, right?
"I learned this accounting method from a big restaurant merchant." Ximen Qing explained: "Most people can't understand it, but it's nothing more than a few dozen coins. The king of heaven is too troubled."
Xiao Rang was even ready to kneel down at this time, but he didn't expect that not only would he not have the chance to add some problematic accounts, he couldn't even understand the accounts. If he went back and told King Chao Tian, he wouldn't lose his face to his grandma's house.
"Chief Ximen, it's only a few dozen strings anyway, just tell me the number. It's easy for Xiaosheng to go back and do business." Xiao Rang just broke the jar and didn't lose his own people. As for Song Jiang, he didn't care about it.
"Well, just write fifty strings."
Ximen Qing is very easy to talk to.
"Okay, fifty guan is fifty guan." Xiao Rang nodded.
Ximen Qing suddenly remembered something: "It is said that Mr. Xiao is good at handwriting, and Su, Huang, Mi and Cai can write in various fonts. I have a copy of Chuixue Qixiu's book here, and I have promised many chiefs on the mountain to give each one a copy.