The flames in the furnace roared, and the furnace walls made of pig iron were burned red. In order to prevent his clothes from being scorched, Lu Heng moved his chair further back.
There are two shabby books on the table, one is Mencius and the other is Daxue. They were brought by Lu Heng from home. Anyway, I am here to have some time and read some books.
Speaking of which, Lu Heng himself couldn't tell how many years it had been since he had read a book so quietly and enjoyed the true meaning contained in the book.
In his previous life, due to career limitations, almost everything in the end was for strategy and trickery. However, the true meaning contained in the book was forgotten by him.
Now, when he picked up this book that smelled like ink again, what he felt was a kind of complete tranquility.
However, perhaps only in this darkened cabin, with the light of a beating oil lamp, reading the Confucian classics containing thousands of years of wisdom, can we understand the true meaning contained in the Taoist books.
Lu Heng crossed Erlang's legs, eating roasted sweet potatoes in one hand, and holding a writing brush in the other hand to mark punctuation marks on these two Confucian classics.
Putting down his brush and reading it again, Lu Heng nodded with satisfaction. It was freezing outside, and he was alone in a dimly lit hut, warming himself by the fire, eating sweet potatoes, and looking at this antique in his previous life in the weak light.
Threadbound book.
Life in ancient times was so leisurely!
He marked the Analects from beginning to end, and then went back to check one side. After confirming that it was correct, Lu Heng put down his brush. He raised his head and glanced out the window, only to realize that it was getting late.
At this time, the bell for the end of work was heard outside the room. After Lu Heng packed his things, he opened the door and walked out with the two marked books.
With a clanking sound, the doors to each room opened. The gentlemen who had been doing accounts all day walked out of the room, rubbing their sore wrists and shoulders.
Although the work is hard, everyone is happy today. After all, wages are about to be paid, so it is right to be happy.
After these people came out of their rooms, they consciously stood in the yard and formed a line.
Manager Fang, who brought him in for the first time, was sitting in front of a table with bulging small cloth bags. With a friendly smile like Maitreya Buddha on his fat face, Manager Fang put these money bags
It was handed over to every accountant.
Of course, when handing over the money bag, Manager Fang will still say some words of thanks and encouragement. For example, Mr. So-and-so has worked hard. I can’t thank you enough.
Lu Heng stood in the middle of the queue, watching Manager Fang standing there handing out wages. He felt a little funny. It was as if he had returned to his previous life for a moment, when he had just joined a small company and received a salary of more than a thousand yuan a month.
After the previous thin accountant took the money bag, the other manager thanked him and walked out of the yard with a smile on his face while holding the bulging money bag.
Lu Heng took the money bag from Manager Fang and thanked him with a smile. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Manager Fang suddenly stopped him.
"Mr. Lu, please stay!"
"What's the matter?" Lu Heng, who had already reached the door, turned around and looked at Manager Fang.
Looking at Manager Fang's shiny smiling face, I vaguely guessed something. I couldn't help but secretly curse myself for being a bitch.
"Mr. Fang, please stay, my lady wants to meet you!" Mr. Fang said with a smile.
Hearing Manager Fang say these words, the other accountants waiting behind all turned their attention to Lu Jian. Well, they were filled with burning jealousy and anger.
"Well, uh..., okay!" Lu Heng wanted to refuse, but thinking that he needed such a job to support his family, he finally agreed.
You can't let your sister-in-law, who is only one year older than you, support yourself.
After Lu Heng put the money bag in his arms, he found a place to sit down. He watched Manager Fang stuff the money bags into the hands of other accountants one by one.
Then, he calmly endured the jealous looks of the accountants.
By the time the wages were distributed, it was already dusk. The fiery red sunset dyed the entire Jiangning a fiery red.
The chubby Manager Fang looked like a magic stick covered in colorful clouds. He walked up to Lu Heng as if he believed in me and would have eternal life.
He said to Lu Heng in a very kind manner: "Mr. Lu, please come with me!"
After leaving the courtyard, we walked around the winding corridor and headed towards the east courtyard. We passed some ponds and gardens on the way, but because it was winter and the flowers were withered, everything seemed a little lonely.
On the way, I met some maids and servants, all of whom were thirteen or fourteen years old. When they saw Manager Fang, they all saluted the fat man. Manager Fang also waved his hands cheerfully, looking very generous.
The two walked side by side, and Manager Fang was also observing Lu Heng along the way.
The Prince's Mansion is considered a powerful and influential party in Jiangning City. Guests who usually come and go are more or less trembling when entering the Mansion to show their respect for Mr. Wang.
However, the Lu Heng in front of him had the same expression all the way. He had a smile on his face, as if he were a passerby, admiring the architecture and atmosphere of the garden. He did not show any surprise or shock at all.
Manager Fang looked at Lu Heng as he walked and asked, "I wonder which great scholar Mr. Lu studied under?"
Such a temperament and mentality are not something that an ordinary person can have. It must be someone who has experienced big scenes, and maybe someone can be as calm and calm as Lu Heng.
Lu Heng smiled, shook his head and said, "No, I studied with my father for some time. I never became a disciple!"
These days, Lu Heng has also obtained some information from the memory of the previous owner of the body, so now he is able to deal with it easily.
"Oh, that's it. Mr. Lu, have you worked as an accountant elsewhere before?" Manager Fang asked with a smile, but his heart was very tight.
Lu Heng shook his head and said, "I've never done that before!"
Manager Fang was stunned for a moment. He thought Lu Heng was perfunctory with him. His tone became a little unhappy and he asked stiffly: "Mr. Lu, where does this ability to settle accounts come from?"
Lu Heng smiled, put his hands into his sleeves, and said lightly: "Look at the ledger, I figured it out myself!"
Manager Fang: "..."
Seeing that Manager Fang stopped walking, looking at him with wide eyes. Lu Heng smiled, took out his hands and rubbed them, he sighed and said: "There is a room of gold in the book. These accounting techniques and
I also learned how to keep accounts from books!"
"Is there a golden house in the book?" Mr. Fang savored this sentence carefully, and then nodded: "Although the young master's words are a bit snobbish, they are also vivid! Did the young master summarize it himself?"
Well, Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he realized that the world has entered a fork in history. The normal historical knowledge in his memory is basically incompatible with this world.
Seeing the admiring expression on Manager Fang's face, Lu Heng shuddered unnaturally: "Uh, well, I said that. Is there any problem?!"
Manager Fang shook his head and said with a smile: "Young Master speaks so eloquently to others, Fang admires him. Fang was just thinking that if this sentence was written into the classroom, many students would probably go to the Golden Room to study hard."
Yes, then I, the Zhou Dynasty, will definitely have more knowledgeable people, haha! By then, the young master will also be full of talents, haha!"
Lu Heng shook his head dumbfounded and followed Manager Fang into the Dongkua Courtyard that was right in front of him.