Duhe returned with three servants.

"I've met Mr. Lang!"

Du He looked happy, "The slave ate well in Mars Bay and slept well, but he was worried that there was no one to serve the husband. After getting the news of coming back to serve the husband, the slave was so happy that he wished he could fly over..."

He kept saying these words, his eyebrows were sometimes horoscopes, sometimes high and low...

In addition to Du He, a chef came.

"I've met Mr. Lang."

The chef is called Cao Er, who has a strong figure, but he looks like a chef.

Jia Ping'an said: "Let me go back and let my cousin teach you cooking."

Cao Er knelt down happily and said, "Thank you, my husband!"

The person who does the miscellaneous work is called Song Buchu, and he looks burly and powerful.

Jia Ping'an's mouth twitched, "Is your name...are there any reason?"

Song Bucha said in a muffled voice: "When I was born in a bad slave, I had three brothers at home, and the family wanted to give the bad slaves away. Who knew that no one wanted them... It was called Song Bucha."

Weird!

There was also a maid who came, who was sixteen years old and had an ordinary appearance.

"I have met my husband."

"Each person does his own duties and do his own duties well. There will naturally be what he should have." Jia Ping'an thought for a while, "There is no need to call a slut or something, and it is still a common name."

"Mr...."

In an instant, the eyes of several servants lit up.

There were four more people in the house and it became lively.

Ah Fu lay on the side, enjoying killing chickens while watching the newcomers busy.

When the gate was about to be closed, Yang Deli came back in a hurry.

"How about you in the Warehouse Department these days?"

"It's okay." Yang Deli washed his face and said happily: "I used the method of calculating accounts you taught these days to slowly re-check the things in the warehouse... Although I was tired, I found it interesting."

This is the feeling of fulfillment.

good.

Jia Ping'an felt that such a cousin was more vivid.

The next morning, because there were more servants at home, the noise became more and more.

Jia Ping'an practices knife, Cao Er cooks, Hongyan organizes Jia Ping'an's room, Song Busai is chopping wood...

It's well organized!

But where is Du He?

"...I will wait here from now on, so I will ask Fang Zheng to take care of him."

"polite……"

The voices of Du He and Jiang Rong came from outside.

Jia Ping'an nodded, thinking that Du He took the initiative in doing things, and he knew that he would say hello to Fang Zheng first, and then he would be convenient for dealing with something.

After breakfast, the two brothers went to the yamen and told Du He to take good care of Ah Fu.

"Don't worry, husband."

Du He smiled and his graceful appearance reminded Jia Ping'an of his previous identity, an official!

Turning back, Du He couldn't help laughing when he saw Ah Fu lying beside the door with a honest look on his face.

"The husband is indeed different. Others raise cats and dogs at home, but the husband raises fierce iron-eating beasts..."

As soon as he was about to close the door, he saw something black and white rolling out at the corner of his eyes...

"Afu is out!"

"Dragon, drive the chicken and duck out! Take good care of the dog and scare Ah Fu, and I will kill it!"

The outside suddenly became boiling.

...

Yang Zhuan, the Minister of Revenue, walked slowly into the duty room, sat down tremblingly, and then sighed.

He is old and has not been in good health. He has been taking medicine to treat it recently.

"Shangshu Yang."

The minister and doctors from all departments came.

Yang Zhuan nodded, and after everyone sat down, he first said some encouragement words before getting to the point.

"It's approaching the end of the year. I'll go back to the total income and expenditure accounts for the year to pay the annual income and expenditure. How much is it paid, how much has it been collected, how much is it left..."

Yang Zhan's eyes were filled with harshness, "This is a national event, so you must calculate it clearly. If anyone is careless, it will lead to mistakes, and if anyone is itchy, he wants to take something... He will not punish him severely!"

"Cough cough!" He coughed, with a look of pain in his eyes.

Everyone quickly stood up to respond.

Yang Zuan took a few breaths and said to the Warehouse Department's doctor, Changlin: "The Warehouse Department manages the food and grass in the army, and the salaries of officials are paid, and they also have to take care of Changping the warehouse... There are so many things, so you have to work harder."

Xiang Changlin smiled and said, "Don't worry, Shangshu Yang, the whole Gang Ministry works together and will surely be able to calculate clearly."

Yang Zun took a deep breath and felt a little more comfortable in his throat, "That... Jia Ping'an's cousin is in Kurabu, is there anything strange about it?"

Well!

Everyone looked strange.

Logically, a small official could not get into the eyes of these big bosses, but he couldn't resist the cousin of the broom star! Even Yang Zun was worried that Yang Deli would bring disaster to the Cangmen.

Xiang Changlin stroked his slender beard, "That man is serious about doing things."

Yang Zhuan nodded, "That's good."

Xiang Changlin returned to the Gang Department later and convened his subordinates to discuss matters.

"Our warehouse department has a lot of things in charge, and we have countless money and food every day. The first thing is to manage our own hands well and don't stretch them out randomly. The second is to be serious! Serious! Be more serious!"

Everyone responded, Ji Shi Yanshuo stood up and said, "Yiang Jung, because of Your Majesty's ascendance to the throne this year, the rewards are a little more, and it will take more time to count."

Records are the accountants of the warehouse department, who are specialized in the statistical accounting of various money and grain entry and exit.

Kurabu only had a history of planning, so even Xiang Changlin was a little more tolerant, "Just make no mistakes."

Later, Yan Shuo returned to his payroll and called a few Lingshi to assist in his calculations.

"Stern plots and history." A Shi said with a smile: "Yang Deli is also settled the accounts. He remembers the money and food he enters and leaves every day. He has been counting the accounts of the second half of the year these days, saying that he has to know what he wants..."

This is a job that has snatched Yan Shuo!

Everyone is a minor official, but because of different directions of responsibility, the ranks and inferiors are also different.

Yan Shuo naturally wants to be superior, so someone will report to him, wanting to please him.

Yan Shuo looked up and frowned, "Doing things!"

"yes."

...

Zhanggu is the lowest-level minor official, who is in charge of the warehouse and also does miscellaneous matters.

The Kurakuen Department has four palms. In his spare time, everyone was resting and chatting, but the crackling sound of abacus inside was a bit noisy.

"This person...the calculation has nothing to do with him. He has to calculate it once. You say he is a scheming camp, but this person is dull when he sees the doctor, which is really strange."

"It's not just strange? When I was having dinner yesterday, someone had half left. You didn't see his eyes, and you were heartbroken! Hahahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Three days later.

Yan Shuo and others made the accounts of the officials' money and rice and summoned the minor officials to discuss matters with Changlin.

"This accounting is timely, and the Secretary said that the Kurama tribe is capable and done well!" Xiang Changlin smiled and received Yang Zhan's praise, which made him feel very good.

Yan Shuo stood up and said, "Where can someone do it? It's all for everyone."

The most taboo thing in the officialdom is to eat alone, everyone has the credit, everyone carries the flower sedan chair, hello, I, everyone is the king.

The clerks all smiled, knowing that this year has passed, and there will be some rewards if they don’t do it at the end of the year.

Xiang Changlin praised them a few words, and was about to let them go, but he saw Yang Deli hesitating and then got up...

"To the doctor, here..." Yang Deli took out a account book, "I found something wrong here."
To be continued...