Zhu Kuang was stunned again. Was he running to become an accountant in the Ming Dynasty?

I originally thought I was a mathematician, but now I have become a accountant!

He stared at the progress bar under the taskbar on the system panel, clearly showing the task completion status and countdown.

The current taskbar is empty, like a cleared blood slot.

However, the countdown was constantly changing. Although I couldn't hear the ticking sound of the countdown, I looked at the jumping numbers and felt anxious.

Complete the novice task within one hour?

At this time, where can I find a book?

At this moment, Mi Shi came in.

Mi Shi was holding a large thick porcelain bowl in her hand, with tender white poached eggs sprinkled with a little chopped chopped green onion.

In later generations, such a bowl of poached eggs is nothing, but in this era, it is a rare food in such a family.

Seeing that his son got up, Mi hurriedly placed the bowl in his hand on the table and walked forward at a loss to help his son sit down.

"Kuan'er, why are you getting up? Why don't you lie down?"

"I've been lying down for the past two days and it's fine." Zhu Kuang said to his mother with a smile.

"It's okay to get up and take a walk. Mom has cooked poached eggs for you and ate them while they are hot."

The son fainted, frightened her. The doctor said he wanted to make up for it well. Apart from eggs, Mi really couldn't think of any other way.

However, there are not many eggs at home, and I don’t know how to spend this year.

Zhu Kuang looked at Mi. Mi’s face was not very good, not because of long-term malnutrition, but because of the torment of these days.

From the time when Dad Zhu went to his son lying in bed and unable to get up, a woman in Mishi supported the family and had to deal with the people in the tribe who had ulterior motives and had scheming, she got older after working hard for several days.

"Mom, eat it." Zhu Kuang's tone was unconcealed.

Zhu Kuang was a child without a mother in his later generations and had no idea what maternal love was. He felt Mi's love these days and truly thought Mi was a mother.

Mi is only in his thirties, but compared with later women in their thirties, they seem to be a teenager.

My son knew he loved someone, and Mi's eyes turned red again.

"You eat, but my mother doesn't. Just eat." Mi's voice choked.

Originally, Zhu Kuang was thinking about how to find an account to calculate Zhu Kuang who completed the novice task, but because Mi was sobbing and was at a loss, but comforting people, especially comforting women, Zhu Kuang said that he really wouldn't.

"Mom, where is Ying's mother?" After thinking about it, it is better for girls to do this to comfort people.

"Ying Niang is doing needlework in her house." Mi Shi didn't choke up because of Zhu Kuang's words.

My daughter Yingniang is 14 years old this year. She is a sensible person who does needlework and wants to help you make up for your family. However, her needlework is still slow and she can't make a few cents a day.

"Mom, you and Ying Niang ate two poached eggs one by one. I've been lying down for the past few days and I'm not hungry at all."

Mi thought that his son was saying a good thing, but he was not willing to take the poached eggs for himself to eat them. Instead, he looked at his son hesitantly, looking at him as if he wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhu Kuang was planning to go out, but he heard Mi Shi say nervously: "Kuang'er, I have something to do to ask you for help, okay?"

When the mother spoke so carefully to her son, the original owner was really a mess.

"Mom, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"A few days ago, our family held a funeral, and I always felt that the money I spent was wrong. But I was illiterate... Can you help me see it?"

Mi's voice was very small, and seemed to be afraid that Zhu Kuang would get angry.

She didn't know her son's personality. If her son had looked at him more, he wouldn't have the current suspicion.

He also said these words to his son in a vague way, but his son said that he was a scholar and did not worry about them.

When I spoke today, I felt that my son had changed a little, so I would test it.

Zhu Kuang was overjoyed. He was so sleepy that he could meet a pillow. He thought where to find such a book, but he came here?

Although this account should not be a serious account, the completion of the novice task should be OK.

"Mom, take it over and let me see it." Zhu Kuang said happily.

Mi Shi, who had already made preparations for her son to refuse, was surprised to say this, but was surprised.

"Kuan'er, are you really willing to help me see?"

"Mom, just leave all this to me in the future."

Mi took out a roll of paper from a large box and carefully handed it to Zhu Kuang.

Zhu Kuang took a few pieces of paper and started to look.

He was very focused on his reading, but he didn't use a pen to calculate. Now he is a mathematical bonus, so it's very easy to calculate this number.

Zhu Dad’s funeral took a total of three days, and he spent 25 taels of silver to pay for his birthday, including Zhu Dad’s funeral clothes and three days of food and drink.

"Your uncle Jiu said that you spent a total of twenty-five taels of silver in these three days, but I always felt that it was not that much. I wanted to ask at that time, but it was like that. Your uncle Jiu said that I could not trust him in one sentence." Mi said in a low voice.

Twenty-five taels of silver almost spent all the family’s cash. Mi Shi felt sorry for the money. She had left, so she had to let her leave be more decent.

However, she had always had a doubt in her heart. Although Uncle Jiu helped her with the matter, Mi Shi was not the one who didn't do anything to produce. Of course, she knew the price of goods on the market.

It’s one thing to spend money, but it’s another thing to be taken away by someone for nothing.

After calculating both sides one after another, Zhu Kuang calculated clearly, then put the paper on the table, looked at Mi Shi and sighed:

"Mom, I lost eight taels of silver and two hundred and twenty-one cents. I think this money was swallowed by them."

Although the total number is not wrong, the numbers on a few sheets of paper are twenty-five taels.

However, the details inside are listed according to the actual purchase price.

Zhu Kuang forgot that the Zhu family was originally a small family, and there were not many people who could read. Even if they were literate, they could only recognize a few simple words. The small vendors of this era only had a few simple words, so how could they have such a calculation?

When Mi Shi was so angry that she couldn't even say a word when she heard that one-third of the money had been left by Gengmo, her hands trembled slightly!

These things that are so heartless are so dark.

Even if you are greedy for the money of dead people, what else can you do?

After a while, Mi Shi said tremblingly, "Keep, these people are not good. From now on, you should stay away from them. Your father is gone, so they must come to plot against our family."

If her son was a successful person, Mi would not have so much worries. But her son was a devoted person to reading the books of sages and was no match for these people at all. How could she not worry about it?

This was what Zhu Kuang wanted to say. He heard Mi Shi say this and he naturally agreed.

"Mom, don't worry, not only me, but also Yingniang, you and Niang, you should be more careful. We can't afford to provoke you, and we can't avoid it? From now on, we just close the door and live our own lives. As for those people, we just need to pretend that they don't know each other."

As for asking for the money back, whether it is Mi or Zhukuan, they don’t have such an idea.
Chapter completed!