He drove away the two girls who had just been taken by Manmuchun Shuyu, and then asked the kitchen inside the Shuyu to soak a pot of Longjingzi in the newly-made Yuquan mountain spring water in the rain. He also asked the four followers around him to patrol back and forth with short guns and hard fires under the small building. Only then did Mr. Duan sit in the second floor of the small building with a carrot-sized fingers, stretching out his fingers as thick as a palm, and pulling out a small abacus that was only the size of a palm in his arms. Under the light, he tickled the abacus and calculating the fine accounts in his heart.

In the eyes of outsiders, Duan Ye was just a thick piece of cake that was ripped out on the street, and he didn't know many big words. Even if he sat on the golden chair of the director of the Peking Patrol Police Station, he always looked like a silly and stupid smile all day long. He was serious and didn't look like the prince's virtue even if he wore a dragon robe.

But even among the followers who had been serving for many years, only two knew that Duan was careless and had a self-taught accounting ability. The little abacus with red sandalwood frames, silver as pillars and jade as beads that he had been carrying all year round, and he had to ask Duan to take it out every once in a while. He closed the door and ticked it with his long fingernails on his little finger for half a night. The number he calculated was never recorded, and it was all in Duan's mind.

Judging from the appearance of Mr. Duan’s growing sesame seeds growing over the years, I guess Duan’s account that no one looks down on him should be a scene of making a profit without losing money?

After striking the abacus that had been a little bit late, Duan seemed to have figured out the small account in his heart, and reached out and held the teapot at hand and poured a cup of Longjing tea with his mouth in his mouth. He sipped a sip of the fragrant tea and sighed in satisfaction.

Just one month after the beginning of the year, the benefits of tribute from all walks of life are not counted. Just to settle things for others and cheat people's shortcomings are almost enough to buy several large shops in Sijiu City. This is more than the benefits of earning more than the hard work on Zhushikouer Street in Zhushi, and wasn't it just the chair sitting under his butt?

Otherwise, how can you say that being an official is worth a fortune? If you break your head and knock your head apart, isn’t it just for the benefit you can get after becoming an official?

After drinking the cup of tea in one sip, Mr. Duan put the delicate little abacus he carried with him into his fat pocket. He was about to stand up and call the followers who were patrolling under the building to call the two newly collected girls to come up to serve him. However, behind him, he suddenly heard a hoarse voice called Mr. Duan, which sounded quite familiar to him: "Mr. Duan, your tea is really good. Can you also give me a cup of it?"

His whole body was trembling, and Master Duan jumped up with a trembling body, and the teacup in his hand fell on the floor and smashed it!

It has to be said that the several followers arranged by Mr. Duan was doing their duty and responsible, and the teacup shattered in the room had just sounded, and from the bottom of the small building, a follower Duan had a slightly raised voice. "Mr. Duan, are you going to spread the midnight snack in the kitchen behind?"

With the greeting coming, the sound of the wooden floor being gently stepped on from the stairs of the small building also came from the sound of someone holding the wooden floor!

He didn't dare to turn around at all. Master Duan coughed hard, shouted towards the closed window with his throat: "I'll eat now..."

Before he could finish his words, the hoarse voice behind Mr. Duan interrupted Mr. Duan's shouting: "Mr. Duan, you have a filial piety, so let them bring the food they prepared for you! If they don't ask them to see that you have nothing to do in the house, they are afraid they won't feel at ease, right?"

The hoarse voice interrupted the shouting, and Mr. Duan was stuck in his throat in one breath. His heart suddenly felt ache, and then he changed his tone and shouted: "I still feel hungry. Come on!"

He agreed quickly, and the follower who was arranged by Master Duan under the small building had just knocked on the door upstairs after a cup of tea: "Master Duan, your midnight snack is here, I'll send it to you?"

Sighing heavily, Master Duan shouted in a muffled voice: "The door is not stuck. Come in!"

Still agreeing quickly, the two followers next to Mr. Duan pushed the door in their hands, and stood at the door in a posture of two tigers holding the door. The slap under the tray was also slightly supported, which seemed to be covering the hard fire of the short gun under the tray.

He glanced at the two followers who came in. Mr. Duan shouted in a silence at all: "Who should I show you the demon when I put that posture at the door? I just slid my hand and broke a teacup. It's worth being shocked. If you really want to take this, what's wrong? When you're scrambling with the demon when you're scrambling here, I'm afraid that someone will take care of it as a dumpling stuffing!"

Although he had seen Mr. Duan sitting on the chair safely, the two followers around him still looked at the not-so-large room, and even bent down his knees slightly to look under the empty bed. Then he showed a flattering smile. He walked to the table and put down the tray in his hands. He also put the two De Zao hidden under the tray to his waist and said to Mr. Duan: "Master, what I have prepared for you in the kitchen today is the fried rice from the South Road Egg Fried Rice I just learned from the Guangdong Master. He is a serious look of gold and silver. It looks so comfortable. There is also a cup of..."

Before the follower who was talking flatteringly smiled and finished his midnight snack, Duan waved impatiently: "When you go out, why are you doing good deeds here? I'm thinking about something and not calling you, no one can come up to disturb me!"

Seeing the two followers exit the room on the second floor, Mr. Duan waited until he could no longer hear the movement on the stairs, and then he raised his head toward the roof and said, "My master, my people have been sent away. If I don't say hello here, no one can disturb you and me. Are you... coming out?"

As if he had never moved the place at all, the familiar hoarse voice of Mr. Duan still rang behind Mr. Duan: "I didn't see that, Mr. Duan, you are still a person who cherishes blessings? I was also thinking that you, the director of the Beijing Municipal Patrol Bureau, would have to have a shark fin bird's nest for lunch and a sea cucumber, and the hump in the sea cucumber. After a long time of frying rice... you just beat yourself up with a bowl of fried rice?"

With a wry smile, Mr. Duan didn't dare to look back at all, but raised his hand and bowed to the top: "I'm talking about this master. Don't bury my surname Duan! Outsiders see that my surname Duan is a high-ranking official and a horse is a horse, but in your hands, my surname Duan is just a cricket, whether to jump or climb, which is what you say! If you slapped a little, my life might be mysterious...... In front of you, I don't say anything else, come here. What instructions do you have? As long as my surname Duan can do it, I don't have a word here!"

With a strange laugh, the hoarse voice responded quickly: "Master Duan, you are really an open person walking on the scene, so just! But after all, it is a favor to come and go, and only those who are grateful for their friendship can have friendship. I can't always control you here, but I don't give you any benefits, right? I ask you, there is a house outside the city that is not used for many years. Do you think it's familiar to you?"

He was shocked again, and Master Duan almost shouted in his voice: "This...you...me..."

I guess he was looking at Master Duan's anxious and wanted to hide it, but I knew it was funny that he couldn't hide it. The hoarse voice laughed strangely again: "Mr. Duan, you can prepare a kiln outside the Sijiu City, which can also be used when it is prioritized. We don't care about this matter! I came here today, just kindly told you - your kiln head is probably ruined, and I want to prepare a kiln head next time. Do you have to remember to know that the fewer people in your kiln head, the better!"

He nodded subconsciously, but Master Duan asked anxiously: "This master. How did you know that my kiln head... How could that kiln head be ruined? I have a total of twenty people who have kiln heads protected in that mill, and I have a short gun and a hard fire in my hands! Even if the kiln head is ruined, then some people can come back and report a letter to me..."

With a smile, the hoarse voice interrupted Duan's questioning words without hesitation: "Mr. Duan, you really think of a swordsman who is carrying a number 20 under his command, carrying a red case, and then you can use a short gun and a hard fire to support the scene. You will walk sideways with the 49th city? I will tell you clearly. There are really people in the 49th city who can compete with you and fight the arm! Do you know where the characters who have been brought into the 49th city? "

His mouth grew up in surprise. It took Mr. Duan a long time to recover and screamed in disbelief: "Iron Gun Cluster...Is it the Iron Gun Cluster who destroyed my kiln head?! This... cannot! How could they touch my kiln head..."

I snorted impatiently, and the hoarse voice suddenly became cold and hard: "Mr. Duan. I saw that your kiln head was ruined when I was doing business. Then I spoke to you when I was in the city. Do you believe it or not? Just to see this matter clearly, I have walked dozens of miles from your kiln head to the forest near Wutong Temple outside the city, and it has delayed my work! I have to go back to the commission here and tell you with my hand that the jail of the patrol bureau blocked our brother's way. Did you deal with us for our brothers, or did we do it yourself? You should do it? I came in a hurry today and forgot to bring the objects you had pressed your handprints, and I will make up for you next time! Mr. Duan, I'm farewell here!"

He hurriedly bowed to the air, and Master Duan respectfully agreed as if he was sending the Kitchen God to God to say good things: "Master, please leave! What you told me tomorrow... I will tell the people below to do it..."

He was talking nonsense, and Master Duan waited until there was no movement behind him, and then he tentatively whispered: "Master, do you... do you have any more instructions? Do you want to give me nothing more instructions..."

Nagging in a low voice, Mr. Duan slowly turned his head and saw that there was no one on the gum behind him. He let out a heavy sigh and shouted: "Come on! Where are the fucking deaths of people?"

Accompanied by Master Duan's roar, several marquises who were under the building rushed to the second floor and pushed open the door. But after seeing that Master Duan was alone in the room and the furnishings in the room were neatly arranged, the juvenile servant who had just brought Mr. Duan's midnight snacks to Mr. Duan couldn't help but say to Mr. Duan in confusion: "Master, are you......Is this gold and silver egg fried rice in the kitchen today not suitable for your good taste? You can eat it..."

Waving his hand to sweep the midnight snack on the table, Mr. Duan suddenly jumped up from the chair and kicked the talker hard: "I'll eat your fucked fried rice..."
Chapter completed!