The next morning, Zhang Huan arrived at the accounting room. The account room of the Zhang family is located in the middle of the Zhang family. This location is convenient for the side houses of the Zhang family who live in the outer house to collect monthly money, and also for the legitimate son of the inner courtyard to come to report the accounts. It is very convenient and the accounting room does not occupy a large area. It consists of five or six houses and a money-storing basement.

"We have thirteen people in the accounting room. In addition to me, there are three managers, and the others are ordinary accounting rooms."

The head of the accounting office who led Zhang Huan to visit the accounting room was Qian. He was fat and big-eared. He was wearing a long-breasted robe, just like putting his face pocket directly on his body. He always spoke softly, and it was hard to see him get angry. He worked for the Zhang family from the three generations of his ancestors. He was also considered a servant family. However, although he was a servant, even a eldest son like Zhang Xuan would not dare to offend him easily. This is the reason why county officials were not as good as current management. If he annoyed him, even if there was a third master's approval note, he would delay you for ten days and half a month with a word "no money".

However, he was very polite to Zhang Huan. From today on, he would pay the copper coins based on Zhang Huan's signature, and he was his immediate boss.

The accounting room was very spacious, and all the accounting rooms were concentrated together to do things. There were three rows of twelve arhat beds in the room, and there was one person sitting on each bed, all with his back facing him.

"This is Manager Zhao!"

Manager Qian pointed to a man with an eggplant-like face in the middle and said, "He is responsible for the income in the Zhangfu farm. Not only copper coins, grain, cloth, game, and debris must be kept."

Manager Zhao nodded and smiled flatteringly at Zhang Huan, wanting to sit but not daring to sit.

Zhang Huan nodded to him and suddenly felt a sense of enthusiasm coming from behind. When he turned around, he saw a small man standing behind him with a smile that almost melted him. Without waiting for the money account to speak, he immediately introduced himself: "I am surnamed Sun, and I am in charge of Nanshi's income."

Hearing this, Zhang Huan gradually understood a little. He smiled at Manager Qian and said, "Just just now, the Qian Daquan said that he was responsible for the summary of the judgment, so there is another manager who should be responsible for the expenditure. I'm right?"

"Shibalang is right! Manager Yang is responsible for the expenses."

Manager Qian smiled, he pointed to a corner of the wall, suddenly frowned, and asked unhappily to someone next to him: "Where has Manager Yang gone?"

"Manager Yang didn't come this morning. I heard that his father had an old problem with gout in his foot these days."

"Call him to come quickly!"

Even if he got angry, the voice of the money account room was whispering, but the small account roommates knew that the young man who came today might be unusual, and two subordinates of Manager Yang had already rushed out.

Zhang Huan quickly waved his hand and smiled, "The future is long, so there is no need to be so polite in the big tent."

Manager Qian was very unhappy. Manager Yang relied on his confidant of the third master, and it would be fine if he was against him in public, but he didn't give him face today. He even specifically advised him about this matter yesterday!

Thinking of this, General Manager Qian said coldly: "Shibalang doesn't know anything. It's the end of the month checkout period, and I'm still waiting for his expenditure summary account! The master happened to be at home these two days. If he wants to check the accounts, how can I answer."

As soon as Manager Qian finished speaking, he saw a family member running over in a panic, "Big tent, the master is calling you!"

Manager Qian was stunned and turned around and left. When he walked to the door, he remembered Zhang Huan again. He turned around and pointed to the account book on Manager Yang’s desk and smiled: “I’ll be back when I go. If Shibalang is interested, he might as well take a look at the account book on Manager Yang’s desk first.”

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Manager Qian hurried to the small building where Zhang Ruohao lived. After waiting for a while, the servant who was guarding the door came out and said, "Master, please come in!"

The word "please" made Mr. Qian's heart tremble. In his memory, the master called him "please" and it was rare, but his heart also relaxed. It seemed that the master was not going to ask about the account of September.

"Master, are you asking me for trouble?" Mr. Qian's voice was soft and he did not dare to alarm Zhang Ruohao, who was writing in the draft.

Zhang Ruohao wrote a few more words, then put down his pen, raised his head and looked at Manager Qian, and smiled and said, "Old Qian, I heard that you finally have a grandson?"

Mr. Qian felt a little sad. He was the same age as Zhang Ruohao. He was his book boy when he was a teenager. He used to pick bird eggs and catch fish with him. Later, when Zhang Ruohao became the head of the family, he was promoted and became the accounting manager. Gradually, Zhang Ruohao became more and more majestic, so it was difficult to talk to him again. Today, he suddenly called him Lao Qian and said he would hold his grandson. This made Mr. Qian suddenly feel that decades of time were just a white horse. The naughty boy back then was now gray-bearded.

But he did not dare to indulge his feelings, and he still said respectfully: "Reply to the master, I am the grandson in June this year, and I am still waiting for the master to give him a name."

"Haha! I have already thought of the child's name for you."

Zhang Ruohao picked up a white letter from the table and handed it to the money account room. The money account room was unfolded, and there was a big word "chuan" written on it.

"Your descendants are weak and need to use Sichuan to store water, so they are named 'Qianchuan'."

"Thank you for giving the name to you!" Manager Qian knelt down and kowtowed twice to Zhang Ruohao.

Zhang Ruohao's eyes closed slightly, and he smiled faintly, "I'm asking you for something to tell you!"

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After General Qian left, Zhang Huan went around for a long time and then returned to the account room. As soon as he stepped into the room, he felt that the room immediately became quiet, which was a bit terrible. Everyone seemed to be bowing their heads and busy with their own affairs, but everyone's back was stiff and their ears were high. Although they were doing the account, the account had not been turned a page and the pen did not fall a word.

Zhang Huan smiled and slowly walked to Manager Yang's seat, but suddenly found that Manager Yang's seat cushion seemed to be moving. The thin and old cushion was shrinking under the table, while another soft and new cushion next to it slowly emerged from under the table.

After walking a few more steps, Zhang Huan's eyes crossed the table and saw an eggplant-like face. The flattering smile on his face not only did not fade, but became stronger.

Zhang Huan smiled at him gratefully, and sat down without hesitation. As soon as he sat down, a small bowl of hot soup was gently placed in front of him. Several thick slices of ginseng slices could be clearly seen in the soup.

It was Manager Sun, but his enthusiasm seemed to have disappeared. He pointed to the ginseng section inside, stared at Zhang Huan and said solemnly: "This is the best ginseng brought by my brother from Goryeo. I can't bear to use it on weekdays. Master, drink it while it's hot!"

Looking at his serious face, Zhang Huan felt that if he drank the bowl of ginseng soup, he would owe him a huge favor. He then gently pushed the small bowl over and pointed to the two-foot-high account book on the desk and smiled: "Thank you, Manager Sun, but he has been in a strong liver fire recently, and I am afraid he can't enjoy such top-quality ginseng. There are so many accounts, I don't know where to start. Please give me some advice!"

"This... Since the young master is angry, he really can't drink this thing."

Perhaps he was a little reluctant to let it go, but when Manager Sun saw that he refused to drink, he quickly brought the bowl of ginseng back to his table, ran back and flipped through the pile of books, took out a yellow and old account book from it and handed it to Zhang Huan, saying, "You don't need to read those trivial small accounts. This book specifically records a large amount of more than 500 jin of taxes. Just look at this one."

When he had nothing to do in the morning, Zhang Huan sat there and looked around page by page. Gradually, he began to see the other side of the Zhang family that he had never known.

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Zhang Huan had already read through the bills quickly. He was amazed at the great expenses of the Zhang family. At first glance, tens of thousands of expenses could be seen everywhere, and he could also see the abundant income. However, he discovered a strange phenomenon, that is, the purpose of each expenditure was written in a very simple way, and most of them had only two words "expenditure".

He also read Uncle Lin Er's account books in Linzhitang. The purpose of each expenditure is marked in detail at the back, and it is clear at a glance. Why is Zhang's account so simple?

Zhang Huan was puzzled, so he picked up another account and flipped through two pages, but was stunned. The account was the same as Uncle Lin Er's account book. Although the amount was small, the purpose of each expenditure was clearly written, and there was even a page that was not enough to write, so he specially cut a note and posted it to the back to continue writing.
Chapter completed!